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Boxie's Last Day American Cowboy Boxie's Last Day - Part 1 I had found the perfect T-shirt when I went to Florida with my family over Spring Break. It was white and cotton, and had a picture of a little island with a palm tree. The sleeves were short, reaching just past the curve of my round shoulders, and the fit was snug too. But it still needed some more work. I spent several weeks stretching the material, testing it and running it through the washer and dryer, until I was convinced it would be ready to wear on the last day of school. I woke up extra early on that mid-June morning. The sun was out already, and it promised to be a hot day. That would be perfect, too, for my choice of outfit. But I wasn't sure that my parents would approve, so I had to get up before them and make it to school on my own. Hopping into shower, I found myself very excited! I washed my body and my long black hair and made sure I was squeaky clean. I dried off in the bathroom, and then walked fully nude down the hallway into my bedroom. Thankfully, I didn't run into my mother or father… that would have been embarrassing! So standing with my hands on my hips, I looked around the room, my gaze searching for the T-Shirt, which was draped over the chair where I had left it the night before. On my bare toes, I stepped across the floor. I guess I was trying to be quiet. As I took the T-shirt in my hands, I could feel my heart beating faster. I pulled the shirt over my head, pulling it down to cover my boobies. The material clung to my curvy body, hugging my breasts, and then my hips as I tugged the shirt lower. It came down just to the top of my thighs, stretching to cover my smooth round bottom. I walked over to look in the mirror, making certain that I was decent. My braless breasts were firm, and held in place because the fabric was so tight. I thought that if my nipples got hard, they might be a problem. But hopefully the print of the palm tree in the center of the shirt would draw people's eyes away from my chest. Still, I tried not to think about my nipples. Instead, I turned around, and looked over my shoulder to make sure that my ass was covered. And that was it! With just this single T-shirt stretched over my sixteen-year-old body, I prepared to leave for school. The idea, of course, was that I wanted to try to copy what that girl Erica had once did. That is, she spent the day wearing only a long T-shirt. From the story I heard, she had one that was loose fitting, and it wasn't immediately apparent that she didn't have shorts on. My shirt, I figured, was a little more daring because it left my shape totally revealed. I would have to be more careful as I moved around school, since I stretched it so much, it felt like it might snap right off me! That thought was so scary and so thrilling, at the same time! The only day I decided would be safe enough to try this stunt, was on the last day of school. It would be nice and warm out, and people's attitudes would be more relaxed. I wouldn't have a full day of classes either. My friend Pattie, when I told her about the idea, said to me that she heard this Erica girl had her clothe stolen, that it was not by choice she was dressed only in a T-shirt. I only shrugged my shoulders. It still sounded too fun not to try! I had walked as far as the stairs leading downstairs, when I looked at my feet. Well, as almost naked as I was, I guess I couldn't go to school barefoot. Turning around, I jogged back to my bedroom, feeling the T-shirt stretch a little more with my bouncing boobs. In my closet, I found a pair of flip-flops that I also got while I was in Florida. They were lime green, and went well with the leaves of the palm tree on my shirt. Slipping them on my feet, now I was set! I liked how my toes and heel were still visible. The more skin I was showing, the better… as long as I kept my important parts covered. The flip-flops slapped on my feet as I bounded down the stairs, and I pressed my hands on the hem of the T-shirt to keep it from riding up. I would have to remember that. In the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water and a quick bite to eat. Then I scribbled a note to my parents, letting them know I was taking the bus to school. This was slightly unusual, as I often got driven to school. Usually, this allowed me to sleep a little later, and my parents would drop me off on the way to work, just as the first bell was ringing. But every now and then, I would have to take the school bus, which was not something I looked forward to. Today, the trip would be extra humiliating. But I couldn't let my parents see the way I was dressed! I closed the front door behind me as I walked outside. The sun was shining and it was already warm. For a second, I closed my eyes enjoying the fresh air on my face and bare legs. Oh my God, standing outdoors in just a pair of flip-flops and a tight T-shirt, I was so excited! I hurried down my driveway, and began walking down the block. Because this was the last day of school, I didn't have to bring any books with me. I didn't even bring a bag or a backpack. My arms hung at my sides, fingers occasionally clutching the hem of the shirt. The further away I walked from my house, the more nervous I felt. It was early enough that there was not too much traffic, but every time a car did pass, I wondered if they were looking at me. I wondered if they knew I had nothing on under the shirt! When I got to my bus stop, I had forgotten that it was shared with some Junior High kids from the neighborhood. They went to the same middle school I did, and I still remembered them from a couple of years ago. It's just that it had been months since I last waited here for the bus to the high school. I saw them first as I approached, and froze, feeling suddenly self-conscious. But the teenagers noticed me and started pointing. I forced myself to walk forward again. "Look, it's Becky Carter!" One of the girls squealed. She was an annoying brat, two years behind me. I smoothed down the front of my T-shirt, trying to keep my secret hidden, but I'm afraid I only accentuated the curves of my body. I could see them checking out my feet and legs. "Miss Too Cool to Ride the School Bus!" the girl teased. "Are you sure that T-shirt is the right size? I can see your big fat boobs!" That made the boys in the group laugh. And made me blush. I wanted to raise my arms to fold them over my breasts. But I was afraid the movement would lift up the bottom of my T-shirt and show my pussy. If they thought my boobs were too big, what would they think of my hot round ass? Of course, they were picking on me because I used to be chubby when I went to their Junior High. That was before I hit puberty, and my body exploded in development and took on a new, voluptuous form. Maybe that was why I was now always tempted to get naked. Lowering my eyes at the boys, I saw that my smooth bare legs were able to get a reaction. Despite their laughter, they shuffled nervously, cupping hands in front of their crotches. "What kind of shorts are you wearing?" the Junior High girl asked. I thought for a moment how to make this embarrassing confession, and then said, "I'm wearing a bikini under this T-shirt! It's the last day of school, and I'm going to the beach right afterwards to start summer vacation." "Wow, that's awesome!" one of the boys gasped in admiration. My claim really drove the point home, since they still had a week of school left. That seemed to shut the bratty girl up. I turned around and faced the street, determined to wait for the bus with my arms at my sides. As my fingers brushed the bare skin of my legs, I was toying with the idea of hiking the T-shirt a little higher, just to see how far I could go… Thankfully, the school bus came rolling down the street, grinding to a stop at the curb before I did anything to expose myself. The hydraulic doors opened with a hiss, and I placed my foot on the black rubber step. I shyly boarded the bus in just my T-shirt and flip-flops. It had been so long since I used the school's transportation, I wasn't sure where to sit. I definitely wanted some privacy. All the way in the back, it was empty, but we might pick up some older students along the route. I worried they might sit next to me, and start teasing me, and maybe try to take my clothes! As I slowly walked down the aisle, I was very aware of my legs, my toes, and my butt cheeks desperate to peek out under my shirt. Finally, I picked an empty seat near the middle of the bus. Just as I slid over to sit down, we began moving again, and I was jostled to the corner up against the window. A flip-flop had fallen off one foot, while the T-shirt rolled up to my stomach as I landed on my ass. Oh, wow… I was so close to being naked! I quickly pulled the hem of my T-shirt, covering my lap before anyone noticed. This was getting hot! Trying to make myself comfortable, I could feel the vinyl seat underneath my bare ass. It was then I realized that the shirt was too short. I had been so preoccupied with making sure the material stretched low enough when I was standing, I forgot to test what would happen when I sat down! This would certainly complicate things during the brief school day! I would have to remember to be very careful. Nervously, I crossed my legs, and began bobbing one foot… the one that was bare, without a flip-flop. The problem was, because I wasn't wearing any underwear, I was creating a delightful friction between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together and bounced my leg faster. The bus reached its next stop along the route. I looked out the window to see it was a boy getting on. He looked like he was a year younger than me, a Freshman. Hopefully, that meant he would sit up front, and not come far back here. To my surprise, he headed over to the seat just in front of mine, where he slung his backpack and sat down. I watched nervously as his face and arm slid around the high back of the seat in front of me. He spotted my one flip-flop on the floor near the aisle, and picked it up! "Is this yours?" he asked. In reply, I slipped my foot out of the other flip-flop as the bus started rolling again. Carefully, I pushed the flip-flop forward with my toes. I was now wearing only one single article of clothing! My heart beat faster, wondering if he noticed that I wasn't wearing anything else. I inclined my head and answered, "Looks like a perfect match to me. Yes, those are my shoes…" He continued to admire my legs and bare feet. While he held the one in his hand, I nudged the other flip-flop closer to the aisle, to see if he would pick it up. Oh my God, what was I doing! What if he demanded a trade… what if this Freshman took both my summer shoes and would only give them back if I took off my T-shirt? I would be totally nude on the school bus! I sat very still and waited to see what would happen. When he didn't give back my one shoe, I crossed my feet at the ankles, and pulled my legs under the seat. Of course, I used both hands to grip the hem of my shirt, making sure that it stayed down. I wondered if he was getting a boner. The next thing I knew, the bus was slowing down again, another stop. This time two girls got onboard, sisters, I think. They walked down the aisle and sat in the seat across from me. The girls continued chatting with each other, but then they noticed the boy who was sitting diagonal from them. Well, sitting wasn't exactly true. He was kneeling on the seat, looking over the back at me. He was still holding my one flip-flop, his arm dangling between us. The girls saw this and the older sister figured I was being teased. "Did you take her shoe, Charlie?" she asked accusingly. Charlie kept his body pressed against the back of the seat, as if he was hiding something in his pants. He looked flustered and a bit embarrassed as he turned to face the other girls. The boy shook his head, saying he hadn't done anything. "Well give it back," the young lady instructed him. "I swear, Charlie, you are such a weirdo!" The poor Freshman dropped my shoe, letting it bounce harmlessly to the floor of the bus. He immediately sank down in his seat, turning around to face forward, and sulking. Me, I quickly located the flip-flop with my toes, and slid it back onto my foot. I was very much aware of my bottomless state, trying to be careful not to let the girls see too much of my leg as the T-shirt rode up my body. Nervously, I put my other flip-flop on again. I decided I should not play any more games for the rest of the bus ride. My heart was beating faster as we pulled into the school parking lot a few minutes later. Somehow, I wished that I had brought along a book or a backpack, or something. Instead, it felt like it was just me and my T-shirt, and of course my little secret. I was quick to stand up as the bus came to a complete stop. Before anyone could notice me, I fussed with the hem of the shirt, making sure it covered my crotch and bottom. The girls in the seat across from me were busy gabbing away, so when Charlie stepped out into the aisle, I fell in right behind him. I could hear the two sisters then, following my flip-flop footsteps. They were giggling as I could feel the first girl press close against me. She put her fingers lightly on my back, urging me forward. It occurred to me that she must realize I was not wearing a bra under the T-shirt. Well, I could not get off this bus soon enough! Clutching the fabric of the shirt in front of me, I hoped they would not get curious and try to lift it up. Thankfully, these girls had no interest in teasing me, just giggling at my daring outfit. I mean really, I was showing a lot of leg, and the material stretched so tight over my body, left little to the imagination. On any other day, I would probably be marched right down to the principal's office for showing up dressed like this. But I figured on the last day of school, no one would notice. As we walked into the main lobby of the building, we joined in with the larger press of students coming in off of other buses. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I just kept my arms at my sides. Really, I felt so vulnerable, yet kind of excited, too. Plenty of eyes turned to look at me and what I was wearing… or what I wasn't wearing! In this manner, I bounced and jiggled down the hall, making my way to the stairs that would lead to my homeroom. Part 2 "I can't believe you came to school dressed like this!" my friend Pattie said, waiting for me at my locker. Moving forward so that I would be out of the way of the other boys and girls walking through the hallway, I pushed up against my locker and grinned, "Like what?" "Are you even wearing anything under that shirt?" Pattie huffed. "Nope," I lowered my eyes and giggled. My friend only shook her head. "I thought you would have learned your lesson by now. You're going to get yourself in trouble, Boxie!" I told her it would be all right, it wasn't a big deal. Although I was feeling more nervous as we continued standing out here. I was surprised I had confessed to her that I was naked underneath this one item of clothing. Not that Pattie would do anything, but the admission only served to remind me how close I was to being totally nude at school. I could feel my nipples starting to poke out, and my skin felt warm. I think I was blushing. Thankfully, the period bell rang, and we would have to go to our separate homerooms. At least I wouldn’t have to suffer under her knowing and disapproving glare. It was only a half-day today anyway, and the whole time would be spent confined in the classroom. So it's not like I would be running up and down flights of stairs. Still, I entered the room shyly, clutching the hem of the tight T-shirt, to make sure it stayed down. There were students already seated at the desks, talking and laughing. Some waved to me, others pointed and laughed. I took a moment to look around for a place to sit, just standing there in front of the classroom. I don't think the teacher noticed me yet. All those eyes on me, I fidgeted with the tight fabric and casually slipped one foot out of a flip-flop before putting it on again. Finally, I decided to find a seat toward the back of the room. Walking down the aisle between desks, I know some boys whistled at me. And some girls probably whispered some unflattering remarks. But I just kept my head down, and worked my way to the last desk in the row. Fortunately, there were no other students around me for the moment, and I quickly moved myself onto the chair. The thing is, I had to lift my little T-shirt just enough so I could pull the material over my lap when I was seated. My bare ass made contact with the plastic seat, and sent a shiver through my body! I let out a small gasp, which I hoped nobody else heard. Then I crossed my legs and folded my hands atop the desk, trying to take my mind off the situation. A few minutes later, a girl in my homeroom took the seat directly across from me in the next row and said, "Hi Boxie!" Her name was Samantha, and she was a perky popular girl with shoulder-length red hair. She and I had been chummy in class and during homeroom, but we never saw each other outside of school. We had different recreational interests. One thing she did like, was cute nicknames. "Hi Sammie," I turned and smiled at her nervously. "Oh, that's a cute T-shirt," she commented. "Did you go to Florida for vacation?" I told her that I did. At first, I felt a little awkward talking to her, knowing that this one article of clothing was all I was wearing. But soon, we were happily chatting away, talking about boys and plans for summer vacation. It helped me relax a bit. Then she leaned back in her seat, inclining her head so that she was able to see how I was sitting. "Oh my God, Boxie… are you wearing a thong?" Samantha asked with a giggle. Remembering my story from the bus stop, I answered, "It's a bikini. I'm… I'm going to the beach right after school." "Cool," the girl replied as she leaned forward again. "I bet you will look awesome in it. You've got a great body." That comment made me blush and cross my legs under the desk, and all I could mutter was, "Thanks…" The rest of the morning went by pretty uneventfully, for which I was indeed thankful. There was an announcement that came over the loudspeaker, asking our homeroom teacher about some graduation diplomas. It seemed the senior class was practicing for their ceremony down in the cafeteria today, and they wanted the empty diploma cases. "Samantha," he called out, his eyes finding the two of us in the corner. "Samantha, would you come up here for a moment?" The girl looked over at me and shrugged her shoulders. I watched her get up and walk up toward the teacher's desk in the front of the classroom. She was wearing cutoff denim shorts and a red summer top. I also noticed that she had comfortable sneakers on, but didn't look like she was wearing socks. Sammie bounced up to the teacher's side, teasing her short red-hair. "I need you to bring these boxes of diploma cases down to the cafeteria. You can bring a friend with you to help. I know I can depend on you to drop these off, without any fooling around." "Yes, Mr. Peterson," the sophomore girl answered respectfully. She then turned around to face the class, and motioned at me with her arm. I looked over my shoulder, but of course, there was no one else behind me. I don't think anybody else was even paying attention to her. Putting my finger to my chest, I still hesitated and asked, "Me?" "Yes, Boxie!" she called out and laughed. "Come up here and help me with these!" Well this certainly complicated things. I hadn't really planned on going on any adventures today. Just hoped to stay quietly in the corner without drawing extra attention to myself. But then, I guess there was no fun in that. So very carefully, slowly, I began to climb out of my seat. Again, I was grateful that there was no one behind me, because standing up left the bottom of my butt briefly exposed. I hurriedly pulled down the sides of the T-shirt, to make sure my hips were covered. Maybe I pulled a little to firmly, because I thought I felt the material stretch the seams at my shoulders. I walked forward, keeping my legs together, and trying not to wiggle and bounce. Naturally curvy, it was hard to conceal the shape of my young body, and I'm sure my cheeks were peeking out playfully beneath the shirt's hem. My flip-flops slapped across the floor until I reached the teacher's desk. "You take one and I'll take one," Sammie said, grabbing the first box of diplomas. I paused, afraid of being too hasty with my movements and raising my shirt. This caused the teacher to lift his head to see what was the delay. Immediately, his eyes locked on my figure, and I was ashamed for him to see me dressed so indecently. That made me take the other box and bring it close to my body, just about level with my crotch. The only thing was, I would not be able to use my hands to adjust the T-shirt. Fortunately, I could feel the box resting against the soft cotton of the shirt and not my bare privates, which meant the hem was still lowered. If I kept it pressed against my body, I guess I would be able to manage and keep the shirt down. Still, this is something I had not expected and was not prepared for. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Sammie had already turned to leave the classroom. Shyly, I stepped backward to follow her into the hallway, keeping my front covered, in case my ass was showing. When I made it out into the corridor, I started going in the direction of the stairs that would lead to the ground floor. Only then I realized the other girl was behind me, as she fell in to walk at my side. She didn't say anything, so I figured my bottom must be covered. At the same time, I was aware of my nipples poking out indentations in my shirt. "Those are cute!" Sammie said, bouncing along next to me. I looked to her in shock, worried about my boobies and erect nipples, but then saw she was talking about my flip-flops. It was hard to believe these were all I was wearing except for the T-shirt! I turned to her and smiled. "Yeah, I thought they would be great for the summer." I said. Sammie nodded her head as we continued walking. "You certainly like to be prepared! I wish I could go to the beach with you, Boxie." When we made it to the stairs, the girl scooted ahead of me to take the flight down. I had been hoping to cut in front of her, or at least remain next to her. Because now, if she looked back up, I was afraid she might see more of my secret. But then, I did have the box of diplomas covering my crotch. It was just that the longer I stayed out here like this, the more excited I was getting! Reaching the main floor of the school building, I caught up with Samantha, a little breathless. "I bet the Senior class will enjoy checking out your outfit," the girl giggled. My heart was beating faster as we rounded a corner and drew closer to the cafeteria. Now I definitely wanted her moving ahead of me, shielding the view of my form-fitting T-shirt. The rest of the hallways had been really quiet, as the morning classes were still in session. But as soon as we walked through the glass doors of the cafeteria, there was a buzz of voices, talking, laughter, the anticipation of the graduating class, which startled me. I followed Sammie out into the middle of the spacious room. Swinging my head around, I saw that most of the tables and chairs had been moved out of the way to make room for the ceremony practice. There were a few tables left in place for the teachers to use. To my amazement, it seemed like the whole class had showed up today, hundreds of young men and women, in addition to the supervising faculty. My classmate found the head teacher in charge and approached her. I crept close behind, feeling like all eyes were on my body. Sammie lifted the box of diplomas and said, "Mr. Peterson sent us to bring you these." "That's right, you can put them right over there," the twelfth-grade teacher answered, pointing out a table on the side. "Thank you for bringing them down." The two of us scurried over to where we were directed, and I could swear I heard some boys snickering. Or maybe it was my imagination, or just my nerves. We dropped the boxes onto the table, and that was it! Easy enough, I was thankful I was able to make the delivery without incident. To be sure, I smoothed down the front of the T-shirt, even pulling the hem extra hard so that my bottom was safe and covered. RRRIIIIPPP…. Oh no! I thought I felt the seams at my shoulders start to give away! Quickly, I lowered my head to inspect the T-shirt, but there did not appear to be any visible damage. But the material was certainly straining to contain my boobs, and my round ass. I placed my arms at my sides and felt that I should move very gingerly. Looking to my wrist, I wanted to see how much longer was left in the school day. Except I wasn't even wearing a watch! I started walking toward the cafeteria exit, eager to return to the safety of homeroom. Sammie, however, was unaware of my delicate state or my near clothing mishap. And she did not seem to be in a rush to get back to class. Suddenly she was at my side and whispered, "Oh my God, Boxie, look at those cute guys over there!" "Where?" I asked, though truthfully I had meant to keep my focus on the doors, wanting to get away from all these people. I continued moving forward, and the redheaded girl grabbed my shoulder as if to spin me around. "No, Boxie… over there!" she squealed. Her fist curled up a bunch of the white material and pulled to bring me around in a half-circle. Except that in my rush to escape, I moved even faster, practically running in the opposite direction. The T-shirt had been worn out, stretched and put through much in preparation for this day, and throughout the day. I guess the fabric never stood a chance. RRRIIIPPP… Arms out in front of me, I stumbled several feet forward. While the T-shirt was ripped clean off my body! Falling to my knees, I looked down and saw that I was naked! NAKED! My head swung to watch the reaction over my shoulder. Sammie was standing there with the shredded halves of the shirt in her hands… it had split right down the back! And now, the whole Senior class was staring at my bare ass, making me freeze in a very embarrassing position. At least I still had my flip-flops. "OH MY GOD! Boxie!" Sammie cried and pointed. Part 3 That made me jump up to my feet! I felt my long silky black hair cascade down my bare back as I immediately clutched my bare breasts. This left my bare, curvy rear-end completely on display. And then I dropped a hand discreetly over my bare pink sex. For as part of the day's planning, I had been afraid my patch of black pubic hair would show through the white T-shirt. So I had shaved my pubic mound smooth and hairless. I never thought I would be exposing my pussy like this! People started shouting and calling out… there were whistles and clapping and cheering. My head was spinning. I didn't expect this to happen, so suddenly! And here I was, nude in front of the graduating class. What a way to spend my last day of school! I was afraid that the teachers would come after me and I would be in more trouble, so I started jogging straight for the cafeteria doors. Grabbing the metal handle in trembling hands, I had to pause as I pulled the heavy glass door toward me. Everyone was seeing my butt. My completely bare naked butt, just bouncing out there in the open! Finally, I streaked into the school corridor, which was thankfully still empty. Fully nude, I ran around a corner with my boobies bouncing up and down in front of me, and my flip-flops slapping over the floor tiles. That gave me an idea as I slid up against a wall to catch my breath. Lifting one leg, I reached my arm down and slipped off the flip-flop. Then I took off the other one. I held the shoes together for a moment, savoring the fact that I was standing barefoot and TOTALLY NAKED in my school hallway! But the truth was, I wanted to use the shoes as extra covering. It also didn't help to have my fingers directly pressing my sensitive pink parts. So I crossed an arm over my breasts, holding one of the flip-flops in front of the extended nipple. I then held the other flip-flop right against my bald pussy. Now I was able to walk on my tiptoes, and hopefully would be quieter. But where to go, I wondered. I imagined myself making it back up to homeroom, bare body and all, of course keeping my tits and pussy modestly covered. Oh my God, that would be so hot! I would be so embarrassed for the teacher to see me, though, and he would probably call my parents. If I could just find some clothes to put on… Approaching the hallway that led to the Main Office, I realized I had come quite a way from the cafeteria. Hopefully Samantha would have explained that it was an accident, and the faculty wouldn't be looking for me. But I didn't want the Principal to catch me running around without any clothes on either! So after a moment's thought, I decided to change directions and head toward the Nurse's Office. Ms. Baker was nice, always looking out for us girls. She might be surprised to see me, but I was sure she would help. So carefully I crept down the empty corridor, trying not to run into anybody, but also hoping that the period bell didn't ring sending a flood of students out of the classrooms to surround me and stare at me… "Oh my God!" I gasped, and licked my lips. Pretty soon, I rounded the corner that led to the school Health Office. I saw lights on in the room, which was good, because that meant Nurse Baker was available to help me. Still, I was totally embarrassed and I had to close my eyes as I approached the doorway. "Rebecca Carter, what are you doing?" I heard the woman address me. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes to see Nurse Baker sitting at her desk in front of me. On the side of her desk was a chair. And sitting there was a boy I recognized from my Math class. Our eyes locked and I froze, although fortunately I already had my flip-flops in position, hiding my boobs and pussy. He had his arm stretched out on top of the desk, where Ms. Baker had just finished applying a bandage. Finally, rubbing the toes of one bare foot behind my other leg, I found I was able to answer, "Had a little accident…" The school nurse shook her head. Then she turned to the boy and told him, "There, you're all done, Martin. That should teach you to horse around with sharp objects. You can go back to your class now." Martin looked from me, to the woman behind the desk at his side. He pulled his arm back, and gingerly tested the gauze wrap. Slowly, the young man rose from his seat, as if he was still uncomfortable. I stood in the doorway and watched as he shuffled forward, now cradling the elbow of his injured arm in his other hand. Once more, he glanced back at Ms. Baker who only nodded her head as if to tell him to hurry up and leave. Or maybe she was nodding at me that I should step into the office, but I didn't move. This meant that poor Martin had to squeeze past me in order to get out the door. I clutched my flip-flops tightly, pressing them against my pink parts. The young man angled himself so that he was facing my side as he walked around me. It was a close fit, and the feel of his shirt and pants brushing my bare skin, caused my whole body to tingle! I turned my head to look over my shoulder and saw Martin walking backward, with a full view of my completely naked ass. I also saw that he had a boner pushing out the front of his pants! I giggled, which made the boy look down. He saw his condition and at once turned to run back through the hallway and around the corner. What a turn-on! "Rebecca Carter, will you get into my office!" Nurse Baker called my attention. Immediately I tip-toed forward until I stood fully in the middle of the room. I know I was blushing, because I had gotten caught thinking dirty thoughts. Hopefully, she wouldn't be seeing any other students today. "All right, tell me what happened," she said, placing her hands calmly on the desk. "Why are you running around school without any clothes on?" Pausing to collect my thoughts, I licked my lips and began my story, "You see, I had an accident with my T-shirt. I was in the cafeteria and it ripped. Um, it ripped right off me. And there were a lot of students around, so I ran here." Nurse Baker arched an eyebrow, "And this T-shirt was all you were wearing, Miss Carter?" "It was long… well, long enough to cover my bottom," I admitted bashfully. The school nurse pushed her chair back and stood up so that she could walk over to me. In her heels, she was probably at least a foot taller than me. I was worried that she was going to get me in trouble. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She asked me why I didn't have any underwear on underneath! "Um…" I tried to stall, bouncing nervously on my toes. "I was just going to the beach after to school… it would be easier to slip into my swimsuit…" Ms. Baker didn't seem convinced, but she didn't press any further. Instead, she told me to put my shoes down! I was in no position to protest, so I glanced to my side and located the examination table, which would be a suitable place to put them. Padding across the room, I lifted my flip-flops to the leather upholstery. When I spun around again, I had to use my arms and hands to try to hide my nudity. But the school nurse would have none of that. She had done plenty of physical examinations, I imagine, and had seen lots of female teenagers. Bringing me back to the middle of the health office, she gently took my arms and lowered them to my side. I was so embarrassed as my erect nipples sprang out. And… Oh my God! My totally bald pussy! "You're certainly prepared for bikini season," Ms. Baker commented with a wink. Oh my God, I can't believe she was talking about my pussy! I think my whole face turned bright red, and my round bottom was blushing rosy pink. All I could do was close my eyes and clench my fists at my sides. Suddenly I felt my boobies being held! Not just being held, but actually lifted up and bounced back down on my chest! A small coo escaped my lips as the nurse briefly touched my nipples. I knew she was only checking clinically, making sure I was all right, but her fingers felt so good on my excited body. "I see you are developing quite nicely, Rebecca," the nurse remarked. Opening my eyes, I answered shyly, "Thank you…" "All the more reason you should not be running around school, naked!" And this last point, she emphasized with a playful smack on my rear end. Her heels clicked over the floor, and I listened to Ms. Baker stroll around behind me. My long black hair fell to the middle of my back, straight and framing the juicy round globes of my bare bottom. I was afraid she might ask me to touch my toes, or give me a rectal examination! Self-conscious, I still separated my feet a little, causing my labia to unfold between my legs. I thought I would die of shame… But then the woman moved around to stand in front of me again. Part of me wanted to cover up, yet part of me… enjoyed her evaluating my body. I was proud of my shape and the way I looked. The only thing was, it was embarrassing for a school official to see me aroused like this. I was horny, and I'm pretty sure she knew it. "Have you started masturbating?" Ms. Baker asked. I clasped both my hands to my mouth in shock. It's like she was a mind reader! Although I guess she had to take developmental psych courses to become a nurse, so she understood what a naked sixteen year-old girl would be going through. "Yes, ma'am," I answered softly. The nurse smiled and nodded her head. "It's all healthy and perfectly natural. Well, except for the part about you running around school without any clothes on. I suppose I had best get you covered up…" I fancied she said that last bit almost with a tone of regret. Even more amazingly, I almost told her she needn't trouble herself on my account. As if I was prepared to stroll back to homeroom, totally bare-assed nude! Oooh, I thought again, that would be so hot. And yet it would also be horribly embarrassing for my classmates to see me like this. I was so busy sorting through my confused and muddled emotions, that I did not notice Ms. Baker had left the office. I was alone. Here was my chance… I could run back into the hallways and streak the high school in my birthday suit! Arms dangling at my sides, I turned and faced the door. A few more steps and I would be out in the hallway. Buck naked, out in the school hallway! Then the nurse came marching back into the room, bringing what looked like a small hospital gown. It was pale green and appeared flimsy, like it was made of paper. As my nipples pointed toward the ceiling, Ms. Baker stood in front of me and shook her head. "It seems like you just can't keep out of sight today, Miss Carter," she said sarcastically. "Here, let's try this on…" I held out my arms so that she could slip the sleeves of the gown over me. Not that they were full sleeves. They paper ended just past my shoulders, leaving most of my arms totally bare. Looking be hind me, I saw that my backside was bare, too, and I wiggled my butt appreciatively. That is, until Ms. Baker walked around me and snapped the little metal buttons that closed the gown. She then motioned me to put my flip-flops back on. "The day is almost over," she said with a glance at the clock. "No point in bringing a change of clothes, I will just call your mother to come pick you up…" "NO!" I squeaked, nearly jumping out of the paper gown. "I mean, she's at work… I don't want to bother her… she's very busy!" The truth was, my mother had no idea I had gone to school so indecently. I'm sure she would be furious, or at least very annoyed. I really didn't want to face her like this. She would ask how the rest of my clothes got ruined and where were they. How could I tell her that I had gone outside in only a tight T-shirt? "Boxie," the Nurse used my nickname to get my attention. "You can't go back to class like that. Now I'll let you stay here for the next half hour, but how are you going to get home? You can't ride the school bus…" Thinking quickly, I responded, "I'll get a ride home with my friend Patricia!" Ms. Baker considered for a moment, and finally agreed to spare me the embarrassment of having my mother come down to school to pick me up. She said that she would buzz Patricia's homeroom five minutes before the final bell and ask her to report to the Health Office. That would give my friend enough time to collect me and for us to hurry to her car before the rest of the school let out. When Patty showed up at the end of the half-day, she could not find the words to speak. She just kind of looked at me in that paper gown and shook her head in disbelief. "Now remember," the Nurse said sternly. "I want you to go straight to the student parking lot and take this young lady home. I don't want to cause any commotion!" "Yes ma'am," my friend and I both answered. And with that, we were dismissed from the room. What a way to finish the last day of the school year! But as soon as we were a good distance into the hallway, out of earshot, Patty shook me by the arm. "I can't believe you did this, Boxie! And now look what happened…" I grinned and said, "Yeah, isn't it wild! I mean, I was so scared when those seniors saw my nude body… but also thrilled!" "You are too much," my friend insisted. "You're lucky to have me to drive you to your house." Part 4 I stopped walking forward. Patricia looked back and asked what was wrong. It was just the two of us, standing in the quiet lobby of the high school. In another minute, the bell would ring, signaling the official start of Summer Vacation and letting loose a flood of students. I gingerly plucked at the paper gown covering my body. "You're not taking me home," I smiled mischievously. "What?" Patty replied. I looked around, and then pressed myself excitedly against my best friend. "I'm going to take the school bus!" "Are you crazy!" the girl cried. "In that delicate thing? The other kids will make fun of you…" Oh, the humiliation would be delicious! I don't know why, but I could already feel myself heating up. At that moment, the school bell rang through the building. I dashed off for the exit, my flip-flops slapping over the floor. I only spared a second to look back and waved "bye" to my friend. Pushing open the front doors, I burst out into the sunlight of the warm early afternoon. I bounded down the steps, to where the line of school buses was already waiting for the discharged students to get onboard. It was easy for me to find the number for my bus, being the first one out here. I didn't have to jostle through a crowd of other boys and girls, teachers and supervisors, and get lost in the confusion. When I reached the bus, I rapped on the glass of the hydraulic door with the back of my hand. The driver, who was an older gentleman, was probably surprised to see any students so soon. I knew he also would not be looking forward to driving home a bus full of rowdy students on the last day of school. Hopefully, he would not put up too much of a fuss. "I had an accident today," I explained shyly. The man clearly did not know what to make of my paper gown and he seemed genuinely concerned. "Do you think… maybe you want to sit up front?" As I climbed the steps carefully, I turned and started to head down the aisle between the seats. "No… I think… I'll be all right." I gave a weak smile, and I'm pretty sure I was blushing. Proceeding to walk toward the back of the bus, I hoped Ms. Baker did a good job of snapping up the gown. I had a feeling that the driver was watching me the whole way. And I did not stop in the middle, unlike on my trip to school earlier this morning. I was the first person here, and I could choose to sit anywhere I wanted! I chose to sit in the back. Like, totally all the way in the back, in the very last seat. That's where the Seniors would sit, although I was certain there would not be anyone from the graduating class taking the bus today. But there would be Juniors. And other students from my class… I sat down nervously, and waited for the other boys and girls to happily swarm onto the bus, anxious for the long summer break to begin. As I was sitting, for the first time since putting on the gown, I noticed that the paper only reached to the top of my knees. I was decently covered, but all of my lower legs were exposed. Crossing my legs now, I dangled a flip-flop precariously from my toes. The first students arrived, a pair of younger ninth graders who were friends. They sat near the front of the bus. But then, as the school emptied and more and more young people raced for their rides home, another group of Freshmen climbed onboard. There were three guys, excited and laughing it up. They came all the way to the back, and took the seats in front of me! The ones diagonally across from me looked my way and grinned. This was so embarrassing! Next came the two sisters from the morning route. They immediately headed for the back, sitting in the seat directly across from me. When they saw me in the paper gown, they lifted their hands to their mouths in shock, giggling. "Oh my God, did you get in trouble because of your T-shirt?" one of them asked. "Did they make you take it off?" Before I could answer, more students boarded the bus heading in our direction. These were older classmen, they would be Seniors next year. In a show of throwing around their new authority, the guy and two girls tossed the ninth graders out of their seats. Although the younger students only moved up one row, they continued to watch me. Then the seventeen-year-old Juniors tried to do the same to us in the last seats. "Oh, please let us stay!" the sisters begged. "Look… Boxie had a bad day and was sent home in a paper gown!" This cracked up the older students, as well as others who were cramming in close to the back. I was told that I could sit on the edge of the aisle, if I let the sisters squeeze into the same seat. So, what could I do? I was really nervous and anxious at this point, so I carefully stood up and moved by the emergency rear exit. This allowed the sisters to switch seats, and then I sat back down next to them. The Juniors took their places across from us, and all of a sudden, it started at once. The teasing, the playful laughter and pranks at my expense. I had only so much to lose, and I think the older teenagers knew it. "Hey, Boxie! Can I sign your gown?" one of them asked. "You know, like a yearbook!" I think I was trembling a bit, but didn't say anything. The boy, who was actually rather attractive, produced a pen and handed it to one of his friends. Now the bus had just started moving at this point, rolling past the school and about to leave the parking lot. We were bumped around a bit, and one of the sisters had to hold me still. Then the other girl leaned across the aisle… and started writing on the gown, the piece covering my thigh! "Dear Boxie," she said out loud as she wrote, "Hope you have an awesome summer!" I looked down in amazement. That seemed harmless enough. In fact, it was kind of nice. But at the same time, the thin paper pressing against my skin, and the pen crawling across felt absolutely outrageous! Before I knew it, the girl sitting next to me had a pen of her own. "Keep in Touch, Boxie!" she wrote with glee. "Let's go clothes shopping… Love, Amy" Everyone got a big laugh at that, the message signed on the gown above my other thigh. Then the young man moved out of his seat and crouched down in the aisle. You're not supposed to get up while the bus was in motion! But he didn't care. He put a hand on my knee, which caused me to drop one of the flip-flops off my foot. Then he began to write a message on the gown… right over my crotch! "See you next year… Kenny" "Oh!" I moaned, as he basically scribbled and rubbed the paper against my pussy. I wasn't sure if they knew I wasn't wearing any underwear, but I think this guy knew now. If they kept this up, I think I would be very popular next year. Then again, hopefully we would have the entire summer to forget about our crazy bus ride home. The whole bus of course was very noisy. Younger students sitting way up front had no idea what was going on back here, nor did the driver, who probably had a big headache. That kind of made it more tantalizing, what we were doing. We could get away with anything. There were already papers being thrown back and forth, pages being torn from notebooks and thrown out the windows. "Hey! Give me something to write on!" someone shouted, and I looked up to see a boy leaning over the seat in front of us. Next to me, Amy giggled and took the short sleeve of the paper gown in her hand. She then ripped off a decent size, leaving me with one bare shoulder! The girl handed the scrap of paper to the boy. "Here you go," she said, "compliments of Boxie!" "Hey!" I squealed. One of the older girls across from us leaned across the aisle and grabbed my other arm. There was a sound of ripping and shredding paper… and the next thing I knew, my other shoulder was exposed! She had taken off so much that I had to lift my hands to keep the gown covering my chest! I was very close to having my boobies hanging out. There must have been more than half a dozen students paying attention to me now. On one hand, it made me feel really good, but I was also getting more and more embarrassed. A big tenth grader who obviously played on the sports teams called out, "Let's pass notes to the front of the bus!" Everyone thought this was a great idea. And then I realized the joke was that they would use pieces of my gown for the paper. Startled and over excited, I kicked off my other flip-flop. I wanted to cry out that this gown was all I was wearing, but I couldn't say anything. Amy slipped her hand behind me and tore off a large square from the back of the gown. As she wrote something down and folded the paper to be passed forward, I leaned against the seat and felt my bare skin against the vinyl. A seventeen-year-old girl on the opposite seat stretched her hand out and ripped a piece away from the side of my gown. I could not use my hands to deflect her, because I was holding the front to cover my breasts. Glancing down, I saw my bare hip. Those students across the aisle, I'm pretty certain could tell I was not wearing panties. More pieces were torn from my body, leaving my tummy exposed and my cute bellybutton sticking out. I was suddenly aware that only the girls in the back of the bus were busy cutting out the paper, writing notes, and passing them ahead. The other guys were just watching me intently, wondering how far this would go. I found myself wondering the same. The top of the gown had become separated from the waist. For that matter, the back had been totally removed so that I was now clutching a single piece of paper in front of my boobies. On my right, the side was torn away completely, leaving all of the leg revealed. And I was barefoot. Panicking, I looked around, but could not see my flip-flops anywhere! Had they been tossed forward as well? Amy's sister who had the window seat got the idea to lean over and rip out the part of the gown that covered my left hip. Then, instead of sending the paper to the head of the bus like the others had done, she opened up the window and let it flutter away down the road! But the open window allowed a warm breeze to rush through the back of the bus. You see, there was no longer anything tying the gown on my lap, what was left of it, to my body. The wind whipped my long black hair across my face… and also took the last piece of paper resting on my crotch! It went flying across the aisle where it was snatched by the guy who was a year older than me. As soon as I felt the breeze tickle my bald pussy, I slapped a hand down between my legs. And then the bus rolled to a stop, because this is where the sisters had to get off. I remembered they were two stops away from own. But they had been squeezed in close to the window, as I had sat on the edge by the aisle. Now they expected me to get up, to let them out! "Come on, Boxie!" they were both pushing me, eager to begin their summer vacation. I was forced to climb out of the seat and stand in the aisle all the way at the back of the bus! With one hand cupping my pussy, I clutched the last remaining shred of the paper gown to my chest, crossing my feet at the ankles shyly. The girls got out and said goodbye to me pleasantly, then giggled all the way home. At least I would have the seat to myself for the rest of the humiliating trip. That is what I thought, until just before the bus started moving again, one of the Junior girls jumped across the aisle and took the spot next to the window. I moved to sit next to her, but first she swiped the patch of paper gown that had been left behind on the seat. This is what I had been sitting on! Now I took my seat with my BARE ASS landing on the vinyl. "Oh my God!" I moaned out lout. The realization hit me that I had just been stripped naked on my school bus. Admittedly, the paper gown I had been wearing was not much, and was an inviting target for playful hands. This being the last day of school, the students were already in a partying mood, and things were looser about such things. My tummy fluttered and my toes curled as I closed my eyes. I thought I might have an orgasm, if I wasn't careful. "Yoink!" I heard the girl next to me tease… In the next instant, she had reached her hand under my arms and plucked out the last piece of the gown. I turned my head to watch her send it flying out the window. And that was it. I had nothing on at all! I was forced to keep my boobies covered with my hands to hide my erect nipples. My legs were still crossed, so that no one could see my pussy, although I guess it would be easy to tell I was hairless. I wasn't crying or acting too upset, which is probably why the other students let it go this far. By the way my body was reacting, they might even think I enjoyed it. I had to arch my back a couple of times as the school bus bounced down the road. The incredible thing about all of this was that at least half the bus, those who were sitting closer to the front, could not have known I was sitting back here, absolutely nude! I watched as Charlie, the boy who had pestered me earlier in the morning was let off at his stop. He was probably none the wiser. And then it occurred to me… my bus stop was next! I thought about how I was going to do this. All the students in the back with me would get a clear view of my curvy, round naked ass. I had to keep my tits and pussy covered. At least this way, no one would see my pink parts. It would give them all something to laugh about and tell the story next year. Thank God I normally don't ride the bus! I guess this is what I get for hanging out with the big kids. Plus, I was horny as hell. The bus came to a stop. I could hear the hydraulic doors open, the motor rumbling as it idled, waiting for me to disembark. Well, I definitely did not want the driver to come back here looking for me. So I jumped out of my seat. I took a deep breath… and then jogged fully nude between the rows of seats. Cradling my boobies in one arm, my bare feet slapped over the floor of the aisle. Imagine the surprise for those students who casually turned their necks or looked up to see who was getting off the bus. "Oh my God!" I muttered breathlessly as I passed a handful of boys and girls who went to school with me. The bus driver was shocked as I reached the front and began to climb down the steps, my bare bottom jiggling. I think he was too dazed to say or do anything. Although I'm sure he would have a word with the older students in the back. I hoped they didn't get into much trouble. Speaking of trouble, as my toes found the concrete of the sidewalk, the warm sun caressed my shoulders, legs, back and buttocks, touching every inch of skin that was on display. I was totally aware of my nudity, and suddenly realized that I had to run to my house that was three blocks away! There was no way the huge bus could turn around quickly, so I wasn't too afraid of the driver following me. Off I ran in the opposite direction, toward my house. I had never done this before, running home this far, naked. Was I supposed to be careful and discreet? Maybe I should have spent more time hiding and only moving when there were no cars or other people around. But it was about 12: 30 pm in the middle of the day. The sun was shining brightly overhead, and I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. Some cars honked as they caught sight of the sixteen year-old-girl with long black hair streaming behind her, jogging down the sidewalk without any clothes on. I would turn my head to look over my shoulder. But mostly the people who noticed were the ones who approached from behind, as they could clearly see that I was bare-assed nude. Closer to my house, I passed a couple of kids playing in the front yard. They giggled and pointed. I was scared that their parents might come out and see me, but yet the more attention I received, the more I was getting aroused. Thankfully, I made it all the way to my front porch without getting into trouble. I found the spare key that would allow me to walk inside while my mother wasn't home. Immediately I headed for the bathroom where I started a bath. In the warm, relaxing water, I masturbated for a very long time. T Conclusion Thankfully, I made it all the way to my front porch without getting into trouble. I found the spare key that would allow me to walk inside while my mother wasn't home. Immediately I headed for the bathroom where I started a bath. In the warm, relaxing water, I masturbated for a very long time. That was the hottest last day of school! THE END

Boxie Carter’s Thanksgiving by American Cowboy I was on my way upstate to spend Thanksgiving with my relatives. Not that I wanted to, but my parents were making me come along since I hadn’t seen my aunts and uncles and cousins for a few years. I had thought I would be able to stay home, and have the whole house to myself. Then I could have some wild fun! There was even a cute guy who moved into the neighborhood. So, like, I was in a pretty pouty mood as I sat in the back seat of my dad’s SUV. I had the earphones to my iPod plugged in, and had tuned out my parents. It was a long, frosty drive up to my grandmother’s place. For the trip, I was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, which was comfy enough. I actually liked the way it covered my neck, and framed my sixteen-year-old face. My long black hair fell down my back, and my stormy grey eyes flashed whenever my mother tried to check how I was doing. The sweater itself was snug, especially around my developing chest, but not too tight. I had squeezed into a pair of jeans that hugged my bottom, and put on some soft brown boots with fur lining. Of course, we were arriving the day before the holiday. My mother offered to help out with the big dinner. And that meant I would be spending a lot of time with my three cousins. They were so boring, nothing at all like me! From what I understood, they were all straight-A students, played the violin in the school orchestra, and never got into trouble. I don’t think we had any interests in common. Seeing them again was not something I was looking forward to. After the drive of, like, four hours, we arrived at my grandmother’s house. It was nice enough, kind of old looking but big and spacious. There was a pool in the backyard, although it was too cold to go swimming. I hadn’t brought a bathing suit, anyway. We walked up the long driveway, my dad lugging most of the bags, and climbed up the white steps that led to the front door. There were hugs and kisses as my relatives greeted us, and it was all horribly embarrassing. The usual stuff about how long it had been since we last saw each other, and how big I had grown. My mother took my iPod away because she said I was being rude. So I had to suffer my aunt asking like a thousand questions before they would leave me alone. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my Uncle Jake in the next room. He wasn’t really my uncle, but another cousin older than the ones who were my age. Jake was twenty-two or twenty-three, I think. So we called him Uncle Jake. He was also good-looking, with sandy-blonde hair that came down a little past his shoulders. I giggled, and bounced through the doorway. “Uncle Jake!” I cried, lunging to wrap my arms around the young man. A little startled, he caught me and said, “Becky… is that you?” My head just came up to his chest, so I leaned my cheek against his shirt and replied, “Mm-hmm. Aren’t you happy to see me? And by the way, you can call me Boxie.” “OK, Boxie,” Jake laughed and spun me around. I then saw another man in the room, my real Uncle, Bill. He was my dad’s brother. Balding and with a thin moustache, he sat in a large armchair, smoking a pipe. “Rebecca,” the man said, greeting me. “Call her Boxie,” Uncle Jake teased. My Uncle Bill only made a rough noise in his throat, but no other comment. He went on to mention that he expected I would behave while staying at the house. I don’t know how I had gotten a reputation as a trouble-maker! It was probably just my younger cousins were such darling little angels, that he didn’t want me to be a bad influence. As a matter fact, I was hoping I could avoid them as much as possible. I would rather hang out with Jake. But as I was about to take his hand and see where I could pull him off to, my mother was suddenly calling for me. With a sigh and a huff, I waved good bye, turning to go back out into the entrance hall. “Boxie,” my mother was telling me, “All the children are upstairs. Go and say hello to your cousins.” “Do I have to?” I whined. At that moment, my dad pulled the last of the luggage inside and said, “We are going to be busy in the kitchen, preparing tomorrow’s meal, and getting everything ready. Just go upstairs and play some games, Boxie.” “Like, whatever!” I rolled my eyes and started to head down the hallway. Around the corner, I came to a grand staircase. Placing my hand on the ornament at the end of the bannister, I began to climb up slowly. It had been five years since I last saw my cousins, when we were ten and eleven years old. The boys were actually a year younger than me, so they would be fifteen now. My girl cousin was the same age as me. Perry and Hamilton were twins, and they were complete dorks. Both had red hair, and the only way I could tell them apart was because Hamilton wore glasses. Abigail had long blonde hair. She was always a perfectionist, even when we were kids. All three of them were studious types and very much into scholastic and fancy cultural stuff. There weren’t even cute nicknames I could give them. I dreaded each step that took me closer to second floor of the house. I wandered around for a bit, and then found the boys in the recreational game room. It had polished, hardwood floors. There was a billiards table as well as a table with a green felt top for playing cards. And there was a stereo system with speakers along one wall, a wide television screen on the other wall. With all this, I saw the boys sitting down and reading. “Perry… Hamilton?” I called out as I hesitantly entered the room. The last time I saw these two, they were scrawny little kids. But they had gotten bigger, now they were teenagers. Certainly, they appeared taller than me. By no means were they built or anything, but the boys were lean and looked pretty good. I of course recognized them because of their red hair. Perry was actually kind of cute. But Hamilton still had glasses, and freckles, too! His face was funny, but fun to look at. I moved fully into the room, in my black turtleneck sweater and tight jeans. The twins looked up and noticed me for the first time. Shyly, I gave them a little wave. “Becky?” Hamilton asked, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. I couldn’t help but giggle. “You can call me Boxie. That’s what everyone, back home, in high school calls me.” The boys glanced at each other, and then back at me. It seemed one of them was about to speak. Maybe the other would finish his sentence the way twins do. But then I heard footsteps, and a girl’s voice behind me. “Rebecca,” it was my cousin, Abigail. I turned around, and my face went serious. Sure enough, she had on a pretty dress, and her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked like a little lady. Come to think of it, the boys were wearing trousers and nice button-down shirts. I appeared much more casual. While the two of us stared at each other, almost locked in a contest of wills, finally one of the brothers said something. “She wants us to call her Boxie.” Abigail snorted, but did not make a further reply. Like, what a little snob! I placed my hands on my curvy hips. In contrast, the blonde sixteen-year-old, while not unattractive, was flat chested and had almost no curves at all. “So, like, what do you guys do for fun around here?” I asked at last. Abigail folded her arms in front of her and only answered, “We have to stay up here, while the grown- ups are busy in the kitchen. Those are the rules. They will call us when it is time to come down for dinner.” I paused and stroked my chin with a finger, then slowly said, “All right… so we have the whole floor to ourselves? What kind of game can we play?” Abigail lifted her nose. “Don’t know, and don’t care. I have my own stuff to do. A proper young lady can always keep herself intelligently occupied.” With a roll of my eyes, I turned to look over my shoulder. Perry and Hamilton were already returning to their books. They would be no help. Whatever, I thought to myself. An idea hit me, but then just as quickly, my hopes were dashed. “My iPod… crap!” I ran my hands through my long dark hair, frustrated. “It was left downstairs, when Mom took it from me.” I started to take a step forward, when Abigail stood in the doorway, blocking me. “We have to stay up here, until Grandma says it’s time for dinner,” the girl insisted. “Those are the rules.” I couldn’t believe this. Like, without my iPod, I would be completely bored! “Come on… just let me run down and get it.” “No, Rebecca, those are the rules.” She repeated in an annoying little voice. “This is not your home, so you have to behave and follow directions, just like us.” Abigail was acting real bossy. I had forgotten that about her. Another reason I had not been looking forward to this family reunion. I mean, who put her in charge! “Fine,” I said in a huff, crossing my own arms against my breasts. Satisfied, the girl turned around, and proceeded to walk back down the hallway. Presumably she had a bedroom up here. If we had gotten along, I might have been tempted to follow and hang out with her. Certainly, I was curious about what she was up to. But I decided to take my chances with the twins, instead. I figured I was going to be bored out of my mind. After a minute, I lazily walked around the recreation room. It appeared there was truly nothing to do! I remembered the television screen, but making my way over, I couldn’t find the remote. How inconvenient was that! I felt like I was in prison. Or I was being punished, and I hadn’t even done anything wrong. As I circled the room, I thought I caught a glance of the two teenage boys peeking at me. But every time I turned to see, Hamilton and Perry had their noses buried in books. The room was certainly spacious enough that I could walk all the way to one side, and they would not even know I was there. It’s not like we were cramped together. For some reason, I found that added to my frustration. “Bored, bored, bored!” I moaned, but no one paid any attention to me. Eventually, I worked my way into the center of the room, and sat down on the floor. Really, like, I needed to get my iPod. Biting my lip, I started to form another idea in my head. It was crazy, and I quickly dismissed it. But as the minutes dragged by, my idle thoughts became more and more enticed. I wanted, needed attention. What was a girl to do? Reaching over, my fingers ran down my leg and started to pull off the fur-lined boot. I removed it completely, and tossed the boot forward. Perry and Hamilton did not even turn their heads. With a sigh, I proceeded to take off my other boot. Again, I let it bounce across the floor. But still, the two boys did not even look up. Now, sitting cross-legged, I moved my fingers to my feet. One at a time, I took off my wooly socks. These of course made no noise as I balled them up and tossed them aside. But I delighted in being barefoot, and wiggled my toes. Still there was no reaction from the fifteen-year-old boys. So I stood up again. And I unbuttoned my jeans. Very determined, I wiggled the tight denim over my bottom. I had to do a little shimmy to get them down to my ankles, and then I kicked the jeans of my legs. The black sweater I was wearing fell past my hips, and just covered my panties. I glanced around the room before taking a deep breath. “There, that feels better!” I said aloud. It occured to me, these were the first words I had spoken in several long minutes, breaking what had otherwise been the silence of the room. Hamilton and Perry looked up from their books, turning their heads. They looked at me. I couldn’t help but giggle, even as I self-consciously tugged at the hem of my turtleneck sweater. Standing up on my toes, I took a step forward. The boys were watching me, now very interested. Since I was barefoot and not wearing any pants, I must have seemed like I was all legs. Even though I’m not that tall. As I slowly walked across the room, my hands reached under my covering and pinched at the fabric of my underwear. Trying to be sly, but innocent at the same time, I pulled my panties low enough to let gravity take its course. The delicate material fell down my thighs and past my knees, all the way to my feet. And then I simply walked out of them. “Oops!” I giggled at the teenagers. I was sure to keep my front concealed, which it was by the bottom of the sweater, but just barely. The round curve of my cheeks playfully peeked out behind me. I was bottomless, and the feeling sent a thrill through my body! So I moved all the way up to where the red-headed twins were sitting. Really, I was standing like only one or two feet in front of them. They stared at my legs and feet. And then the boys raised their eyes to my face, seeing up close my grey eyes and cascade of long black hair. “Excuse me,” I said, and turned my back to them for a second. Boxie Carter's Thanksgiving - Part 2 I realized I was flashing a little of my ass, which was more than I wanted, but I had to do something first and it was better than the alternative. I needed to slip my arms under the sweater, which of course exposed my front for a moment, but at least I wasn’t facing the boys. Then finding my bra, I was able to unclasp it and pull it down my body. Once my arms were free again, I held out the bra in one hand, while straightening the front of my sweater in place. Turning around, I looked at the two teenagers. I had to have their undivided attention. With a soft rustle, I dropped my bra to the floor. My other hand was resting on my hip, and I sort of had one knee bent forward. “Perry… Hamilton,” I started to explain, “I just want you to know. This sweater is now the only thing I am wearing.” Even as I made the confession, I could feel my face blushing. The twins continued to stare at me, perhaps amazed at me appearing before them like this. I did have a plan, sort of a method for my madness, and the crazy idea of stripping down to almost nothing. But now I was starting to get embarrassed, which only made me more excited. “Um, Boxie…” Hamilton said, eyes studying me behind his glasses. I put a finger to my lips. “Shhh… don’t say anything. I need you two to help me. My iPod is somewhere downstairs.” “We’re not allowed to go downstairs,” Perry reminded me. “Not until Grandmother calls us for dinner.” Shifting my eyes toward the door, I then looked at the boys again. “I know. But, like, I’m going anyway. And I want you guys to come with me.” At this point, I was improvising. I guess I thought by wearing just my sweater, the fifteen-year-old boys would me more inclined to follow along. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure. I was beginning to feel foolish, and this would only be the start of my humiliation. Then Hamilton said, “All right, we will go with you.” Perry nodded in agreement, and then the twins stood up. I was forced to take a step back. Yet it struck me as my eyes lingered on them, that they were fully clothed and nicely dressed, but I only had on one item of clothing! “Thanks,” I giggled, and turned around. As I made my way toward the door, I was conscious of my bare feet on the wood floors. The boys were quickly behind me. I crept out into the upstairs hallway, tugging on the hem of my turtleneck sweater with one hand. “We have to be careful to not get caught by Abigail,” one of the twins whispered in my ear. “Right,” I answered a little breathlessly. The element of danger and possibly getting into trouble added to the thrill of what I was doing. It also sounded like Abigail was not someone the boys wanted to mess with. It made me wonder what she would do if she did catch me like this. We looked around and quietly made our way to the head of the staircase. I went first, my toes arching up on the carpet, one hand sliding along the bannister. Perry and Hamilton followed a couple of steps behind. From their view, they would get occasional peeks of my ass. The back of the sweater rode up slightly as I descended, causing my bottom to bounce. Like two smooth basketballs next to each other, that’s how someone once described my butt, each cheek moving up and down. Already, I could smell the aroma of food being prepared in the kitchen. For some reason, this reminded me of when I was a little girl, and I used to eat a lot. Especially around the holidays. I was always kind of chubby growing up. But once I hit puberty, my body started to change. I became very curvy, with a shapely round bottom and developing boobies. At sixteen-years-old, I was exercising to keep my tummy flat and waist narrow. Secretly, I lowered the fingers of one hand to touch my bare thigh. “Are you sure we should keep going?” Perry asked, standing right behind me. I was momentarily fixed on the polished wooden banister stained dark, which ended in a decorative circular ornament. My thoughts drifted to wonder what it would be like to straddle the bannister, my bare legs and toes hanging down on either side. What would I look like, and how would it feel? My hand wandered and I rubbed the staircase ornament. “Mm-hmmm,” I answered, glancing back to look at the boys. Very carefully, I stepped down to the first floor of the house. There were muffled voices in the distance. Part of me started to wonder, what if I ran into Jake like this. I was very excited wearing only my black turtleneck sweater, and moved a few inches forward. Since I was not familiar with the layout, there was a good chance I might make a wrong turn and stumble into a crowded room. “Boxie, wait up!” Hamilton whispered, and grabbed the back of my sweater. I froze, feeling the knitted threads rise off my body. In front, my nipples were tickled by the fabric. After I let out a small gasp, Hamilton released his hold, and I took a step back. Perry explained, “Not that way. We should go down the hallway and approach the kitchen from the other direction.” I turned around so that the boys could see my face, while I attempted to adjust the one article of clothing I had on. “Um, like, OK…” I told him. His brother pushed his glasses up his nose again, and then put a finger to his lips, reminding me to be quiet. Hamilton gestured with his arm to where the hallway branched off, and indicated the way I should walk. I had forgotten that this house had a huge country kitchen with multiple entrances. One was by the cooking area, near the counter tops and stove and refrigerator. Then another archway opened up on a space with a table and chairs, so they could eat in the kitchen. This was in addition to the formal dining room. Slowly, the three of us crept around like three naughty children. Of course, we were teenagers in high school, and I was the only one being naughty. But it’s a good thing I had the boys along and followed their directions. Once we reached the open doorway close to the table, I peeked inside and saw everyone working around the counter. There was my mother and her sister, as well as my grandmother taking out cooking trays, mixing ingredients, whatever. I watched my father pop in to see how things were going and ask if he could have a taste, before they shooed him away. The men must have been hanging out in another room. I pulled my head back, and then leaned against the wall. Closing my eyes, I slid down until I was in a squatting position, balancing on my toes. I was mindful to keep my sweater tucked low so that I was covered. But my knees sticking out, and legs, were totally exposed. I listened to the boys crouch down near me. The adults were right in the next room! “Boxie?” Hamilton dared to whisper. The truth is, I wasn’t even thinking about my iPod any longer. This was more fun. But scary at the same time. I don’t know why, but I loved it! I opened my grey eyes and put my hand up to the ear of the twin closest to me. “Sneak into the kitchen, and grab a napkin, or dishtowel, or something for me.” “Um…” Hamilton faltered, worried about getting into trouble. I pouted my lips, and teased the hem of my sweater. “I’ll do it!” Perry suddenly said, feeling perhaps a bit more adventurous. He poked his head in, keeping low to the floor, so that none of the ladies looking this way would see him. A long counter divided the room, and then there was the table surrounded by wooden chairs. I watched him crawl forward, into the kitchen. We had been forbidden to come downstairs until dinner was ready. I can’t imagine how risky it was to actually enter the kitchen! My grandmother, aunt, and mother continued to gab away and continue with their preparations. They had no idea what we were up to. The suspense was killing me, and I was almost twisting the bottom of my sweater in a knot. Finally, I moved over and got into a crawling position myself so I could look into the room. I watched Perry kneel in back of a chair, then reach a hand up to snatch something off the tabletop. Suddenly feeling a draft between my legs, I realized that if Hamilton was behind me, I would be showing off my bare butt. Quickly, I rolled back so that I was leaning against the wall on the side of the doorway. At the same time, Perry came scampering back quietly over the kitchen tiles. He shuffled toward us on his knees, clutching his prize. The fifteen-year-old probably scuffed up his nice pants, but, whatever. “What did you bring me?” I nearly squealed. The boy unfolded and dropped in my lap a table placemat. It was square shaped, and displayed autumn colors, brown and orange. There was a cartoon print of a turkey in the middle, which made me giggle. Holding it up, I saw that the placemat was smaller in size. Not one used to put underneath dining plates, but rather a bowl of soup or hot creamy mashed potatoes. It was perfect. “Now what?” Hamilton asked. A bit stiffly, I climbed to my feet so I was standing again. The twins also stood up, crowding around on either side of me. I looked at each of them, and then pointed with my chin down the hallway. “What’s that way?” I asked quietly. Perry replied, “It winds around and eventually leads to the den and living room. But first you would pass a laundry room with a back door.” “Come on!” I giggled, and started to jog down the hall. The further we moved away from the kitchen, the more the voices diminished. It seemed we were safe for the moment. With the boys not even two steps behind me, I reached the area that Perry had said was used for laundry. There were closets along one wall, and I saw the double washing machine and the dryer along the other. Further back, there was a screen door that I figured led outside. I found the switch and turned on the light. “I’m feeling warm in this sweater,” I told the boys. My eyes shifted, glancing toward the back door. I looked back at them, teasing without saying a word. The red-headed twins were speechless. I was a little breathless, myself. Clutching the table placemat, I spun around and started to pull the black sweater off my body. I had it over my hips, then all the way up to my chin. My one free hand reached behind my head and desperately tugged on the material. I was able to squeeze my face through the turtle neck, as my fingers grasped at the wooly fabric. For a second, it was so delightful being stretched across my bare skin. Then, before I could think about what I had done, I pulled off the sweater completely and let it drop to the floor. I had convinced myself that it was alright for me to go nude, as long as I had something to cover my pussy. That was the reason I made Perry fetch me the placemat. Right now, it was enough to hide my patch of pubic hair that grew in like an upside-down triangle. A narrow strip started above my lower lips, before it fanned out in the area well below my bellybutton. Throwing an arm across my boobies, I turned around to face the boys. They were looking at me totally naked! Lowering my eyes, I shyly glanced at my bare shoulder. I took a step back, keeping the Thanksgiving turkey placemat tight against the front of my body. Suddenly I was feeling very embarrassed. What a rollercoaster ride of emotions! I took another step backward. “Ohmygosh!” I gasped, and then turned around. Perry and Hamilton saw my full round ass. No flashing, peeks, or teases. Just totally bare, without me wearing any clothes at all! I reached my hand for the door. “Boxie!” one of the twins called after me, “You can’t go outside!” I heard him, but I didn’t listen. Instead, I pulled open the screen door, and then the solid exterior door. I walked out of the house, into the backyard, naked. The cool air at first felt great on my overheated body. But this was November. It was chilly! I watched amazed as the cold had its effect on me. My erect nipples grew very long and hard. Well, I didn’t want to catch pneumonia, so I immediately turned around and went back inside. I nearly tripped over Hamilton and Perry. The fifteen-year-old boys retreated a few steps, enough to let me into the house, as the door closed behind me. I still had the placemat covering my pussy. But my other arm hung at my side, leaving my boobies to bounce up and down. The twins were staring at my hard pink nipples now sticking straight out. “Yeah, like, it’s cold out there,” I bashfully tried to explain. I also noticed that Hamilton had picked up my turtleneck sweater. The teenager holding the only piece of clothing I had worn down here was a stark reminder of my nudity. My grey eyes met his behind circle-rimmed glasses. Politely, he held out the sweater like a little gentleman. “You probably want this back, Boxie.” It would be a good idea, since I didn’t know what else might happen. I was pushing my luck, and sooner or later, I was going to get caught. Really, I couldn’t continue running around my grandmother’s house in the nude. Unfortunately, before I could take the sweater, Abigail walked into the laundry room with us. “What are you three doing downstairs!” she demanded. “And why the hell is Rebecca naked?” Boxie Carter's Thanksgiving - Part 3 Her language surprised me, and I tried to stammer an excuse. Something about my sweater, and feeling warm. Perry corrected her about my nickname. I continued to fidget and squirm in front of them all, wrapping an arm around my boobies. Then the blonde young lady twisted her mouth in an evil grin. “The thing is, I found your jeans and underwear, your boots and socks in the game room upstairs. Did you guys start to play strip poker?” “No!” I squeaked, feeling humiliated and vulnerable. “Please don’t tell, Abigail.” As usual, she did not answer, but merely took the sweater away from Hamilton. She proceeded to walk right up to me. The sixteen-year-old girl looked me up and down. While not as curvy as I am, she still had a very pretty face. I trembled slightly. In a flash, Abigail swiftly reached down and grabbed the table placemat out of my hands, saying, “Give me that!” “Eek!” I cried out, as my pussy was exposed. I don’t think the boys saw, because Abigail was still standing in front of me. But now I was really naked, without anything to cover myself. Quickly, I dropped a hand between my legs, hiding my patch of pubic hair. Just in time, too, as the blonde girl stepped out of the way, allowing Perry and Hamilton to look at me. She then turned to address the fifteen-year-old twins. “Take Rebecca upstairs,” Abigail told them. “And don’t let her get dressed. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” “But…” I started to protest, but then worried she was going to tell on me. So I kept my mouth shut. Instead, I shuffled forward barefoot and using my arms and hands to hide my girl parts. This was unbelievable! But I could tell the boys were going to do whatever Abigail said. They were used to her bossing them around. Perry reached over and closed his fingers around my wrist. “Come on, Boxie.” “Hey!” I gasped in shock as he pulled my arm away from my body. Hamilton was on the other side, and at the same moment, he grasped my other arm. They let their hands simultaneously slip into mine so they could lead me out of the room. I was in the middle of two fully and nicely dressed teenagers. My tits bounced up and down as we walked. All I could do was glance over my shoulder to see Abigail grinning devilishly at my bare bottom. “Do you… do you think it’s safe?” I whispered, being pulled totally naked through the house. The boys looked over at me and only nodded in reply. My heart was beating wildly as I heard the voices of my relatives coming from other rooms. I was aware of my nipples growing erect, but unable to cover them. Somehow, the three of us made it back to the staircase. Perry and Hamilton started climbing up first, and I was dragged behind them. They would just not let go! My arms and legs ached, and there were butterflies in my tummy as well as a warm, yummy feeling below. I was horrified… I think my clitoris was poking out! We reached the game room, and I saw my clothes lying on the floor exactly where I had left them. I should have been more relaxed, since I was less likely to get caught up here. But staying nude in front of two fifteen-year-old boys kept me on edge. I made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but only succeeded in shaking my boobies around. Finally, Perry and Hamilton told me to sit down in one of the chairs. I hurriedly scampered over to the seat and lowered myself, crossing my legs modestly. Now that my hands were free, I placed my palms in front of my nipples. I looked at the boys with stormy grey eyes, my long black hair falling down my back, and not a stitch of clothing on! Wiggling my toes, I asked, “Like, can I at least put my socks back on?” “No,” Hamilton said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose again. “Abigail said that you weren’t allowed to get dressed.” Great, they were obviously going to keep me completely bare from head to toe. I was back to being a prisoner again, trapped, only this time they were watching me. The twins seemed confident that the bossy blonde girl was going to return, and they were not going to disobey her orders. The three of us stared at each other in silence, as I started to bob my foot up and down. I honestly had no idea what was going to happen, and I don’t think the boys did either. My arms crossed over my breasts, and I clutched my elbows in opposite hands. I nearly jumped out of the seat when suddenly Abigail popped back into the room. She had a large platter tucked under one arm, and it looked like she had brought my sweater with her as well. I breathed a sigh of relief. “I spoke to Mother,” the girl who was my age ignored me and said to the twins, “and explained that I needed to borrow a few items from the kitchen. We are going to have our own make-believe Thanksgiving dinner.” “Can I be an Indian?” I giggled. But Abigail continued to ignore me, and walked across the room to the billiards table. It was very nice, with rich mahogany wood and had red felt. She placed the large serving platter in the middle. Then she looked over at me, sitting naked in the chair. “No, Rebecca, you are going to be our turkey,” the young lady said coldly. “What?!” I gasped. Abigail smiled and said, “Since you already have had your feathers plucked off…” I looked down at all my bare skin and blushed, embarrassed. My mind started racing. What if she meant to shave me? In front of Perry and Hamilton! She wouldn’t, would she? Instead, Abigail told me to stand up. I quickly jumped to my feet. The fully clothed sixteen-year-old girl approached, and instinctively I dropped my arms to my sides. My tits bounced out in front of me, my round bottom, behind. Because she was wearing shoes, Abigail was taller than me. “Look at this plump turkey!” she teased, while slapping my boobies playfully, and reaching around to squeeze my bare ass. “Hey… quit it!” I squealed, finding myself becoming VERY aroused. Then Abigail told me to walk over to the pool table. I did so, and placed my fingers lightly on the wooden side. Standing up on my toes, I glanced back to see everyone looking at my butt. “Well, go on, get up there and kneel down on the serving tray!” the girl motioned with her hands. It was certainly an oversized platter, and I wondered how she was able to convince my grandmother to let her borrow it. I guess Abigail could be just as bossy to adults. Or maybe she was so precious and spoiled that they let her have whatever she wanted. Examining the decorative tray, I guessed it wasn’t needed until tomorrow, anyway. Like, you sure could fit a large bird on it. Or even me. I lifted a knee up to the side of the billiards table, feeling my pussy lips hang down between my legs. Still, I managed to climb all the way onto the red felt, and crawled on the bare platter. Lowering my head, I rested my face on one cheek. My arms were bent at the elbows, but lying hands down on either side of me. With the bottoms of my bare feet facing up, this left my ass sticking up in the air. Closing my eyes, I had a flashback, remembering that in this same position I would often masturbate. Kneeling face down, naked, with my butt higher than my head. It was in this position that I had recently discovered a new part of my body to play with. One night, when my hand had slipped under my pussy, I found something tight and sensitive. My little asshole. In fact, I had become so curious, that I once stood with my back toward the full-length mirror and spread my cheeks apart so I could see. Now that I was kneeling on the turkey platter on the pool table in the game room of my grandmother’s house, I was suddenly self-conscious about the view I would be giving. Reflexively, my butt cheeks clenched. I could feel my puckered anus wink in contraction. As I opened my eyes, I confirmed that the boys had walked behind me! And Abigail was moving near with a burlap bag that I had not noticed before. I was about to ask just what she had in mind, but when I opened my mouth, the girl took out a juicy red apple and stuffed it between my teeth. Biting down, I held it in place. But without using my hands, I was unable to take a full bite. Leaving it there, she had effectively gagged me. “Mmmmph,” I gave out a little noise. “There you go,” Abigail said, as she brushed my long black hair out of the way, “Doesn’t Rebecca make a wonderful turkey?” “Boxie,” one of the twins, either Perry or Hamilton, corrected on my behalf. “Whatever,” the blonde teenager finally acknowledged, although dismissively. I remained in this position on the serving tray, completely humiliated and completely horny. With the apple in my mouth, I tried to communicate with my eyes, but only watched as Abigail pulled something else out of her bag. “Time to baste the turkey!” she laughed, and waved a plastic turkey baster with a rubber bulb on top. My eyes went wide, but all I could do was give a muffled, “Mmmmph!” Abigail placed her hand on my back gently, and started to walk around the side of the pool table until she was behind me. I was absolutely presenting my rear to her, and there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe if the grown-ups called us downstairs for dinner, she would have to stop. But I didn’t want her to. “Looks like our turkey is already quite juicy,” the sixteen-year-old girl observed. My pussy was soaking wet, and my juices running down my thighs, collected in the platter beneath me. This was so embarrassing! Yet I was so totally turned on right now. I felt Abigail touch the tip of the baster to my bare crack. Where did she intend to put it? “Mmmph!” I moaned. The plastic tube moved down, then up again, getting itself lubricated. I closed my eyes. I felt it sliding between my legs. And then she slowly pushed it into my pussy. With an apple in my mouth to keep me from crying out, and with Perry and Hamilton watching, Abigail masturbated me with the turkey baster! “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, LOUDLY, with pleasure. It only took a minute for me to reach orgasm. As my fingers and toes curled, I started to cum. More fluids dripping into the turkey platter. My nude body quivered, and it felt amazing! Just as she had eased it inside me, Abigail slowly drew out the turkey baster. She only allowed me a few moments to recover before telling me to roll over and climb off the billiards table. On trembling legs, I lowered myself to the floor, but finally I was able to reach up and take the apple out of my mouth. Juices ran down my lips and chin. Abigail coldly handed me some napkins to clean up. I wiped my face, and then moved down between my legs. At that moment, my mother called up from the foot of the staircase. Dinner was ready, and we were told we could come down to the kitchen. Perry and Hamilton watched me standing stark naked in the room. To my surprise, Abigail actually produced my black turtleneck sweater. She told me to put in on, and pull on my boots as well. And that’s it. “That is how you will be joining us for dinner, Boxie,” the girl smirked, but at least used my nickname. I thought to myself, I had no idea Abigail was this kinky. Never would I have guessed she would do these kinds of things. It made me wonder what else she would do to me for the remainder of my visit. THE END PS On the following night, hours after our Thanksgiving meal, and while my father and uncles were watching the recap from the football games, Abigail made me streak through the neighborhood. I was completely nude, and my nipples rock hard from the chilly weather. But more on that another time. Love, Boxie Boxie Carter's Thanksgiving - Part 4 Just a split second after Abigail had informed Boxie that she would be joining the family for dinner wearing only her sweater and soft fur lined boots there was crack in her cold demeanor. Boxie knew instantly that Abigail was putting on a big act. If she said no firmly the whole thing would be dropped. Boxie was sure there was much more going on here and Abigail’s fleeting expression seemed to carry more of a plea than a demand. She would go down to dinner naked if Abigail told her to. Not that she was going to make it that easy a girl has to have her fun.  “Perry, go tell Aunt Carol we will be down in just a few minutes. I’m taking our juicy turkey to the bathroom and clean her up a bit first.” Abigail said with her nose high in the air.  The twins watched with their mouths agape as Abigail lead Boxie by the hand out of the game room a mass of giggling bobbies and bare ass with her erect nipples leading the way. Perry finally came to his senses quickly making his way down the hallway to the top of the stairs. He stopped short of the stairs to adjust his throbbing erection lest his aunt see his tented pants.  “Aunt Carol, we will be down in just a few minutes the girls are in the bathroom.” “Hurry, there will be a family meeting in the kitchen in ten minutes.” Perry didn’t like the sound of that at all.  Boxie loved the feel of the wooly shag bath mat between her bare toes and arched up to make her breasts bounce while Abigail’s back was turned getting a washcloth and hand towel. She could barely contain a giggle of pure joy as she took in her soft flushed glow in the mirror from her recent orgasm. Boxie couldn’t stop thinking about what the turkey baster would feel like slowly working itself in and out of her puckered rosebud. She quickly lowered her head staring down at her feet and biting her lower lip as Abigail turned on the warm water tap and grinned at her.  “Abigail, please let me get dressed. I, I can’t go down there in just my sweater we aren’t eleven years old anymore.”  Abigail didn’t say a word as she gently began to wash Boxie’s lips and chin and down her neck. She rinsed out the washcloth and began again at Boxie’s breasts. She worked her way from the top of each breast to the underside and back up lightly pinching each nipple. Boxie emitted a low throated moan at each pinch. “Raise your arms Rebecca.” Abigail clasped Boxie’s arms together at her wrists forcing her to arch her back as she washed under each arm. A huge grin lit up Abigail’s face and at first Boxie couldn’t understand why until she realized that in her slightly arched position her right breast and nipple were even with Abigail’s mouth. Oh GOD!!! Surely she wouldn’t go that far? The family had called them to dinner. As Abigail’s lips, tongue and teeth lightly nibbled and flicked her right nipple all thoughts of dinner left Boxie’s thoughts.  “Ohhh!! GOD!! Abi--G-A-I-L, STOP!!” With a loud sucking plop Abigail released Boxie’s right nipple but still held her arms clasped.  “As you wish Rebecca.” “No! No! don’t stop. PLEASE DON’T STOPP! Feels sooo GOOD!” Boxie panted. “You are going to have to do better than that. Tell me what you want Rebecca?” Boxie was amazed at the strong grip Abigail had on her writs. She was so turned on and could not believe she was about to have a second orgasm for having her nipples sucked. As Boxie tried to suck air into her lungs Abigail pulled upwards on her clasped writs causing her back to arch more. As the silent seconds ticked by Abigail began to twist Boxie’s body side to side. This caused her beautiful breasts to wobble up and down at first but then they began to twist in opposite directions lead by their ever erect nipples. Boxie dropped her head fascinated by the sway of her own breasts. She watched in wonderment as saliva from her coated right breast slowly slid down the underside and onto the flat plain of her belly. Boxie cooed like a baby when it disappeared into her belly button.  “Oh GOD!!! Abi PLEASE suck my left titty. PLEAZZZZ!! “Tell me your name and what you are?” “Abi, Please, Please suck my titties!” “Tell me NOW!” “Oh GAWD, Somebody help me PLEASE!!” “I’m trying to help you. TELL ME!” Boxie had no idea that sweat, tears and snot were running down her face as she watched her breasts dance. She slowly looked up at the smiling face and into the deep blue pools of the blonde’s eyes. She wanted to talk but her tongue was sealed to the roof of her mouth. Worse if she said what Abigail wanted her to there would be no going back. She would belong to her cousin.  “Tell ME!” She was so close and needed to CUM SO BADLY! Another moan escaped her lips.  Suddenly, a loud knock on the bathroom door shook both girls and the moment was lost.  “Abigail, Boxie hurry there is a family meeting in the kitchen in 5 minutes.” Perry shouted.  Abigail looked like she had seen a ghost and dropped Boxie’s arms and quickly got another clean washcloth from the cabinet handing it to her.  “Wash up and there is some deodorant and scented lotion in the drawer for you. I will get your clothes.”  Boxie could see real worry in Abigail’s eyes and it made her heart ache. She grabbed Abigail’s arm before she could open the bathroom door.  “Just my sweater and boots.” Boxie smiled. “You don’t have to, it was just a game.” Abigail said looking down at the floor. Boxie lifted Abi’s chin and wiped a tear from her left cheek but Abigail would not open her eyes and look at her as she cupped her face in both hands.  “Abi, LOOK AT ME!”  Abi opened her blue eyes and they sparkled back at Boxie’s gray ones. “Just my sweater and boots. I, I need to do this for you. A juicy turkey can’t let her chef down.” Boxie giggled.  Real friendship and love was born between the two in that moment.  “I will be right back!”  Boxie cleaned up and applied the lotion and deodorant to her body as well as brushing her long black hair to a shiny gloss. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts and desires as she waited on Abigail. She had no idea what was going on but she was more happy than she had ever been. Boxie didn’t like to be controlled by anyone ever but she loved the control Abi exerted over her. The mystery was why all the shame and worry she could feel from Abi. Boxie Carter never met a challenge she didn’t like and this would be no different.  “Mmm! Don’t you look pretty and you smell so good too.” Abigail gushed at Boxie her black sweater draped over one arm and her boots in the other hand. “Well thanks I try.” “Ok, lets put your boots on first.” Boxie let out a sigh as her bare feet made contact with the soft thick fux-fur inside her boots. She had never worn them without socks but she was going to correct that over site in the future. “Now that I see you in just the boots I think that is all you need.” Abi burst out laughing. “No WAY no HOW! The deal was boots AND sweater!” Boxie laughed, grabbing the sweater from Abi. “Fine, Fine but I remember an eleven year old girl who spent about two weeks running around nude after she left her swim suit at home.  “I didn’t leave my suit at home. Mom let me pack my own clothes for the first time that summer and I was so excited about spending two weeks with you and the boys. I think Mom pinched it as a joke and with your Mom and Grandma egging her on saying I was so cute in my birthday suit and it would save on laundry I was doomed. Mom even kept me naked for a week when we got home.”  “Oh My God! Abigail do you remember those tiny pink panties of yours that Mom put me in to go to the mall and grocery store? You kept teasing me about how cute my chubby butt was and whacked me one every time the coast was clear.  “I do remember everyone calling you The Naked Porpoise.” “We have to hurry they are going to come looking for us from down stairs and trust me that won’t be a good thing.” Abigail sighed.  “Raise your arms Porpoise Girl.” Boxie felt the black sweater slide down over her head and arms. When the soft material made contact with her bare breasts she could feel an electrical current surge through her whole body. As her breasts moved freely it felt like the sweater was hanging off her long erect nipples. When it finally settled on her body it was just covering her girl parts in front and the edge of her butt was exposed in back. It fit exactly like it did before when she made her way downstairs with the boys but it was like a different garment covered her now. A deep sigh escaped Boxie’s lips and she had to grab the sink counter to keep herself steady on her feet.  “Rebecca, if you are sure you want to do this you need to decide which you want to keep covered more; your front side or back side? From my perspective it would be your front since your sweet cheeks are already peaking in back..” “OH! The front for sure Abigail.” “Well unless you hold the hem of your sweater down the only way the front is going to stay in place is to tuck it up past your waist in back. The boys or I can stand behind you and you will be sitting down most of the time.” “Well, Um, I hadn’t thought of that but like that is going to leave me super exposed.” Boxie twisted side to side thinking about it. “If you act confident and like it is normal no one will think a thing of it and I doubt anyone will even notice. Let me tuck it up in back and see how you feel.” “Um, O-K, um I think.” “You just said you needed to do this for me. Right?” “Do it Abi!” Abigail felt a little guilty about what she was doing since she knew that tucking the sweater up in back would actually cause the front edge to rise higher and would expose her totally with each step Boxie took. As she tucked the sweater up and folded it under in back Abi could not resist running both hands over each beautiful cheek and giving each a soft squeeze. Rebecca was going to be the center of attention and then some.  “Ok, Sweet Cheeks take a look and see what you think?” “Oh, GOD!! Abigail I’m like TOTALLY exposed!” Boxie wailed as she took in her bare backside in the mirror.  “Yes you are but look how much lower the sweater is in front and I doubt very much you are going to be doing much backward walking.” Boxie twisted around in front and the sweater was lower but she was standing still.

Bachelorette Party A Kelly's Diary Story by Kelly85 Copyright© 2021 by Kelly85 Chapter 1: Party Preparations Even though it meant missing a few classes, I took a couple of days off from school to attend my older cousin Ginny’s wedding. Admittedly I was a little disappointing having been only assigned a small part in the ceremony as greeter by the guest book. So much for hopes of finally being a bridesmaid. Even so, I was looking forward to meeting old friends and relatives and hopefully have a fun time. There WAS one thing I was looking forward to the most though, and it was the primary reason for me leaving a couple of days early with school almost over - the bachelorette party. Until now I’d never been to one and knowing Ginny and the crowd she hung out with, especially her maid of honor who was setting up the party, I knew this just had to be a wild event! I’d heard some pretty crazy stories from other girls about bachelorette parties that they had attended and I had high expectations that it was going to be a lot of fun. At 23, Ginny was four years older than me, almost five as her birthday was coming up in June, so while we’d hung around together at family gatherings we weren’t nearly as close as I was with Kristen, my cousin on my mother’s side who had just turned seventeen. In fact, when she found out I was invited Kristen was a bit miffed. Apparently she hadn’t been invited so I asked Ginny’s best friend Audrey, her maid of honor in charge of the party, why Kristen wasn’t invited. Since both of us were under 21 it wasn’t like it was because of any alcohol restrictions. To my surprise, Audrey seemed somewhat amused by my question. She responded first by telling me it wasn’t the drinking age that was the concern as she’d rented a suite in the hotel where the reception was to be held and most people were staying there (including me). Then Audrey became rather cryptic, saying something about how the entertainment required everyone be at least eighteen. Apparently I must’ve looked a bit puzzled because she just giggled and refused to elaborate, leaving me to have to use my imagination as to what the “entertainment” was going to be! Well, I have quite a imagination to say the least. Since my dad STILL wouldn’t let me have a car (don’t even get me started on that one!), my mom had to drive almost four hours to pick me up from school. The semester was almost over so it was going to be difficult missing a few days of class but hey, sometimes sacrifices have to be made. As I mentioned, there would be rooms for everyone at the hotel where the wedding was being held so I wouldn’t be staying at my parents’ house. Kristen and I would be sharing a room although she wouldn’t be arriving until a little later, probably not until after the party. Even though Kristen couldn’t attend the bachelorette party there were still other things going on such as a wedding shower not to mention there would be a number of friends and relatives for her to visit with. We’d been talking on the phone about it for weeks and we couldn’t wait to spend the night together. She mentioned something about bringing a camera which perked up my imagination. Kristen had always been the one between us to do crazy things and get me in trouble so I could only imagine what she was going to come up with! Chapter 2: Driving With My Mom My mom was waiting for me when I got out of my last class for the day. Fortunately this was one of those days I finished early so I was able to attend everything and still have enough time for the drive back to Pittsburgh. My stuff was already packed so all I had to do was go to my room and change quickly. No way was I wearing this long skirt home. It was bad enough to have to dress like a nun at school, I wasn’t about to suffer any longer than necessary. Brenda was still at class when I got in the room so I hurried and undressed. God it felt so good to get out of that damn underwear, especially the bra. Panties I could live with but bras are the worst thing ever invented - and by a man I’m sure. OK, so some women needed them for support but for those of us who don’t, why are we forced to put on those harnesses? Thank God these days there were more options and some of them actually weren’t too bad, but still, why wear anything if you didn’t have to? I had been debating all morning what to wear home. While I would’ve loved to have put on some short shorts and a tank top, if I was caught walking around campus, even just to the car, it could lead to disciplinary actions. Seeing how I’d already had enough warnings, sooner or later it wouldn’t be overlooked which could lead to some serious issues, even dismissal. Instead, I chose a short pleated skirt that didn’t come quite half way down to my knees. It was totally against the dress code as well, but it wouldn’t be as noticeable at first like the shorts would have been. Then I picked out a tight white cami. Without a bra my nipples showed through and there was even a hint of darkness where they pressed against the fabric so I put on a blouse over top until I got in the car. With that I was ready so I grabbed my bag and purse and hurried to my mom’s car. “Sort of pushing it today, aren’t you?” my mom teased after greeting me, “I thought you were on like your last warning notice or something from that last letter they sent us.” She was referring to the letter the school administration had sent my parents when I was warned yet again about my “inappropriate” attire. Really, at nineteen I was old enough that I didn’t need letters sent home to my parents but those were the rules. It was so stupid too. Yes, I knew the skirt was short but I honestly thought it was long enough to get by. Well, not according to the damn ruler. In any case, I just rolled my eyes at her and grinned and then we both laughed. As much as she tried to act as the “responsible parent” when it came to things like school dress codes, she’d learned years ago that I loved to dress slutty and even though I’d toned it down a LOT at college, there were still times I liked to see what I could get away with. We drove down the winding country roads, chatting about how things had been going at home for her and school for me. We talked most every day on the phone not to mention e-mail and chat so it wasn’t like we had all that much to catch up on. Finally there was a lull in out discussion and for a few minutes the car was silent as she negotiated the road. As I laid my head back and closed my eyes, I could feel that “itch” I always got when I was horny. Of course I’d masturbated this morning before class but in my rush to get out I’d skipped my usual after-class session and my pussy was reminding me in not too subtle ways. Almost without even thinking about it, I put my hand down between my legs and lifted my skirt up high enough to get my finger on my exposed clit. Instinctively my hips rose up just a bit as I drew in a sharp breath when my finger landed directly on my clit. “Been a while, eh?” my mom interrupted me, a slit chuckle to her voice. With my concentration broken I turned my head to look at her, keeping my hand between my legs. “You could say that,” I sighed. “So when was the last time you got laid?” she asked matter-of-factly, as if asking me when I had my last period. I explained to her that actually it hadn’t been THAT long, only about three weeks or so. In fact, it was pretty hot in that it was with my roomies married brother AND it was the first time she and her brother had done it as well. I’d told her about it not long afterwards, just as I have always told her about most everything I do. Still, three weeks is a long time to go without sex so no wonder I was horny as hell. “Well, I guess I can understand why you can’t wait to do that until we get home,” she nodded, “Go ahead, I’ll just listen to some music until you’re done.” It was great to have a mother like mine. Some mothers would have been horrified if their daughter started to masturbate in front of them period, let alone in the car next to them. Fortunately I’d been raised in an environment where masturbation was considered a natural human function no different than eating if you get what I mean. EVERYONE does it, or at least almost everyone, so why make a big deal out of it? If you feel the need, then do the deed my dad always says. Well, I definitely felt the need! We had made our way to the expressway by now but the way my mom drove, she was always in the right hand lane and almost never passed anyone. Thus with me in the passenger seat it was unlikely that anyone would see what I was doing so I pulled the skirt up more to be more comfortable. The coolness of the soft leather seat under my bare bottom felt so good! I leaned the seat back a bit and spread my legs enough to let my hand cup my crotch without being pinched between my thighs. “Oh yeah,” I sighed softly as my finger went to work on me. With my eyes shut I recalled how hot it had been to be fucked by my roomie’s brother. God, he had done me with his wife passed out in the bedroom right across the hall, not to mention in front of his younger sister. My clit was so sensitive and I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute as I thought about how it had been to watch him fuck Brenda the first time. Talk about HOT! I’d never seen a brother fucking his sister before and for it to be their first time as well was one of the most erotic sights I’d seen in ages - well maybe ever. My finger plunged into my pussy as I recalled how he’d cum in her and then let me eat his cum out of her pussy afterwards. Mmmmmmm, she tasted so good! “You know, if you’re going to moan so loud I can’t hear the radio, the least you could do is tell me what’s got you so worked up,” my mom complained playfully. Well, she asked for it! From then on, instead of just visualizing being with David and Brenda, I gave my mom a running dialog of how I wanted him to fuck me again, how good it felt to have his cum inside of me after not having been fucked for months. She got to hear how I loved being eaten by Brenda as her brother fucked me, how her tongue felt so good in my pussy - just as it always did when we would play in our dorm room together. At one point I opened my eyes enough to glance over at my mom. She must’ve been getting worked up listening to me as I saw she had slipped her hand inside her blouse and was massaging one of her boobs under her bra as she drove. It wasn’t anything so obvious anyone would’ve noticed as they passed by, but it was pretty erotic seeing my mom getting all horny because of me and what I was telling her. My pussy was soaking wet now and I knew she had to smell me as well. Mom seemed to have a nose for pussy, that was for sure. Back in high school I could never sneak in after a date having been fucked by my boyfriend without her knowing it, just by smelling me as I walked in the door and went by her. Then again, I guess the odds were in her favor as many a time when I came home from a date, I HAD just been fucked! Even if not, I was usually so worked up from sucking his cock or masturbating for him that I swear she could smell my pussy from across the room! “Oh mom, this feels so good,” I sighed in a voice husky with lust. God, talk about being horny! All I could think about right then was having a dick in me, ANY dick, just long as it was hard and a human male it would do. Two finger now in my pussy - I was imagining us stopping at a rest area we just passed, my mom pimping me out to the truck drivers as she took on a few of them herself. I was about to cum and I needed it SO badly I wanted to scream. “OH FUCK!” I cried out as it finally hit me. My orgasm flared and then exploded, drenching me in pleasure and making me feel almost on fire. I was so hot yet goose bumps broke out on my arms and legs, I could feel my nipples rubbing against the cami and it was like they had suddenly burst out of my chest, pushing out against the fabric in a vain attempt to be released. It just kept going on and on as I played with my crotch with both hands now, one working my clit, the other pushing fingers into my pussy. It was like nothing else existed, just me and my orgasm that just wouldn’t end, or at least it seemed that way. Of course, all good things must end and so it was with my orgasm. Gradually it wound down, more like a slow leak than turning off a spigot as I tried to catch my breath. My face felt beet red and I could only imagine how flushed I must have been about then. I just sat there, one hand cupping my hyper-sensitive crotch while the other held onto one of my boobs. “Damn girl, was it really THAT good?” my mom teased me, “Or were you just trying to get your poor old mom all worked up?” I turned my head and grinned at her, not trusting my voice yet. My mom’s face turned more serious and she stopped touching herself, leaving her blouse unbuttoned though. “You know Kelly, I’ve always enjoyed watching you masturbate,” she said softly, “You just seem to get so caught up in it. I mean, I love to do it too but I’ve never known anyone that gets into it as much as you do sometimes.” She paused and then her face broke into a sly grin, “Nor have I ever known anyone who DOES it as much as you do. Oh my god!” We both laughed at that last one. Indeed, when I was younger and had just started masturbating, I loved it so much I was doing it all the time it seemed, unable to get enough of this new sensation that it created in me. The only problem was I lacked the maturity to know that there were times it wasn’t quite appropriate and my mom would fuss at me to wait until later. It became a joke as I grew older, but I think she actually did get perturbed with me at times when I was younger for embarrassing her at times. When I got older and we talked about it I would remind her who it was that taught me to love it so much! “Well, you better shower first thing when we get back, you smell something fierce!” she warned me. Well, THAT was one remark that certainly didn’t surprise me. The rest of the trip was rather uneventful. More for her sake I left my skirt up and just toyed with myself absentmindedly the rest of the way. It was sort of like any other reflex people might have. Some people chew their nails, I play with my pussy. Works for me. Chapter 3: The Hotel Room My mom drove straight to the hotel since it was just off the interstate on the way back into town. Going home first would’ve been a long detour and I was already running late - mom’s not exactly a speeder like my dad so the trip took a lot longer than usual. Mom dropped me off at the hotel front entrance where I quickly checked in and took the elevator up to find my room. After the long drive, not to mention what I’d been doing during that drive, I needed to freshen up for the party so a speedy shower was definitely in order. Dropping my bags on one of the double beds, I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. When the water was hot enough I changed it from the faucet to the shower and the stinging flow of hot water suddenly striking me felt invigorating after sitting in a car all afternoon. Standing there under the steady stream of water, I closed my eyes and just let it hit me and flow down my naked body. I started soaping myself down and as I ran the bar of soap over my breasts my nipples started to harden from the attention. My hands caressed my breasts and squeezed them, lifting them up and then letting them slide through my wet fingers. I kept massaging them with my left hand as my right hand drifted down my wet stomach and I rubbed the bar of soap between my legs. I had just shaved that morning and the soap glided over my smooth bare pussy like an ice cube on a warm plate. Damn, I was still horny as hell! Oh well, why fight Mother Nature? As I rubbed the soap against my swelling clit, my middle finger reached down between my pussy lips and I pushed it up into me. With my eyes tightly shut I imagined someone breaking into my room now, pulling me from the shower and blindfolding me. Images of being fucked by a strange cock, unable to see him but feeling him violating me as he ever so slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper into me filled my head. I wanted him to stop by my pussy was crying out to be fucked until finally I stopped resisting and accepted his dick in me. When he had cum and I thought it was over, another dick pushed its way into me, only to be followed another and another as a stream of men made their way into the room, each fucking and cumming in me only to be replaced by another impatiently waiting his turn at me. I lost track of them as my body was repeatedly violated, yet at the same time I came time after time as my pussy overflowed with their combined cum. Between the actions of my two hands it wasn’t long before I was gasping for air as a huge orgasm swept over me. I cried out as my clit screamed like it was on fire, sending shivers through me despite the hot water that was cascading over me. Hopefully nobody was listening too close in the next room! I kept fingering my pussy as I dreamed of being fucked harder and harder while their cum would pour from my overflowing pussy like hot lava from a volcano. There was no room for more, each time a new dick entered me, it would push out the cum from before and then he would fill me again with his fresh load. Nobody said a word or touched me, just their cocks into my pussy and nothing else. As I masturbated hard again for the second time in almost as many hours, I started to feel lightheaded and for a moment I was actually concerned that I might faint so I rested against the shower wall, holding the handicap rail in it as my legs felt weak and my entire body just trembled uncontrollably. God it always felt soooooo good to cum! There was nothing like it in the world, no drug could possibly make me feel this good. Some people have told me I am addicted to sex, particularly to masturbating and I don’t disagree. But then, so what? It’s like the perfect drug, natural and always there and it doesn’t cost a dime. I scrubbed myself clean again and then after my shower I dried my hair and put on a little makeup, nothing too much which was actually normal for me as I’ve never been one for a lot of that stuff. Just as I finished the room phone rang - it was Audrey checking to see if I was coming so they could get started. Looking at the clock, I realized I still has a few minute before the official start time but they must have been anxious to get started. All I had left to quickly get dressed. I had it all picked out ahead of time - one of my shortest skirt and a blouse at least a size too small, together with a very skimpy white thong and heels. Something told me that nobody would mind that I’d left my bra at school. Looking in the mirror, I hoped I was dressed appropriately! Chapter 4: The Party Begins After taking the elevator up to the suite I learned I was the last of twelve girls to arrive, including the guest of honor - my sexy cousin Ginny. From the looks of things they’d already gone through a couple bottles of wine and Audrey welcomed me with my own glass, inviting me to catch up with them. While I accepted it to be polite, normally I don’t drink much alcohol because it tends to make me sleepy more than anything. In this case I didn’t think a glass or two would hurt since the last thing I was likely be doing was falling asleep! For the first hour or so we played a bunch of silly games. It was sort of like a baby shower but the rules and prizes certainly weren’t for a baby! Suffice to say they all revolved around drinking or sex or both. The primary objective of each one seemed to be to get Ginny more drunk and see how many ways she could wear a condom or play with a dildo! They were certainly meeting their goals as Ginny swigged down one glass of wine after another, like it was water. I’d seen her drink before but never this much and I couldn’t help but hope she didn’t pass out! With all the drinking and laughter I was amazed that nobody was complaining in the rooms next to us. As it turned out, someone must have been because suddenly there was a sharp knock at the door and a deep voice outside announced that they were from hotel security and for us to let them in. Everyone immediately quieted down as Audrey answered the door and in barged three guys wearing dark blue security uniforms. All three looked to be in their early twenties and their uniforms seemed a little tighter than usual but it was OK to me as they accentuated their hard bodies. Dang, these guys must spend half the day at the gym! One of them seemed to be in charge and he started scolding us for being so loud and obnoxious, saying the hotel had gotten several complaints about the noise from the other guests and that they were here to check us out to make sure everything was alright. I was wondering what he meant by “check us out” when the head guy asked, “Who’s the bride responsible for this mess?” It seemed a silly question as it should’ve been easy for them to identify her seeing how she was the only one wearing a tiara with a dozen or so condoms hanging from it! We all looked at Ginny and they followed our eyes to her where she was sitting, suddenly looking totally embarrassed. The three of them then moved over until they were standing in front of Ginny and then suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, they each ripped their shirts completely off in one quick motion. Audrey must have been waiting for this because she immediately cranked up the music again while the rest of us quickly moved our chairs to form a circle around them. We all watched as the three hunks stripped off one piece of clothing after another. When they were finally down to their G-strings, which by themselves left very little to the imagination, they started making the rounds, dancing with each girl for a brief time before moving on to the next. When one of them eventually came to me he grabbed my hand and pulled me up out of the chair. I couldn’t help but stare as he was all but naked and looked SO hot. He started rubbing up against me and running his hands up and down my back, even grabbing my ass and pulling me into him so his cock was pressing against me through the thin material that barely covered him. Needless to say I was certainly getting turned on as this was without a doubt the sexiest hunk of a man I’d ever been this close to! Sadly, he soon moved on but when I sat down I could feel the tingle in my pussy telling me it was getting excited yet again. As time went on the dances got sexier and more suggestive until finally Audrey stood up to announce it was time for the bride’s “special” lap dance. She said since there were three guys, two more girls needed to volunteer to join Ginny and she called on the group to vote who should go first. As the maid of honor, Audrey was an easy first choice and then to my shock and embarrassment they voted for me, apparently because I was the youngest one there. Oh well, it’s not like I am particularly shy so I accepted the challenge. The guys lined up three chairs and one guided Ginny to sit in the center one while Audrey and I were maneuvered to sit on the ones flanking her. At first it was a bit awkward as I sat there not being quite sure what to do next. As it turned out there nothing for me to worry about, these guys were professionals all the way and took charge! One guy got in front of each one of us and you could literally feel the tension in the air as everyone waited to see what was going to happen next. My guy was the same gorgeous hunk that had given me my first dance. Assuming he wasn’t wearing any padding inside that narrow G-string, he must’ve been hung like a horse - and he wasn’t even hard yet from what I could tell judging by the outline of his cock inside! OK, I CAN be shy at times and this was a little out of my comfort zone. My face must have been beet red because he bent down close to me and whispered in my ear, telling me not to worry and just to relax and have some fun. Then he took another look at me and asked in a more serious businesslike tone if I was eighteen. I assured him that I was after which he just smiled and winked at me. With the three of us now in place with a hunk assigned to each of us, the music started once again. My guy straddled my chair and moved in close to me. As the other girls cheered them on, I was treated to the sexiest and most erotic dance any man had ever given me. I’d seen lap dances before in movies but it was always a girl doing the dancing, never a guy giving one to a girl. He moved up and down, rubbing his crotch and body up against me. His hands roamed all over my body and I don’t think they ever came off of me once during the whole dance. He even fondled my boobs and at one point briefly reached in between my legs under my skirt to run his fingers up my crotch - over my thong of course but still I could feel the pressure of his finger on my clit. Then I heard a big cheer go up and looked over to see that my cousin and Audrey were evidently having sort of contest to see who was the more daring. The first cheer had come when Audrey pulled down her dancer’s G-string, allowing his now slightly-erect cock to swing freely in front of her face. He certainly hadn’t had any padding, that was for sure! It was a great looking dick. His crotch was a thick thatch of curly dark pubic hair at the base and above his cock but he was shaved around his balls which kept them from being hidden from sight. He was only starting to get hard but from the looks of things I figured him to be quite a mouthful when he was finally erect! Not one to be outdone by her best friend (I could relate to that), Ginny pulled off her guy’s G-string as well. His cock was almost a twin of his partner’s dick but also not hard yet so it simply flopped out and hung down like a limp sausage. Ginny leaned forward and raised the pot by taking his cock into her mouth and then quickly taking the entire thing in until her face was buried in his crotch. As flaccid as he was it wasn’t much of an effort but it still was hotter than hell watching her. Ginny was a bit of a tease and liked to dress a bit on the edge but I had NEVER seen her doing anything overtly sexual before so to see my cousin suddenly giving a complete stranger a blowjob was an incredible and almost unbelievable sight. It was a good thing I was watching it for myself as if someone had just told me I would have never believed them! Audrey smiled and quickly followed suit and next thing I knew they were both sucking cock like it was just the natural thing to do. I looked up and saw my guy looking down at me as he rubbed his still hidden cock up against my cheek. It was obvious he was looking for some of what his partners were getting so who was I to refuse? I reached up for his G-string, hooking a finger in the thin string on each side. The other girls started chanting my name, egging me on to join the other two. Even Audrey and Ginny were watching out of the corners of their eyes with their mouths full of cock, looking to see what I would do. Whether it was the wine or the excitement, or a bit of both, I figured what the heck, why not? It wasn’t that I didn’t know what to do as I’d been sucking cocks since I was fourteen and absolutely loved doing it, even having done it in public before. It was just that I’d never done it in front of an audience like this before, one which included my own cousin who until now I knew could be wild but not THIS wild! None of them had any idea how much experience I had sucking cock and so I found it sort of fun to pretend as though I didn’t know what I was doing. Taking a deep breath, I pulled his G-string down to his ankles and then he stepped out of it. Lo and behold, there was his massive cock right in front of my face. I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered my earlier question as to whether he was using padding or not. Well, let’s just say if anything he was even bigger than I’d hoped for. When I started to reach for it with my hand he pushed it away, warning me that no touching was allowed. Evidently my mouth didn’t count when it came to that rule! He stood and leaned forward enough for the head of his cock to just brush up against my check and then my lips. Taking the hint, I obediently opened my mouth wide and leaned forward myself to allow the head to move into my eager mouth. As soon as it disappeared past my lips another cheer went up in the room and I heard several girls yelling “Go Kelly!” as I sat still and he moved his hips to stroke his cock in and out of my mouth. It was like he was fucking my mouth and I could feel him growing, getting bigger with each stroke it seemed. As he got bigger it was getting harder and harder to take all of him in and he was just starting to strike the back of my throat when I felt a tap on my shoulder and realized that another girl wanted a turn. Reluctantly I dropped him from my mouth, got up and moved out of the way. The girl who took my seat certainly didn’t waste any time - she was sucking him before she even sat down! I looked over and felt a pang of jealousy as I saw that as the bride, Ginny was able to keep her spot without having to share. Well, she was obviously enjoying herself. Poor Audrey also had to give up her seat and the two of us grinned at each other as we both licked our lips seductively. It was one of the more erotic sights I’d seen as I watched the other girls as one by one they sucked the guys’ dicks. As for myself, I finally got one more shot, this time with one of the other guys. His cock was now rock hard after having so many women sucking on it and I was proud to be one of the few to be able to take him all the way in and down my throat. I think it was a big surprise to most of the girls there to see how good I was at deep throating. Well, if that shocked them then I could only imagine if they knew where I learned my technique! It would have been interesting to see their reaction if I were to tell them how many hours my mom and dad had spent, patiently teaching me how to take his stiff cock all the way in without gagging. My mom was still better than me - she made it look effortless, but I think overall I give just as good of head as she does. Actually not all of the girls there actually sucked cock. There were a couple who apparently either didn’t like to give blowjobs or were too embarrassed to do it in front of everyone but they certainly didn’t mind watching those of us that did! As for me, I certainly didn’t mind anyone watching, Although this was a new scenario for me, I’ve always enjoyed being watched during sex whether it’s just me masturbating or getting laid. Something about it just adds an element of naughtiness and eroticism knowing someone else is watching me and getting turned on wishing they had me instead. It was interesting to watch the other girls, though, and observe the variety of techniques. I was a little surprised to see that most of them seemed pretty amateurish, just opening their mouths and letting the guy fuck it with his cock. Maybe it was just the girls I hung around with but I would have figured that more of them would have been better at sucking dick. I had a couple of friends who refused to let a dick in their mouths but by far the rest of them at least tolerated it. A couple of them I could tell were more experienced and knew how to give a proper blowjob. Surprisingly, or maybe not so when I thought about it, Audrey and Ginny both seemed to be quite accomplished cock suckers and I couldn’t help but wonder where they’d been practicing. Neither of them had spoken of it before and I found myself gaining a new-found respect for my cousin. Something told me that we might have some interesting discussions the next time our families got together! If there was anyone I admired for their expertise it had to be the strippers. All three guys must have had a lot of experience doing this as I was witnessing one of the most incredible displays of male stamina I’d ever seen. Based on my experience to date with sucking guys, I marveled that they were able to keep going for so long with so many girls sucking them - all without cumming even once! I’ve had a wide range of experiences going from one extreme of your typical young teenager who cums in the first 30 seconds (or less) to the more experienced men who may hold out for fifteen to twenty minutes but I’d never had a guy who could hold out for more than that while I sucked his cock. Even guys who claimed they had never cum from a BJ without jerking off at the end succumbed to my mouth and I’ve yet to have a guy NOT get off from me sucking him when I was given the chance. These guys look like they would’ve been the ultimate challenge to my skills. This had been going on now for well over a half-hour and they STILL were rock hard without a drop of sperm emerging. Ginny had been working her guy over pretty good and every now and then the guys would trade places so it wasn’t like she had been sucking the same guy the entire time. Her mouth must have been getting pretty tired by now sucking cock for that long non-stop, especially considering how big they were! Little cocks were so much easier to suck and when you were done your mouth didn’t feel so tired from having to open wide to take him in. With these guys I imagined Ginny’s mouth and cheeks were going to feel like she had been in a dentist’s chair for half an hour straight! After my second go-around I sat down on the floor with my legs crossed under me which caused my skirt to ride up to my ass. God I was horny yet again! Without really thinking about it, I started to reach between my legs and then hesitated, suddenly remembering where I was and sheepishly pulled my hand away. Then I looked around then and saw I wasn’t the first to have the idea! The two girls who weren’t into sucking cock instead were rubbing their pussies and boobs as they watched the show. The rest were gathered around the guys, running their hands over their bodies and in a couple of cases, had undone their tops and blouses to free their breasts which they rubbed against the guys as well. Apparently the “hands-off” rule was now suspended.I decided to get a few feels of those spectacular bodies myself so I got back up and squeezed in. I gingerly put my hand on one guy’s bare ass which was moving back and forth as one of the girls was sucking his cock. God his ass was so tight and firm! Emboldened, I squeezed it and ran my hands all around it. My other hand was rubbing myself and I shuddered as my fingers ran over my excited clit. I let my fingers slide down the crack of his ass and felt his asshole under my fingertip. I pressed the tip of my finger in just a bit and he suddenly looked around to see what was going on. When he saw it was me he just smiled and winked at me and then turned back to the next girl who was taking her place for her turn at his cock. I’d NEVER put my finger up a guy’s asshole before and I felt incredibly naughty and dirty as I pushed it in as far as I could. He was started to move his ass again as the girl was going to town on his cock which helped me to establish a rhythm as I finger-fucked his ass. Audrey came up next to me and when she saw what I was doing she put her hands to her mouth in mock shock. She burst out laughing and started pointing me out to the other girls who all cheered me on. Finally I pulled my finger out and was a bit shocked when Audrey unexpectedly took my hand and sucked my finger like a popsicle. Ewwwww, now THAT grossed me out! Like, I had just had it up his asshole for God’s sake and now she as sucking it! Anal sex of any type has never been my strong suit but she seemed to be enjoying it. When she was done I smelled my finger and grimaced a bit as it smelled like crap. And to think she had put it in her mouth. Well, whatever turns you on I guess! I made a quick exit to the restroom to wash my finger before I got sick. When I returned I was just in time to see the guy being sucked by Ginny reach down and picked her up in his muscular arms. My eyes widened as he carried her off to the bedroom as Audrey explained to me that she had paid them to give her a more private and intimate lap dance. My first naive thought was, what could be more intimate than what we were already doing? Then I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Obviously this was going to more than just your typical lap dance! How much more though? Now THAT was the question. Chapter 5: My Cousin the Slutty Bride The last couple of girls were getting their turns now at the remaining two guys. You had to give the guys credit. How did they last so long without cumming? Suddenly we all heard a loud cry emanating from the bedroom. Audrey cracked the door open and peeked in. She turned with a huge grin on her face, gave a thumbs up and then motioned for everyone to hurry over. When we got there she opened the door wide and there in full view was my cousin, now totally nude, and riding the guy’s cock like a cowgirl. She was fucking him like there was no tomorrow - and there might NOT be a tomorrow either if her fiancé found out about this! Again, if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes I never would’ve believed it. My god, she was getting married tomorrow and her she was riding a stranger’s dick - and doing in front of almost a dozen witnesses! Was she crazy - What if her fiancé found out? This was a side to Ginny I’d never seen - a side for which there had never been even a hint in all the years I knew her. Then again, she probably would be just as shocked if she saw me riding my father so maybe it wasn’t as surprising that I didn’t know about this side of her. We all squeezed into the room and cheered her on. My cousin, who was sexy as hell but usually quite reserved, never even hesitated when she realized we were watching and if anything it seemed to spur her on to bounce on his cock even harder. She was literally bouncing up and down on his cock like she was on a trampoline, pounding down onto his crotch every time she dropped down. Meanwhile, the last girls had finished with the other guys and they all joined us in the bedroom. The guys were still naked and they started stroking themselves as they watched their friend being fucked by my naked cousin. For a moment my mind wandered and I wondered how they determined who got the bride at these things. Did they take turns? Some form of perverse form of seniority? In any case, they just got to jerk off while their partner fucked the bride. Suddenly the guy she was fucking lifted my cousin up and off of his cock. She immediately got to her knees and grabbed his cock in her mouth again. He jerked violently as he came, all of his cum spewing into her mouth without spilling a drop. By then the other two were finally ready and so they each took one side and squirted their cum all over their side of Ginny’s face and hair. When they had finished she dropped onto her back on the bed, exhausted and covered with cum. Ginny used her fingers to try and scoop as much of the cum into her mouth with her fingers and I smiled seeing the huge slutty grin on her face. Damn, her hair was going to be a mess. I can’t think of anything harder to wash out of my hair than a man’s cum. It seems to coagulate in the shower and I have to use a fine comb to literally drag it out of my hair one blob at a time. I guess in porn movies they never show the poor girl having to clean up afterwards so guys don’t realize the hassle they create for me when they won’t cum in my mouth like I wish they would. I wondered where she was getting her hair done in the morning? Maybe it was a common thing for brides to show up the morning of the wedding with cum in their hair - you think? Apparently when they came was like the finale at a fireworks show. It was the end of the male entertainment portion of the evening and as they quickly got dressed and left. We all went back out into the living room area of the suite where we talked excitedly about everything that had happened, especially how hot Ginny had looked getting fucked - with her wedding day approaching at that! Eventually Ginny came staggering back into the room, still nude but she had washed the cum off her face and was sporting a huge grin as if it as glued in place. I figured she was drunker than a skunk and I wondered if she would even remember what she’d done her when the alcohol finally was flushed from her brain. We all clapped and cheered for her and she blew us a kiss and curtsied. She then went back in the room to finish cleaning up and get dressed, leaving the rest of us to straighten up as well. When Ginny finally returned we gave her a standing ovation and she was still grinning like a fool, looking perhaps a little embarrassed now as if the reality of what she’d just done may have started to sink in. We sat around for a while longer, talking and telling stories about guys we had been with and such for another hour or so when Audrey announced that the party was over and we needed to let the bride get some sleep. I looked at my cousin with newfound respect and I couldn’t help but wondered what her fiancé would say at the rehearsal tomorrow if he knew how his new wife had spent the previous night! I said goodbye to everyone and returned to my room where I found Kristen lying in bed sound asleep. I bounced on the bed to wake her and she quickly rubbed the sleep from her eyes as I told her all about the party. When I go to the part of Ginny fucking the guy her eyes widened dramatically. “No way!” she exclaimed, looking at me like I was just making it all up, “Ginny would never do such a thing.” “Well believe it. I never knew our cousin could be such a slut!” “Really? ... she really fucked him?” I wanted to laugh at her disbelief. In all fairness, I had to admit that if I hadn’t witnessed it myself I never would’ve believed it either. Kristen pressed me for more details and as she listened I could see she was getting horny from the way her hand was pressing against her pussy through her jeans. I was getting horny again myself and before long were both laying on our respective beds, heads propped up and legs spread open as we masturbated to the thought of being fucked by a big-cock stripper. Kristen and I had been masturbating together since we were twelve and fourteen respectively and it was just natural for us to do it when got horny. We never touched each other but we had shared more than a few of our boyfriends together. I had a feeling this wedding was going to be more than I had anticipated! The End

Barbette's Gone Bad by Tweston She won the bet and now he had to eat her in front of them. Cherry looked up at the large sign over the bar and grinned for the hundredth time. It was so fitting that she almost laughed. Barbette's Gone Bad No, I mean she was REALLY bad! Not for the first time, she felt like the sign was describing her. She was laying on her back on the wet and cold surface of the bar, totally naked, and an older man was licking her pussy. The stimulation of his tongue and his fingers were made slightly more intense when knowing that there was at least a hundred people watching it all happen. Cherry felt terrified. And it was simply awesome! Her excitement was building and she knew she was about to cum in front of so many people. She closed her dark brown eyes for a few seconds so she could focus on her feelings. Then she opened them and looked at the sign again. She loved that sign. It was an epiphany, a revelation -- it seemed like it was a sign from heaven when it first came to her. And it said so much about the place and even about her that it was obvious the sign was more of a statement than a business name. And hanging underneath the sign was an original painting by one of the regular customers here, showing a very buxom woman in a very revealing tee shirt sporting a very teasing grin. Somehow the artist had captured the essence of her thoughts when she decided on that name for her new bar. It was perfect. But no one could have predicted what was happening on the bar beneath it. It began as a typical Saturday night. The bar was full of regular customers, with a few new ones sprinkled here and there. The noise level was higher than normal, but that was to be expected with the game that was on ESPN tonight. It wasn't just football. Tonight, it was much, much more than football. Tonight, it was East versus West. It was Conservative versus Liberal. It was Southern Charm versus California beauty. Tonight it was Tennessee versus UCLA! And it was the championship game! The game of the year! The energy in the place was absolutely sizzling. And the excitement only increased when she made one of her infamous bets. When she lost the bet, the winner stood her on the bar and made her strip. Now he was licking her from asshole to clit, and she was loving it. Tonight was the best in the nine years she had owned the bar. And she paused for a moment while he was licking her pussy to think back. * * * * * Cherry's mother told her something a long time ago that she never forgot. It was just before her first date, and she was sixteen and very excited. Most of her friends had already had sex by this time, and all of them were making out regularly with their boyfriends, but she had never even been on a date. So her Mom told her what she believed was the most important part of dating. Her words -- the most important part of dating! "Sex brings them here, but it is the hope of sex that brings them back again and again." Yes, her Mom believed in repeat business, and that is what Cherry had built her business on. Okay, she corrected herself, I didn't exactly build this business. Agreed. But I played a role in making it what it is today, and it is my pride and joy. You see, Cherry owned a bar. Cherry's bar is on the south side of Chicago, on the edge between the nice part of town and someplace you probably don't want to be. But it was hers. True, she won it in a bet. If you can believe it. She was a regular customer and the owner liked her. A lot! He was an older man and he loved the fact that she flashed a lot of cleavage at him. Well, maybe not a LOT of cleavage. Other women flashed a lot more cleavage, with some of them going so far that they would probably have been arrested if a cop showed up at the wrong time. No, Cherry didn't show a lot of cleavage. But she did show cleavage a lot of times. In fact, every time she showed up at the bar, she was wearing a "boob shirt" just for Jessee. And that is what she always told him. "Just for your eyes only, no one else gets these babies." Of course, even he didn't get those babies. Ever. But he clearly wanted to. So she would flash him cleavage every time she showed up, and that was most Friday nights and most Saturday nights and some Saturday afternoons during football season. In addition, she was there every Sunday. You see, Cherry LOVED football. She knew every pro team and almost every college team. She could quote stats as well as any guy in the room and usually better. She was addicted to football, and she loved the addiction. Besides, her TV at home was an old nineteen inch Motorola she had inherited from her mother when the woman died almost ten years ago. Yep, they were out celebrating Cherry's twentieth birthday on that fateful night. Her Mom said she wasn't feeling good and went to the bathroom, and she never came back. Screams and ambulances and flashing lights, and suddenly her mother was gone. Apparently, when a stroke combines with a heart attack, the experience can be fatal. Who knew, right? So Cherry lost her Mom, but she kept the apartment, a closet full of clothes that didn't fit, and a car that usually worked. Cherry and her mother didn't always get along, but she knew her Mom loved her daughter and was always doing her best for the girl. Her Dad had left them before she was born. She always thought about it as leaving "us" because she was only a month from being a handful and dear old Dad didn't want that handful. That's how her Mom always told it: "You were going to be a handful and he didn't want his hands full." So Cherry and her Mom faced the world alone. But she was never sure why they were alone. Seriously, her Mom was smoking hot with a beautiful face and a slim sexy body. She really looked hot! But she seldom dated and never brought a man home. Cherry tried hard to not get in the way of her mother's social life but her Mom always dismissed that discussion with a short wave of her hand. "Honey, you are more fun and more interesting and more rewarding than any man. A bad fuck is simply not worth the problems that come with it. I got lucky when I got you, but I don't want to press my luck." Okay, Mom wasn't exactly an optimist. But she was a good woman. She had a good heart and she worked hard at being a good mother. She never admitted it, but Cherry was convinced that her Mom bought the teenager the outfits she secretly wanted for herself. Yet she only bought plain and nearly unattractive clothes "fit for an older woman" for herself to wear. And she bought her daughter a new Dodge Challenger for her sixteenth birthday when she only had an old and barely functional Chevy. She would always say that Cherry would put them to better use than she could. But the truth was simple -- she wanted Cherry to have better opportunities than she did. So Cherry grew up on the south side of Chicago. Well, not quite, more like on the edge. Sort of between Bridgeport and McKinley Park. Bridgeport can be kind of tough at times, but she grew up with good neighbors and they always looked out for each other. She lived in the same five-story apartment building all her life and she was okay with that. Seriously, you get used to something and you need a good reason to make a change. Cherry had always hoped for a good reason, but he never showed up. So home was clearly home for her. But by the time she graduated from high school, Cherry had developed a second home. She had became involved in sports in school, and found that she could only go so far in volleyball because of her skills. Apparently, a girl needed skills PLUS height or she never went anywhere in volleyball. And at five feet six inches, she could bump or set the ball better than anyone else, but she was short, so she was limited and then she was gone. But not before she had became a sports fanatic. And football got most of her attention. So, naturally, she found herself hanging around with the guys. Her enjoyment of sports got their attention, and their enjoyment of her boobs kept them around. No sex because she had her Momma's wise words echoing in her mind. But she let them play around. Mostly because it got her free drinks and free food, but also because she really liked it. Seriously, sometimes you just want to have strong hands squeezing your boobs and twisting your nipples, right? Besides, Billy's Bar was no gourmet restaurant, but it served a lot of snacks and some really good finger food. And it was amazing how filling two large baskets of chili cheese fries could be. So some guy would get to grab and grope and Cherry would eat and drink for the evening. Seemed like a good deal to her. Too bad the guys didn't like to see her with someone else the next Saturday. Seriously, buy her the better Scotch or, absent that, more beers, and she was yours for the rest of the game. What's the problem with that? But apparently the guys had a struggle with it. But Jessee always stepped in. He protected her and kept her safe. In a very real sense, he was her knight in shining armor. When two guys would get into it over who she was supposed to be with, Jessee would step in with his Louisville Slugger signed by the entire Cubs baseball team, and the guys would immediately calm down no matter what the argument was. By the time Cherry was a legal adult and Jessee didn't have to sell the drinks to a guy and ignore it when the guy slid the glass over to her, by that time Jessee was giving the drinks directly to her and usually didn't ask for money. He never put the moves on her, which was sort of a disgusting idea anyway since he was almost sixty to her twenty-something, but it was still kind of nice. Jessee was the father she never knew. And she was, apparently, the daughter he never had. One night, there were more customers than usual, and the demands for service as Jessee tried hard to keep up with the orders were getting louder and more caustic. One very impatient customer was getting particularly abusive, so, in total frustration, Cherry stretched over the bar and poured two Bid Lights for the really rude jerk. She almost slammed them down on the bar next to her and held out her hand for the money. The guy got even more rude by obviously looking down the front of her blouse for about three long seconds and grinned at her, reaching down to playfully stroke her leg. Cherry was wearing what she always wore to the bar. Very tight and very short cutoffs, with a tight tee shirt covering maybe half of her C-Cup boobs. She loved feeling her tits bounce and jiggle when she walked, and she loved even more the stares she got as the guys watched them bounce and jiggle. Cherry was slim and trim and more than pretty. But her boobs were her best feature, and she enjoyed how everyone else enjoyed those features. And right now a very rude customer was looking down her top at the large amount of sexy cleavage showing, and enjoying those boobs more than he should have. "So, what do I get if I give you the money?" The noise around them got quiet as people listened for the answer, and Jessee slowly reach under the bar for his Slugger. Cherry looked up at the rude guest, a sweet smile on her face, and answered him. "You get to keep a dry shirt. Because it is about to have two beers dripping off it if you don't pay up." And she continued smiling sweetly at him. He stared at her for a few seconds and then mumbled something that rhymed with rich, slamming a twenty on the counter in front of her. Then he stomped off to the corner of the room with his two beers to join a woman with huge tits who dressed like a real slut. Cherry looked down at the twenty, and then slid it across the bar to where Jessee was standing. He shook his head, refusing the money, and grinned at her. "Keep it. A down payment on you coming to this side of the bar and doing that for the rest of the evening." He looked at her with a smile, a combination of challenge and question on his face. She looked at him for about two seconds and then grinned back at him, and handed out beers for the rest of the evening. Cherry dodged hands all evening, although some hands she didn't even try to dodge, and the tips just kept rolling in. Beers were ordered, boobs were grabbed, butt cheeks were squeezed, and Jessee had the most profitable evening on record. When he closed up that night and the two of them were counting the tips to split, he offered her a job. That night they entered into an unofficial partner relationship. Nothing in writing, but they discussed everything, planned everything, and ran the business as if they were partners. And now it is hers. Well, actually, things were a little more complicated than that. By this time, the small amount of life insurance on her Mom was exhausted and Cherry needed a real job. And working at Jessee's place was paying a lot more than she could make as a simple secretary. So, Billy's Bar became her second home, with Cherry spending about the same amount of time there as she did at her apartment. Then, one night more than a year later, Jessee dropped a bomb on her. He had decided to retire and was going to sell the bar. He was getting old and had hinted at retiring once or twice over the past few months, but that was totally different from making the announcement. She was stunned. But after discussing it for a few minutes, it became obvious that he had thought it through and made his decision. So they planned Jessee's final "last call." They advertised the Last Call for a couple of months, with some posters that Cherry had created on her computer taped all over the walls and the front windows. Plus, the posters implied a surprise that would make attendance worth it. She and Jessee hadn't really discussed any surprise so they just left it as a mystery. And for the last couple of weeks, customers were making all sorts of suggestions for the surprise. As a joke. she started writing the suggestions on a large poster and nailed it to the wall next to the bar. As the list got larger, and Cherry put up a second and then a third poster, they realized that this surprise thing was taking on a life of its own. They also realized it was good there were never any children in the bar, because most of the suggestions involved her removing articles of clothing she was wearing and giving them away. She finally asked Jessee about it the last night before Last Call. He chuckled for a few seconds, just grinning at her. "What?" Her face showed the confusion that was in her mind. Jessee laughed out loud for at least a minute, while she just sat there looking perplexed. "Honey, you have been flaunting it and teasing everyone with it for the last year. It just makes sense that the people will want to see it before we finally close down and it is beyond any possibility." And he chuckled some more, and Cherry was still looking confused, so he decided to be more direct. "Cherry, you are a beautiful woman with a beautiful body. You wear tight clothes that show off that body. And you often let people play with that body." He paused to grin at her embarrassment. She had thought that she had always been careful to not let him see when she allowed someone grab or caress her body, but apparently she was not careful enough. Jessee winked at her and continued. "Listen, if you said yes, I had no reason to stop it." And he continued to chuckle. "But with the tease comes the natural and predictable results -- they want to see what you have been teasing them with. And when you give open-ended hints about something that will make attendance worth it, they naturally hope and maybe even expect it will be your body." More chuckles, and then he continued. "Most of them don't believe you would do it, but they all certainly hope you will." And this comment jolted Cherry. "What do you mean, they don't think I would do it? I am no coward!" Jessee laughed for several seconds. Finally, he sobered a little and spoke seriously. "Cherry, it is not a matter of being a coward, or even of being brave. What they want you to do must be a result of what YOU WANT to do. If it is not your choice, then it becomes a matter of being a coward, of not having the courage to resist what others want you to do. You have been teasing customers for years because you wanted to tease them. And it must be your decision if you want to take this to the next level." Jessee sat back on his bar stool as if he had uttered great wisdom or something, and she thought about it for a minute. Could she do it? Could she take some of her clothes off just to give them one last thrill? And if it is to be one last thrill, should she take all of her clothes off? And what would they think of her if she did take off her clothes? Cherry had to stop the rush of questions running through her mind, each dragging powerful feelings along with it, so she looked over at Jessee for some indication of what she should do. She saw him grinning widely at her. "You won't. So you better think of something else that will satisfy them, or you may be facing a mutiny. But don't worry -- me and Slugger will be here." She looked closely at him and decided he was challenging her. "I might." She tried to sound confident but the uncertainty in her eyes was too obvious to both of them to be ignored. He laughed, but it was a kind laugh. "Bet?" Jessee's challenge seemed to trip something in Cherry and she sat up. "What is the bet?" He looked at her for several seconds before he answered. "I will eat you until you cum, right here on the bar." Cherry's jaw literally dropped at his words. In the years they had worked together, he had never suggested anything sexual, and then he comes up with this. But her shock passed more quickly than she expected, and she picked up on something. "That's not a bet, it is an offer." She grinned back at him. "What do you expect if you win?" As she thought about her question, she felt an anxious thrill pass through her. He didn't even hesitate. "The same, but in reverse. Right here on the bar." Well, there it was. If she won the bet, she had to take off her clothes in front of the customers, he would eat her to orgasm if front of them. And if she lost, she had to take off her clothes in front of everyone, she would have to give him head in front of them. Both her heart rate and breathing was affected as she thought about the bet. And the anxiety she felt was matched by the excitement that the idea brought. For a second, she felt like throwing up. Then, as she thought about it, she realized her nausea was a reaction to the most intense excitement she had ever felt. She felt her pussy almost gush warm fluids. And it shocked her to realize that the thought of Jessee eating her to orgasm in front of a hundred strangers turned her on more than anything else in her short life. Cherry was no virgin. Not for several years. And she had even flashed a few customers when circumstances seemed to call for it. And one night she had removed her tee shirt and served drinks topless for an entire quarter of the game because of a bet she had lost. But this would be a whole new level of excitement, and she wasn't sure what she thought of it. She realized she had been holding her breath and she started to breathe again. Jessee saw this and realized the idea of doing it excited her, and he grinned even wider at her excitement. Without thinking, she glanced down and saw a huge bulge behind his zipper. Suddenly, her mouth was watering and she was about to cum. She gasped, but didn't know what to say or do. "Shit. Jessee, this is not what I expected for your retirement party." She looked at him in honest surprise and saw him return her gaze with pure lust. "And this is what I could have only hoped for my retirement party." The two of them sat there, silently looking at each other, the father-figure and the daughter-figure staring at each other in lust. And then the moment was over. They dropped their eyes to the floor and then looked all over the bar -- every place but at each other. And then Cherry felt a rush of compassion come over her. She grinned at him, a sheepish expression in her eyes. "So, I get the feeling that this is not the first time you have thought about this." Her voice dwindled off with no real period at the end of the statement. Jessee said nothing for several seconds, and then spoke, strong feelings in his voice. "I have stretched you across this bar and eaten you to orgasm hundreds of times over the years." His eyes showed the truth of his simple words, and his face held an expression that Cherry could not describe, yet she instinctively understood it. She was taken by surprise at the honesty and the strength of his lust, and she didn't know what to do about it. Finally, she climbed off her bar stool and walked around for a few seconds while Jessee didn't move. Then she realized that she had walked in a small circle and she was now standing next to him. She hesitated, looking directly into his eyes. Then she slowly leaned forward and kissed him, very gently touching his lips with hers. Pulling back, she gazed deeply into his eyes and then a wide smile slowly took over her face. "Well, I guess that tomorrow night we find out who eats whom to orgasm." She hesitated for another second, and then left the bar without another word. The walk to her apartment was only two blocks, and she could feel her pussy oozing juices for the entire two block walk to her apartment. Stretched on her bed before falling asleep that night, she enjoyed her thoughts about the bet through two awesome orgasms. The next night, she walked through the door an hour earlier than usual. She told Jessee that it was because of the extra crowd they expected for his last night, but both of them knew it was really because she was too excited to stay home any longer. She had paced around her apartment for more than an hour and then took a second shower because she couldn't think of anything else to do to stall. Finally, she just gave up and walked the two blocks to the bar. As she entered the bar, she saw Jessee look up from a case of beer and give her a huge grin. She walked behind the bar to get her apron and to check the coolers for available room and the older man leaned close to her ear. "Listen, you don't have to do this if you don't want." He tried hard to keep the disappointment from his face but wasn't entirely successful. "Jessee, a bet is a bet." She grinned at him and looked down at his crotch, and she saw a huge bulge behind his zipper. For just a second, she regretted the bet, and then she looked at his erection again. It was huge and she felt herself getting wet at the thought of that thing in her mouth. She felt herself getting really wet. "Besides, we promised them a surprise for your Last Call." He grinned back at her and turned away for a second to put away the bottles in his hands. When he turned back she was certain the bulge was even bigger, and he made no effort to hide his erection from her. He smiled gently as he spoke. "But we haven't told anyone what the surprise was going to be." She looked him square in the eyes for several seconds, and then her words held the resolve showing in her eyes. "But you told me, and I will be really pissed at you if you backed out of the bet. Besides, you are going to lose big time!" They were silent for almost a second and then both of them burst out laughing. Jessee shook his head as he continued laughing. "No matter who wins, I win." And they both laughed again. It was Monday and the Monday Night Football game was going to be Jessee's last game as owner of the bar. Cherry couldn't see how closing the bar after more than thirty years could be a win, but she didn't argue with him. Besides, she kind of felt the same way. Being eaten to a crashing orgasm if her Tennessee Titans won the game would certainly be winning the greatest bet in her life, but getting to suck off that huge snake in his pants if his Tampa Bay Buccaneers won couldn't be seen as a loss. It was the most exciting bet of her life, and she was so turned on by it that she could barely think straight. She knew she was going to have to count her change twice or she knew she would lose a lot of money tonight. And she grinned at herself as she thought about it all, while the two of them stocked up for what they hoped would be the biggest crowd that Billy's Bar had ever seen. And they were not disappointed. The normal crowd for Monday Night Football at what was nothing more than a small neighborhood bar was about fifty customers. But by kickoff time, there was already more than a hundred in the room. The kickoff was welcomed with both cheers and regrets as the customers voiced their sorrow at the end of what most of them saw as a neighborhood tradition. The entire first half was a mixture of regrets and excitement, with the customers offering both congratulations on Jessee's retirement as well as suggestions on what should be done with the place after he was gone. So far, Jessee had told no one who was buying the place, or even if it had been sold yet. Cherry had asked several times and he only smiled, but never told her anything about the next phase of the bar. Clearly, it was worth a lot of money, since its location was excellent. But it was worth even more because the neighborhood had stood behind this neighborhood bar so solidly. Almost every business within blocks had been sold over the years, and some had been sold several times. But Billy's Bar was a landmark for the neighborhood, and its reputation brought people from miles around to enjoy the friendly and safe atmosphere. No matter the politics of Chicago and no matter the violence in the surrounding areas, Billy's Bar had always been a refuge that people enjoyed because it was safe, friendly, and fun. And now people were disappointed to see it go. "Don't know where I will go, Jessee. Nothing like this place for miles around." This mournful comment was heard dozens of times during the first half of the game, and many people, even Jessee, got a little misty-eyed as it was spoken. But still, the man said nothing about the next chapter in the history of Billy's Bar. During half time, the topic of conversation turned to the promised surprise after the game. No tears were shed over this because the customers kept offering their own suggestions about the surprise. The most common request, of course, was a strip show by Cherry, and each time it was suggested, there were many cheers and loud applause. But Jessee just looked at Cherry and grinned. When they refused to even hint at the entertainment, assuming it was entertainment, the room was always filled with groans and boos. The second most common guess was free beer. "If you close the place, you can't sell the alcohol, so you may as well give it away. Beer, whiskey, wine, give it all away." This suggestion always received a lot of noise as people cheered and applauded. But still no answer from the owner. And the suggestions got louder and more raunchy as the game moved into the last quarter. As luck would have it, the game was tied and the excitement increased. Several bets were made as to what they could expect when the game ended and Cherry just laughed at them all. It almost appeared that there was more excitement over the entertainment after the game than for the game itself. In the final minute of the game, the Bucs scored a touchdown but missed the point after, so they were ahead by only six points. Cherry felt herself get so wet she was concerned the white shorts she was wearing might be showing a wet spot, but a quick trip to the restroom revealed that nothing was visible. Her black lacy panties were soaked, but her shorts kept it secret. A screaming roar in the bar brought her rushing out to see what happened. Her Titans had taken the kickoff and run for a touchdown. Now it was a tie score with only ten seconds to play. And Tennessee lined up to kick the extra point with the entire bar silent. Cherry found herself holding her breath, knowing that her life would change in the next few seconds. She looked over at Jessee and she saw the most gentle and loving smile she had ever seen on his face. She returned his smile, and felt much stronger for it. And then the Titans center hiked the ball. It felt like the air was sucked out of the bar as every customer there inhaled. And then the kicker sent the ball though the uprights and the Titans won the game by a single point. Half the bar erupted in excitement while half the bar groaned in disappointment. Cherry almost laughed at the polar opposite responses. She reached for a glass and poured herself a double Crown Royal and downed it in one gulp. Standing next to her, Jessee laughed out loud. Then he put an arm around her shoulder and leaned in closely. "Last chance." This time it was Cherry who laughed. "You mean, YOUR last chance. You lost." And the two of them shared a deep and loving smile as their eyes locked for several seconds. "So, what it our surprise?" The question interrupted the quiet moment they shared, and Jessee had to laugh. And suddenly, the only sound in the bar came from the four televisions in the room. And then even the TV's went silent as people turned them off or down. All eyes were on the owner and his employee. Jessee looked around and was amazed that the bar was filled to over-crowding. If the Fire Marshal walked in, the bar would be cited for unsafe crowding. He looked around the room with tears in his eyes. "My friends, you have been promised a surprise that would make your presence here worthwhile. And I guarantee that you will be happy. But first, will someone lock the door and turn around the open sign? As of this moment, the bar is now closed. Everyone settle your tab. You have ten minutes." Cherry ran around the room collecting money and giving change and ringing up credit cards. In the requested time, the room went silent again and all eyes were on Jessee. And his eyes were wet, tears streaming down his cheeks. Several seconds of uncomfortable silence resulted in quite a number of eyes shedding tears, with Cherry's eyes being the wettest. "My friends, and most of you have been my friends for many years, you have made this the happiest retirement party I could have asked for. I bought this bar so long ago that I don't remember not being here. And you have made it a wonderful run. I am not sure what I will do each day at noon, because I have unlocked that front door each day at noon for longer than many of you have been alive. So I..." He stopped speaking for a few seconds to get control of himself. And then he smiled and went on. "Many of you have asked what will happen to Billy's Bar when I am gone." A number of comments interrupted him and he paused again. "Well, as of tonight, Billy's Bar no longer exists. I have sold the business and I have no idea what the new owner will do with it. The only thing I know is that it will not be Billy's Bar any longer. For all I know, it will become a discount shoe store." Lots of negative comments were shouted and Jessee just waited for silence. "So, would you like to ask the new owner what she will do with this dump?" For a few seconds there was silence, and then a babble of confusion erupted. Cherry looked at Jessee, confusion on her face as well. Jessee held up his hands for silence and the noise gradually died down. Jessee reached under the bar and withdrew a large manila envelope. He pulled out of that envelope an official-looking document of several pages and held it high over his head. "This is the official Bill Of Sale for the place. My attorney had it delivered this morning. As of midnight tonight, that would be just over thirty minutes from now, this place and all its assets belong to my friend and partner, Cheryl Monrow." Jesee turned to Cherry and handed the documents over to her. She stood there, confused, and took the documents as if she was a robot. Her mouth was open but nothing was coming out. Jessee chuckled at her surprise. "It's okay, Cherry. You can say something. It's all official. The place is yours." The entire room of almost a hundred fifty people stood there silently. "But I can't... But Jessee, what are you doing? I can't take your bar from you." Jessee laughed again, a warm and gentle laugh. "Honey, you aren't TAKING anything. You are BUYING it, and it is going to cost you plenty." His voice sounded almost harsh but his eyes were twinkling in humor. "The cost to you is one-half of your tips for tonight, which should be a shit-load of money if these people were as generous as they should have been, considering the entertainment still to come. Oh, plus free drinks any time I show up, assuming I ever show up here again." Cherry was shaking her head as if she was refusing the deal, but no words were coming out of her mouth. So Jessee turned to the crowd. "It seems that my deal has taken her by surprise. So, what about it, people? Do you want Cherry to be the next owner?" The words barely came out of his mouth before the room erupted into chaos. Clearly, everyone there felt Cherry should accept the offer and become the next bar owner. But her face still showed total surprise, maybe even astonishment. Jessee was still chuckling, and he took her in his arms, a huge fatherly hug being his typical response for so many things over the years. And Cherry finally got over her shock. "Jessee, you can't do this. I could never afford to buy this off you. It is worth far too much for me to afford on a waitress income." "Too late. The deal is already made. You owe me half of your tips from tonight plus free drinks for the rest of my life." His laugh was drowned out by the noise level in the room as everyone voiced their congratulations to the new owner. Cherry looked down at the documents in her hands and tried to say something, but Jessee interrupted. "Cherry, you have been a daughter to me for the last few years, and I could never do anything with this place unless it went to my family. So it is yours. I know this is a surprise, but please accept this as a father giving his life's work to his daughter." The two of them hugged tightly, tears streaming down the cheeks of both of them. Cheers and applause filled the room for at least a minute. And then Jessee pulled away and turned to everyone there, an entirely different smile on his face. The room took several seconds and then was silent again. "Now, for the entertainment that has been promised to you all. I know we have not told anyone what that will be, but..." He paused and looked at Cherry for a second. She wiped the tears from her eyes and then smiled bravely. "But Cherry and I made a bet. It was a bet that no father should ever make with his daughter, so I guess it is good that the two of us aren't related. First, is the door locked?" Someone confirmed that it was, and Jessee continued. "Well, the entertainment is the result of a bet between Cherry and me, and it is more than many of you have requested. So, I need to give you fair warning. If any of you are offended by nudity, you need to leave now." And the room exploded into screams and cheers as most of them, the men at least, expressed excitement over the long-anticipated strip show. Jessee waited for at least a minute but no one left. "Okay, let me explain. Many of you have suggested and even requested that the after-game entertainment be some version of Cherry taking off her clothes." The noise level was absolutely insane as the men and many women cheered. "Well, that is not going to happen." Jeers and boos filled the room. Jessee held up his hands for quiet but this time it took a full minute. "Cherry's team won, and the bet was NOT for her to strip if she won." Someone shouted out that Jessee better not strip and most of the people there laughed but then quickly fell silent. "No, the bet was that if Cherry won, I would eat her to orgasm right here on the bar while everyone watched." The noise level exploded at his words. It seemed apparent that the idea of Jessee eating her to orgasm was even better in the eyes of almost everyone there. Jessee looked at Cherry and smiled gently. "I guess, we are locked in. I don't think either of us would make it out alive if we tried to run for it." Cherry laughed at his words as she looked out over the crowd. She took a second to gulp, and it was so obvious that several of the nearest people laughed at her action. Jessee smiled encouragement and then slid the short step-stool over to her so she could climb onto the bar. Holding her hand, he helped her up and then she stood there for a few seconds looking down at him. Several people cleared glasses and mugs from the bar to make room for what was next. Cherry looked down at Jessee and called him up with her. "I am going to need you up here for this." He looked at her with a question in his eyes but she used her forefinger to give the universal signal of "Come Here." So Jessee climbed up onto to the bar and stood next to her. No one made a sound, so her next words could be heard by everyone there. "Strip me." Jessee's eyes went wide as dozens of people shouted encouragement. And Cherry watched as the older man's eyes began to burn with lust. He dropped to his knees and untied the laces of her sneakers, removing first one and then the other. He dropped them onto the floor behind the bar. Then he stood in front of her and slowly reached for the bottom hem of her tee shirt. Slowly, he lifted until her breasts were freed. He paused there for a few seconds to let them bounce and sway, and so the audience could shout and scream. And then he pulled her shirt up and over her head, finally dropping it behind the bar on her shoes. Cherry turned to face the crowd, her arms up and her boobs on full display for everyone. And the crowd continued the unbelievable noise level they achieved a few seconds earlier. Jessee just stood there, totally mesmerized by the tits he had fantasized about so often. In spite of all the noise, Cherry heard him speak quietly. "You are so beautiful!" His exclamation was so clearly honest that she almost cried, but her nervousness allowed her to avoid the tears. They exchanged smiles and then Jessee stepped forward again. He unbuckled her belt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor behind the bar, and then he grinned at her. In very exaggerated moves, he unsnapped her shorts. Then he unzipped her zipper. Then he reached around behind and pulled her shorts down a couple of inches, revealing the waistband of her lacy black panties. He grabbed her hips and turned her ass toward the room so everyone could see. The noise level went back up and Jessee went back to work. He pulled the front of her shorts open and then slid her shorts halfway down her ass, showing even more of her beautiful panties. As before, he rotated her so everyone could see his progress. Then he pulled her shorts down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. Now Cherry stood on the bar in only her tiny panties. They weren't quite a thong, but they were definitely tiny with very little lace covering her lady bits. Still on his knees, Jessee pressed his face into her panties and inhaled deeply. The crowd went wild again, and Jessee felt himself get so hard that his dick almost hurt. Jessee looked up into Cherry's eyes, seeking permission to continue. He could see that she was nervous, but he was proud of the look of courage and determination in her dark brown eyes. They shared a smile for only a second, and then Jessee slipped his thumbs into the elastic band of her panties. Slowly, inch by inch, he slid them over her ass and down her legs. He was thrilled to see that she was trimmed into a large triangle, but within that triangle she had let her hair grow. Cherry had agonized over the idea of shaving, but finally decided that she would only trim into a triangle. She never shaved, and she had decided to let the world see herself as she preferred. She had no regular boyfriend who requested she shave, and she actually liked her hair, enjoying how it felt when she ran her fingers through the curls as they searched for her lips. She glanced quickly at Jessee. "I decided if they don't like it, they can look away." Her quiet words were meant for Jessee, and he realized that she wasn't concerned at all about the crowd. So he grinned widely to reassure her. "But I absolutely love it! This is going to be even better than I had hoped." And he pressed his face into her fur, nuzzling her muff with his nose and lips. And the crowd went wild again. As Jessee pulled back, he could see her juices trickling down her inner thighs and he knew how much this was turning her on. He wasn't sure if it was the crowd, or if it was the two of them finally getting together after all these years, but she was clearly turned on the expected experience. And then he stood in front of Cherry. "It sounds like you are a hit." She smiled, attempting to hide a small amount of embarrassment. Jessee held out his hand to help her down onto the bar. She slowly lowered herself, maintaining eye contact. She lay flat for a second, and then pulled up her knees. Another second, and she slowly spread her knees wide. Looking directly into his eyes, she extended her forefinger again, calling him down with her. And he lowered himself to kneel between her legs. He saw her lips, almost hidden by the beautiful bush, showing a very wet pink slit between the puffy lips that were already swollen with desire. He smiled to himself and looked up at her. "For my eyes only." And the two of them shared their private joke, which had been spoken between them so many times before. The room had gone silent, watching the drama between the performing couple, so it was obvious to everyone when Jessee leaned forward and moaned his pleasure. Jessee didn't try anything fancy, not worrying at all about technique. As wet as she was, he knew he could make her cum quickly. But he wanted to enjoy this and make it last. He hoped that was what she wanted, but he knew that was what he wanted. So he took his time, alternating between licking her lips and licking her clit. But each time he would move his tongue to her clit, he would miss the juices that just seemed to pour out of her pussy. He couldn't lick quickly enough to get everything, and when he pushed his tongue inside, it would release a flood onto the bar. Too soon, he could feel her tense up and knew she was close. He looked up at her face and saw her eyes closed and her mouth open as she made an amazing variety of sounds. Jessee loved hearing the noises she made, and he loved licking up the juices she offered. But mostly, he loved that he was bringing her so much pleasure. And since he knew she was close, he tried something. He thrust two fingers inside and curled them just a little. And he jammed them in and out as rapidly as he could. Cherry screamed out and ejaculated all over him. She soaked his face and his chest and his arm, as she squirted two streams and dribbled a lot more. A large puddle collected on the bar below her ass, plus more where her two squirts splashed all over him and the bar under him. And the crowd went absolutely wild. The people had grown quiet as they sensed she was getting near her orgasm. But when she finally squirted, the noise level went impossibly high. Screams and cheers and shouts were so loud that it was all noise. And the noise lasted for almost a minute. During that minute, Cherry shook and shuddered and made very loud noises that were incredibly satisfying to him and, he hoped, to her. After all these years of loving her and lusting after her, he wanted this experience of hers to be something she would remember the rest of her life. And on a whim, he crawled up to lay next to her and held her. She snuggled into him and he felt several more aftershocks as she rested in his arms. And as they lay there holding each other, she traced her fingers over his wet shirt. "Jessee, that was simply incredible. That was the most awesome orgasm of my life. I have never squirted before. This was my first time squirting." She paused and propped herself up on one elbow so she could look into his eyes. "Oh, Jessee, that was unbelievable. I am so glad I squirted for my first time with you. And I am sure that I will never squirt for anyone else." He was amazed to see her crying, the tears leaking out between the eyelashes that were pressed tightly together as if she wanted to keep from crying in front of the crowd. And then she looked at him with such longing in her eyes that he choked up and couldn't speak for a moment. And then the crowd made its presence known. A number of them called out an appreciation for the show, but for the most part they kept their distance from the couple that was almost clinging to each other on the bar. A few customers left as if the show was now over, but at least a hundred seemed uncertain what to do, so they just hung around. After a few minutes, Jessee started to sit up, but Cherry stopped him. "Nope. No, you don't. I am not finished with you yet." And she attacked his belt buckle with determination. As she pulled his belt off, he tried to stop her. "Cherry, this part of the bet was only if you lost. You won, so you don't have to do this." She stopped working on the snap to his jeans and looked at him. "You just gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. If you know anything about women, you know that the more intense their orgasm, the more they want more. Now, are you going to shut up, or do I have to ask for help from the audience?" She kissed him to keep him from answering and she unzipped his pants. Totally ignoring the audience, she reached into his pants to wrestle with the huge cock she wanted so badly. Finding it too big and too hard to get out through his zipper, she used both hands and pushed his pants down a few inches. This allowed his dick to rear its head and she almost gasped. Jessee's cock was the largest and thickest she had ever seen, and she redoubled her efforts to free it from its denim prison. Another few seconds and she was holding it in both hands, with another four or five inches extending beyond her hands. "Oh, Jessee, why have you been hiding this from me?" Her words sounded like a rebuke but there was nothing but lust on her face. She stroked it a few times and then lowered her head. Licking it up and down like a Popsicle, she took quite some seconds to worship it properly. She worked the wide head and the first few inches of his dick into her mouth but couldn't handle any more than that. Moving her head up and down, she enjoyed his moans for several minutes. She added some stroking with her hands to the bobbing motion of her head and heard his moans get louder. And then she got on her knees, her legs spread wider than his and looked down at his huge cock, desire in her eyes. And suddenly, the lovers realized they still had an audience. She looked deeply into his eyes and paused for several seconds, and then finally gulped in cartoon fashion. "I want you inside me. I have never done anything like this in public, and I am not really sure if we should do this right now, but I really want this monster cock inside my pussy. Will you make love to me, right here in front of everyone?" She paused, her warm and loving gaze asking his permission along with her words, and Jessee slowly nodded. He looked around at the huge crowd in the room, and then his attention was captured by Cherry's actions. She firmly grabbed his dick, holding it straight up, and then she lowered her pussy onto his pole. At first, he just felt her curly hairs tickling the head of his dick as she stroked her wet lips with it. And then the most wonderful warmth surrounded his cock as she lowered herself further. Warm, wet, tight, she worked several inches of his pole into her pussy. And he had never felt such wonderful sensations engulf his cock. He groaned loudly, filling the silence that had settled over the bar. He felt her pull up several inches to give her tight pussy the chance to stretch and then relax, and then she lowered herself back down on him. It took several attempts, but finally he felt his cock bump firmly into her cervix. He looked down and saw an additional two inches still outside her puffy lips, and grinned at her. "I think that is about all she can take. Your aren't disappointed, are you?" Cherry seemed concerned and Jessee had to resist laughing at her frown. "Sweet lady, this is the greatest experience of my life. It is simply not possible for me to be disappointed." She looked deeply into his eyes for several seconds, and then lowered her face to his. They kissed for several seconds, a warm and loving kiss that morphed into a deep and passionate kiss. Their lips caressed and their tongues danced and their hearts bonded in a way they had never yet experienced. Without releasing his lips, she slowly raised herself from his groin. He moaned, expressing disappointment almost as if he feared that she was getting off. And then he screamed in surprise and pleasure as she dropped full force on his cock, driving it as deeply into her cunt as possible. She moaned in sheer pleasure, adding her sounds to his. And the crowd seemed to moan with her as if sharing her pleasure. Lifting herself up and almost off him, she paused with just the thick head inside her tunnel. And then she dropped herself on him again. After pausing another few seconds, she settled into a gentle sequence of pulling almost off him and then lowering herself down onto him. They made love like this for several minutes, almost unaware of their audience. They gazed lovingly into each other's eyes and kissed every few strokes. And the two of them made love for quite some minutes. Finally, she sensed he was nearing his release and she felt her own orgasm approaching. So, she sped up the pattern, but it wasn't enough for him. Without any warning, Jessee grabbed her ass and rotated, getting on top of her. He had almost rolled them off the bar so he adjusted their position to be a little more secure. Then he kissed her. Pulling back, he smiled into her eyes. "Ready?" His question was answered by the quick grin on her face. And he shoved into her. Hard. And again and again. Jessee became a jackhammer as he rammed his hard cock into her pussy. As he pushed them closer and closer, he was firmly bumping into the end of her tunnel. He didn't want to hurt her so he adjusted slightly to stop banging against her cervix. But she made up for it by raising her hips to meet his thrusts, forcing him deeper and harder. They fucked hard and fast for another minute like this, and then they shouted in mutual release. He shot stream after stream of hot jizz deep into her pussy, and she screamed as she felt him ejaculating. This drove her into a harder orgasm and her vaginal muscles squeezed and massaged his cock. She screamed as she arched her back, but he kept driving his cock deep into her, filling her with so much cum that it almost splashed out of her pussy and onto the bar. And still he banged away. For a full minute he drove into her, and then her muscles relaxed a little so they weren't grabbing him so tightly. Jessee slowed his thrusts until he was gently stroking her with his softening cock. And then he relaxed, holding himself up on his elbows to keep from crushing her. But she wrapped her arms around him so tightly that he allowed himself to rest his weight on her. And she still clung to him, his cock only somewhat firm as it oozed the last few drops of cum into her waiting pussy. Finally, they lay still with her still clinging to him. After several seconds like this, he pulled back just enough to look at her face and he was surprised to see tears streaming from her tightly shut eyes. Still joined at the hips, he moaned quietly, and then gently kissed her. And suddenly, more than a hundred people inside the bar moaned with them. Cherry's eyes opened wide and she smiled up at him. "I can't believe what we just did." And her smile morphed into a grin. And it was so awesome." He started to say something but she interrupted before he could make a sound. "Thank you, Jessee, for the experience of a lifetime. I will never forget this, and I am certain I could never top this." And she gently and lovingly kissed him. * * * * * Cherry smiled to herself as she remembered that night. The first time she and Jessee made love, and it was the first public experience for both of them. And her thoughts returned from the past just to realize that she was living the past all over again. Would this time be even better? And she looked around at the bar full of customers, as the lucky customer licked her pussy from ass to clit. And Cherry groaned her pleasure as the the crowd roared its approval.

Boxie and the Car Salesman by American Cowboy My friend Pattie had been teaching me to drive. While I wasn't an expert, I had gotten to the point where I was at least comfortable behind the wheel. I'm sixteen years old, so I don't have my license yet. And besides, my parents were not getting me a car until my grades improved. But I wanted to be ready for when that day finally arrived. In the meantime, after I had shown some improvement in my driving lessons with Pattie, I came upon an idea for a little fun. You see, there was this guy who worked part time at the local dealership not too far from my home. I did some research and discovered that he had just graduated from my high school, like last year! His name was Bradley, he was tall with sandy brown hair. On Saturday, I decided I was going to introduce myself. It couldn't hurt to get to know him better, for when I was ready to actually purchase a car. Pattie dropped me off in front of the dealership that morning, but first had to give me a warning, or something. "This isn't one of you crazy games, Boxie, is it?" she looked sternly at me. "What do you mean?" I asked, acting all innocent. My friend huffed a sigh and said, "You're going to get in trouble one of these days. I don't want to find out you lost all your clothes!" "No," I giggled and blushed. "I'm not going to get, you know, all the way naked…" With that, I hopped out of the car and bounced toward the building of the dealership, before Pattie could talk me out of my plan. At the doors, I looked over my shoulder and waited to see my friend finally drive off. Now I was ready to start car browsing, and browsing for a certain young man! I had worn a little plaid skirt today, and a black top that was tight enough to reveal my busty chest. Also, I had on black shoes, open-toed, with a heel. They weren't that comfortable for walking, but then, I didn't plan on doing too much walking. Checking my reflection in the glass, I touched up my long black hair that cascaded down my shoulders. I had done the ends in cute ringlets this morning. When I entered the dealership, I felt a little chilly, as if they had the air-conditioning turned up. I rubbed my arms, although it was my legs that were mostly bare and exposed. Then, turning my head, I caught sight of Bradley working behind a desk. At first, I was going to walk right over to him, but instead I decided to play it cool. My heels clicked over the smooth polished floor. All around the showroom were a variety of vehicle models. None really captured my interest. But I pretended to evaluate them as I casually strolled around the cars. Finally, I spotted an adorable blue convertible, which seemed suitable for what I had planned. "Oooh!" I let out a passionate squeal of delight, loud enough for Bradley to hear me. He looked up from his computer, and watched me run my hand along the undulating curve of the car. I heard his chair scrape across the floor, and soon he was up and walking toward me. "That's a nice one," the young man said as he moved in close. "Can I help you, Miss?" I did not immediately answer. My heart was suddenly beating faster under my shirt. This eighteen or nineteen-year-old guy was hot! He started again, this time with an introduction. "My name is…" "Bradley," I finished for him. The young man seemed surprised I knew him, but then I pointed to he name tag on the left breast of his shirt. I put my finger to the plastic card and pressed it with a playful giggle. "I'm Rebecca," I told him. "But you can call me Boxie." Bradley smiled, "Nice to meet you. Now I see you were checking out our brand new model…" That wasn't all I was checking out! My eyes were drawn to the crotch of his khaki pants, as he rambled on about features and details about the car. "Would you like to take her for a test drive?" the young man asked. "Would I?" I gasped excitedly. Bradley looked me up and down and asked, "Is this your first? Your first car, I mean." I lowered my head and blushed, wondering if he knew that I was still a virgin. Bending one knee forward a little, I fidgeted with the hem of my plaid skirt. It surprised me that he would let me get behind the wheel. "Yes," I finally said, "this will be my first car." He nodded his head and told me he just had to go get the keys. I turned, and started to walk around the car while running my hand along the back of the convertible. Just as I was about to climb into the driver side, Bradley stopped and called out to me. "Boxie, no!" his voice carried across the showroom. "That car is only for display. We have the same model out in the lot. Meet me outside." Looking around, I saw there were a couple of other people who had entered the dealership, and I noticed some of the other salesmen. They were older than Bradley. My face blushed, embarrassed that I was making a scene already. I didn't know how these things worked! As I shuffled over the polished floor, I thought I heard some remarks. "Is she old enough to drive?" "Where are her parents?" I kept my head down and found the exit. The fresh air felt good once I stood outdoors again. Folding my arms, I waited on the curb, where Pattie had dropped me off just a little while ago. After a few minutes passed, a cherry red convertible came pulling around the corner. I saw Bradley behind the wheel, with his sandy brown hair and he was wearing sunglasses. He rolled up to where I was standing, inches next to me. The car was very quiet; I almost thought he had turned off the ignition. "We didn't have a blue one in the lot," the young man explained. "But if you decide to purchase, we can have the one in the showroom ordered for you." My eyes followed the sleek contours of the automobile. It was so shiny and new! I found that I suddenly thought the cherry red was appropriate, and I couldn't decide which I liked better. Bradley opened the driver side door and stepped out, leaving the door open. He walked around to stand in front of me. "Ready to give it a spin?" he asked. Once more, I found myself staring at his crotch, and answered, "Sure!" My heart was racing. Excited, I giggled, and then hurried around the back of the car. I slipped inside and shut the door. The leather upholstery was light brown and felt nice on my bare legs. Immediately my hand went to adjust the rearview mirror, and I checked out my reflection. Then I self-consciously dropped my hands to my chest, almost squeezing my boobies beneath the shirt. Across from me, Bradley slid into the passenger seat. His gaze swept over my profile, making me realize that my skirt was very short when sitting. My thighs, knees, and lower legs were fully exposed. Again I lifted my hands, teasing my hair and checking myself in the mirror at the same time. "You look fine," Bradley assured me. Oh my God! I thought to myself, but answered, "Um… OK, I'm like, just a little nervous." Another giggle followed, along with the young man saying that he understood. He told me to take my time. I tried to collect my thoughts, remembering everything my friend Pattie had taught me. My hand dropped to the gearshift between Bradley and me. I tossed my head back to look over my shoulder. It was all clear behind me. My foot found the break and slowly depressed the pedal. Then I shifted the gear into reverse. Easing up my foot, I slowly rolled the car backward. This was fun! And then I had an idea. Applying the break again, I shifted into drive, and then switched my foot to the gas pedal. Slowly I moved forward, easing our way past the front of the dealership. I now had to turn the wheel so I could maneuver toward the exit from the lot. The steering handled very smoothly. This was much nicer than Pattie's car. Fully concentrating, I approached the side of the road. Looked both ways, waiting for a few cars to pass. When it was clear, I turned the car onto the pavement and started to drive down the street. I almost didn't feel a thing, as if I was floating on air. Like, what a sweet ride! After a moment, I checked for other cars around me, before finding the right turn signal. Slowly, I eased the car onto the shoulder off the side of the road. We were maybe two blocks from the dealership. "Bradley," I turned to the young man. "These shoes are not comfortable to drive in. Can I, you know…" He looked at me a little confused. "You want to take off your shoes?" "Thanks!" I giggled. Putting the car in park, I left the engine running. I then leaned forward and reached down with my arms so that I could unbuckle the straps on my shoes. This was easy to do, since I had not put on my seatbelt. Once I had them slipped off, I wiggled my toes on the floor mats. Picking up the shoes, I handed them to Bradley. "Could you place these in the back seat, please?" I asked shyly. The young man took my shiny black shoes, a little unsure. But then he stretched his arm over the seat, and plopped them in the back. I had just taken off something I was wearing, and right in front of him! It's kind of hard to explain, but I found the idea thrilling. In a way, as innocent as this was, I had just stripped. My legs were bare all the way down to my toes. So now I put my hand on the shifter and faced forward again. Bringing my toes to the brake pedal, I put the car back in drive, and rolled onto the main road. Suddenly, I looked across at Bradley and blushed. "Ooops!" I giggled. "Forgot to use my signal." Boxie and the Car Salesman - Part 2 "It's OK," he said calmly. I wish he could be my driving instructor! Grinning, I said, "I'm a bad girl…" The young man only pointed, and told me to keep my eyes on the road. It seemed my playful teasing was not getting a reaction. Well, not yet anyway. "Hey, um, is there a more private road I could try?" I asked after another minute. "One with, like, less cars. These cars are making me nervous." "I don't know," Bradley replied. "We shouldn't get too far from the dealership. What are you thinking, a drive through a residential neighborhood?" I continued to drive barefoot and said, "Mmmm, maybe. How about a quiet side street?" The young salesman thought for a moment. "Back the other way, before you get to the dealership, there is a stretch of road going north. Mostly trees on either side, and an equestrian park I think." "Sounds good!" I giggled and bounced in the drivers seat. Spotting a gas station up ahead, I prepared to make the turn so I could start heading back the other way. "Do you think we need to fill up?" I asked casually. "Look at the gauge, Boxie" he pointed to the LCD. "You're fine. And we are not going to be driving that far, are we?" Excitedly, I shook my head, although I had other ideas. And for some reason, I found the thought of a nozzle going into the hole of the gas tank, very arousing. But it seemed we would not be making any stops. Just as well. We pulled into the station where I turned around, driving back onto the street toward the car dealership. Going down the road, the wind whipped back my long black hair. I wasn't speeding at all, so it was a nice breeze. Oooh, and he said my name! That made me feel warm and fuzzy all over. We passed the sales lot on the other side of the road, and I can tell Bradley was unsure about being away for so long. But he was with a potential customer, I told myself. Seeing the sign for another street up ahead, I pointed. "Turn here?" Bradley looked behind us, then forward again. "Uh, yeah…" This time, I remembered to flip the right blinker signal and slowed to a near stop. I checked that the way was clear and then turned onto this road. Just as the young man said, there were trees towering on either side. No houses or shops. It was a two-lane street, allowing for cars to come in the opposite direction. Right now, no one was behind us or in front of us. "This is much better," I sighed. "Now I can relax." The salesman decided now would be a good time to review some of the features of the convertible, as I continued to drive. "And the handling is very, very stable," he explained. Lifting my fingers slightly off the wheel, the car did not even swerve an inch. "Hey, you're right!" "Now, Boxie," the young man admonished me. "Just because you can cruise without effort, does not mean you should take your hands off the wheel. What if something jumped out in front of the car? Or, I don't know, if there was some obstacle suddenly in the road…" This was giving me an idea. We were only doing about thirty miles per hour. Surely not fast enough to get into trouble. The road looked to run straight for a while, no bends or turns. I lowered my hands to my lap. Nervously, my heart beating faster, I began to lift up my shirt. Shifting my eyes, I glanced at Bradley to see that he was staring straight ahead, watching the road for me. Good. Then, quick as a flash, I pulled the shirt up my busty body… while I was still driving! Once over my head, I let go, letting the wind take the material from my fingers. "Oh my God!" I squealed, quickly dropping my hands to the steering wheel. "Boxie… what happened?" Bradley turned his head in shock, one arm reaching out to grip the dashboard tightly. "The wind, like, just whipped my shirt off," I answered with innocent wide eyes. "I guess I'm not used to driving with the top… down" I looked down at my bare tummy, and felt my heart flutter. I was sitting here in my bra! Oh God, I was getting excited. Bradley and I both turned our heads, to see the distant speck of my black shirt tumbling across the road. "Do you want to turn around and go get it?" he asked. "No!" I answered quickly, continuing to drive further. "I mean, by the time we reach where we think it is… we'll never find it." Bradley let his gaze linger on my shapely leg and said, "Boxie, slow down." I looked down myself, and saw that my bare toes had depressed the accelerator considerably, bringing us up to fifty miles per hour. With a giggle, I replied, "Sorry, I just had a rush of adrenaline. I mean… wow!" "Seems this car turns you on," the young salesman remarked. "Mmmm-hmmm!" My whole body was tingling over the possibilities. With one hand on the wheel, I lowered my other hand to trace a finger around my bellybutton. After another minute of driving, I noticed we still had quite a bit of road before us. Even though there was no traffic behind us, I signaled my right blinker as I pulled off to the side of the road. Reaching for the gearshift, I put the car in park, and then turned off the ignition. Sliding over on my side, I faced Bradley. He was so cute! I wondered if he liked my bra. Or if he wanted to see my boobies. "Um, I think now would be a good time to check out the trunk," I said. "How do you… open it up?" The young man leaned forward and inadvertently placed a hand on my bare thigh. I think I gasped at his touch. A thrill sent a shiver through my body. "Over down there," he pointed across my lap. "There is a latch, it will pop open the trunk." "OK, thanks," I said a little breathlessly. As I reached down, my tits almost spilled out of my bra. But I pulled the release mechanism and heard the trunk of the sporty convertible open. I sat back and unlocked the doors, pushing open the driver's side. "Boxie…" the young man started to say. I twisted around and swung my leg out the door. Bare feet found the ground. Adjusting my bra, I flipped my long black hair back and got out of the car. Very carefully, I straightened my skirt. So that when I shut the door behind me… I made certain some of the plaid material was caught inside! As I took a step toward the rear of the vehicle, at the same time I unfastened the button on my skirt. I didn't think Bradley could notice because he was still inside the car. Stumbling forward a bit, I let the skirt fall off… I stood in the middle of the road, in just my bra and panties! "Oh my God!" I gasped, truly embarrassed now that I had done it, bringing my hands to my mouth. I looked at Bradley, and he looked at me. Instinctively, my arms moved to cover up, shielding my exposed skin. I wasn't even wearing shoes and socks! It was just me in my underwear, on the side of the road, in front of this hot nineteen-year-old guy. Blushing, I lowered my eyes to see the skirt hanging from the door. Hesitantly, I took another step to move behind the convertible. Oh God, another car could come driving by at any moment! "Uh, Boxie?" Bradley seemed a little stunned himself. He crawled across the driver seat and pushed open the door, grabbing my little plaid skirt. This, he then held out, almost as if he wanted me to come forward and get it. Suddenly, I felt outrageously horny seeing the young man holding my clothes like that. I reached my hands behind my back and secretly unclasped my bra. Then, standing on my tiptoes, I walked backward until I could sidestep behind the car and out of view. Pulling my arms forward again, I lifted the hatch of the trunk all the way up and called out, "Oh… this is nice! Very spacious. Lots of room for shoes and stuff." I giggled at the thought of going clothes shopping, even as I stood here wearing so little. Bending over, I was able to lean into the trunk so I could wipe my hand over the neat and clean interior. As my bottom stuck out behind me, I lifted one leg and wiggled my toes. The hatch of the trunk began to slowly lower of its own accord. It did not appear that it would shut completely. But just ease down enough to come to rest on my back. I looked and started to move out of the way. In the effort of standing straight, the unclasped hook of my bra snagged on the metal latch inside the trunk lid. Maybe there was a magnet or something. When I stepped back away from the car, the straps of my bra slid off my shoulders. And then off my arms, the clasp remained stuck on the metal latch. My boobies bounced free causing me to lift my hands to hide my pink nipples and areolas. In frustration, I reached out and slammed the trunk shut. With my bra inside! "Oh no!" I squealed. "What's the matter?" Bradley called out, from the front seat of the car. I slung one arm across my now very bare breasts. Lowering my other arm, I tugged the front of my panties up, making sure I wasn't showing any pubic hair. In this way, I shuffled around the side of the convertible, approaching the passenger door. "I think you had better take over driving now," I said bashfully. "I'm topless, you see…" Boxie and the Car Salesman - Part 3 Bradley had to laugh in spite of himself. "I've never given a test drive like this, Miss. The way things are going…" My eyes looked down at my panties, the last article of clothing I was wearing. "I know!" I giggled nervously, and asked if he was going to let me in. The young man opened the door and I had to move out of the way as he got out of the car. He passed close to me, and my nearly naked body. I held my breath as he walked around the front of the car, making his way to the driver's side. Quickly, I climbed into the passenger seat and rubbed my bare feet on the floor mats. By the time Bradley got behind the wheel, I was cupping my boobies, one in each hand. Looking over my shoulder, I saw my skirt in the back seat along with my shoes. I wondered if he was going to ask me to get dressed. Instead he said, "I think we should go back to the dealership." "Can't we go… just a little further?" I asked, though not sure what I was implying. Bradley glanced at his wristwatch. "We've had the car out for quite a while, Miss…" "Boxie," I reminded him, squeezing my breasts self-consciously. The young salesman shook his head, but when he started the engine, he pulled out onto the road and kept driving straight. I giggled and bounced around in the seat. So excited, I wanted to clap my hands, but I kept myself covered. "You're adorable," Bradley remarked. "Oh my God," I murmured. We continued to drive, and I noticed the car was accelerating faster, watching the speedometer go higher. It seemed I was getting more and more turned on, the faster we drove. I had to suppress a whimper and a moan as I wiggled in the seat, my long black hair streaming behind. With one arm across my chest now, I put a fist in my mouth to keep from yelling out in ecstasy. The purr of the high performance motor was causing a throb between my legs. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Bradley, pull over!" "What is it now?" he asked, while easing his foot off the gas pedal. We coasted to a crawl, and then he drove off the main road, onto the shoulder. The young man applied the brakes, shifted the gear into park, and then killed the ignition. "I think I'm overheating," I told him. "I mean, the car! I think the car is overheating!" Bradley looked at me, then at the display gauges on the dashboard. "No, I don't think so." "Really, Bradley," I whined, "I think you should, like, check the water level or something. Anyway, this would be a good time to show me how to… pop the hood." The young man sighed. I don't know if he was getting annoyed, or was just as frustrated as I was. I'm pretty sure there was sexual tension between us, at least on my end. But Bradley was a professional, and would not mess around with a customer. And I was still innocent and afraid to make the first move. He reached down, finding another lever near where the trunk release was. "Here," he said, and I heard the front hood click open. Getting out of the car, I watched with interest as he walked around directly in front. His hand slipped under the slightly raised panel, and then he lifted the hood all the way up. I heard him adjusting something, probably securing the prop rod in place. "Check the radiator!" I called out, recalling mechanical things my father might say. Since the hood was raised, essentially blocking me from view, I had lifted my hands to either side of my mouth in order to amplify my voice. My boobs bounced up and down, topped by very erect nipples. There was a moment of silence, and then I heard Bradley swear, "Damn it! The radiator cap is too hot! You really need a rag or something, and we don't have any such supplies in a new car…" "Hang on a second," I called back, while he was still under the hood. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. I bit my lip, a little unsure. I mean, I hadn't originally intended to go all the way. But now my hands dropped to my panties, my fingers pulled the elastic waistband away from my body. I teased the sides as I considered if I could actually go through with this. And then I lifted my butt, lowering my underwear down my legs. Leaning forward, I picked the panties off my bare feet. Wow! I was, like, sitting in the car… totally naked! Before I could lose my nerve, I reached out an arm and opened up the passenger side door. I slid my bare bottom off the leather interior and stepped outside! Arching up on my toes, I inched my way toward the front of the car. Of course, I was self-conscious enough to keep the panties held over my pussy, and had my other arm across my boobies. I also looked around carefully to make sure no one else was driving down the road. "Um, here…" I said as I approached Bradley and offered him my underwear. He was bent over with his head down, fixated on the radiator cap that was too hot to touch. I wondered if he would think the same about my nude sixteen-year-old body! The young man held out his hand, allowing me to shyly give him the flimsy scrap of material. It was the last piece of clothing I had been wearing! My face blushed as I quickly snatched my hand back and cupped it in front of my pubic hair. Bradley took the panties without even realizing what they were. Using them to keep his hand safe, he pressed down on the radiator cap and twisted it open. He then used my underwear to lift up the cap, all the while getting the white cotton smudged and certainly unable for me to wear again. The young man peered closer at the coolant tank, and saw that the water level was just fine. "See, I told you that the car wasn't overheating…" He said as he turned to face me. "Um, Boxie? What are you doing?" "What?" I asked innocently, even as I stood blushing, one hundred percent bare assed nude on the side of the road. Desperately, I sought to keep myself covered with my arms and hands. As the shame washed over me about what I had just done, I thought I would die of embarrassment. It was like I was totally humiliated, but so turned on! The feeling of being helpless was delicious. The college-aged guy loosely held my pair of panties, still staring in disbelief. "You… you're not wearing any clothes!" "Um, like, I know!" I responded, my nipples growing harder by the second behind my arm. "This is sooo embarrassing!" "Well, you didn't have to take off… everything," Bradley said, his eyes roaming up and down. I continued to stand there, letting that last remark really sink in. So I had stripped completely naked now, in front of a guy I hardly knew. Arching up on my bare toes, my bottom lip pouted a little. "I guess… I guess I should get back in the car," my words coming out more like a moan. "Wait, don't you want this back?" Bradley started to reach out his arm. But before I could answer, I had already turned around, revealing my full bare bottom! I didn't even look over my shoulder. Throwing both hands between my legs, I scurried back along the passenger side of the car, and slipped inside. Just as quickly, the young salesman had slammed down the hood, and returned to move behind the steering wheel. He started up the automobile while dropping the panties in my lap. I fussed with them like a brat who didn't want to eat her vegetables. "I think you had better put those back on," Bradley suggested. We were driving down the road again, heading straight and my hair whipping behind me. I rolled the panties up in my hands, turning to face the young man. I was incredibly horny, and he could see it in my eyes. "Mmmm… no!" I told him playfully, defiantly. Then I tossed my underwear out of the car, letting the wind carry them into the woods or far off down the road behind us. Giddy, I ran my hands over my nude body. The poor boy tried to keep his calm. "Well, Boxie, you can still cover up with your skirt." "Oh, yeah?" I teased. Promptly, I turned around, and began leaning over the seat. At first I was in a kneeling position. But as I reached back even further, my ass lifted higher, my bare breasts hanging beneath me. I spread my legs wide apart in order to keep my balance. Bradley, being a good driver, I'm sure kept his eyes on the road. So I imagine he did not see how exposed my pink pussy was, or the other intimate area between my round cheeks. The wind, however, tickled my bottom and I felt an orgasm building inside my tummy. Once I had gathered up the plaid skirt and picked up my shoes, I slid back down and turned around in the front passenger seat. Bradley tried to keep his hands steady on the wheel, but I could tell he was fascinated by my actions. I lifted a shoe, and questioned the young man with my eyes. Bradley silently shook his head. I mischievously grinned and nodded. Then I threw the show out of the moving convertible. They were a cute pair, and I was really torn about doing this. But I had, like, tons of shoes at home in my closet. I shrugged my bare shoulders, and then tossed my other shoe out the car. The fact that Bradley did not stop the car, made me think I should keep going. He looked at me shocked, as I raised the plaid fabric and held it with both hands before my face, like a veil. Only my grey eyes peeked over the hem. Honestly, I didn't think I could do it, that I would let things go this far. But he kept driving. I was still naked, and he just continued to drive. I lifted my arm straight up to the sky, and let the rushing wind take my skirt. The last article of clothing I had, now blown away, tumbling far behind us. I glanced back, just to confirm, then looked at Bradley with a wide mouthed grin. "Well, what are you going to do now?" he asked, as if I was a silly girl. Running my hands over my body, I lifted my sixteen-year-old boobies and let them bounce down again. Then using my fingers, I pinched my nipples, stretching them out between thumbs and forefingers. When I dropped my arms to my sides again, I enjoyed sitting there with the pink erections sticking out. Ohmygod, I had never felt sexier! Boxie and the Car Salesman - Part 4 The young man put his foot down on the gas pedal, accelerating, and we drove faster down the road. That made me lower my hand to touch my upside-down triangle patch of pubic hair. Raising my other pinky finger to my mouth… Oh God!… I started to spread apart my pussy lips. I was going to do it, I was going to masturbate in a moving car right next to Bradley! Just as I inserted a finger, with my thumb pressing my clitoris, I felt the motion of the convertible slowing down. Opening my eyes, I swiveled my head left and right. I still had one hand on my pussy, and a boob clutched in my other hand. My vision swam with the sight of a traffic light up ahead. And cars, there were more cars in front of us! We had left the isolation of the wooded side road, rolling toward an intersection! A major intersection, like with two turning lanes, and two more lanes next to us! And I was head to toe nude, without any clothes around at all! "Looks like we ran out of road," Bradley laughed, teasing me for my foolish behavior. I crossed my legs and folded my arms across my tits. "Can you show me how the roof goes up?" "I thought you liked driving with the top down," the college boy said, keeping me exposed. We were stopped at a red light. Surrounded by other vehicles, two in front of us and one on each side, as an SUV type truck rolled behind us! I felt trapped, naked and trapped, my heart beating faster. Better not move my arms, and display my bare breasts. Slowly, I turned my head to look over the passenger door. Next to us there was an older couple, a man and a woman. They could see my bare shoulders, but did they know I was nude? The light turned, and Bradley lifted his foot off the break. I squeezed my thighs together as my toes curled in anticipation. Just then, I noticed he had his signal on, and we were making a left turn. We followed the car in front of us on to a main street with traffic! No longer on an open road, we had to drive at the speed limit. There were stores that lined either side, and people walking out and about, and of course the cars that were around us. Oh, and it was, like, broad daylight! "How… how far are you going to drive with me like this?" I asked. Bradley grinned and replied, "Like what?" "You know," I said, biting my lip, still covering with arms and hands. "Me, a sixteen-year-old girl without any clothes on!" He laughed, and then the young man answered, "Actually, I just needed to turn at the next light, so we can head back toward the dealership." I was humiliated, but still turned on. Daring to lift a hand to tease the curls of my long black hair, I asked, "What are we going to do there?" We switched lanes, and eased across to make another left. Since I was not even wearing a seatbelt, I jiggled around quite a bit when Bradley cut the steering wheel to make a U-turn. I think some people on the sidewalk were able to look inside the convertible and saw that I was fully naked! Continuing in the right lane, the car headed for the intersection again where we could turn onto the private road in order to return the way we came. "When we get to the dealership," the young salesman finally answered, "you will have to get out of the car Boxie, so I can bring it back to the lot. Wait on the curb, or you can walk back through the showroom, if you like." My eyes were wide, and I squeezed my boobies and gasped, "The showroom? You're going to make me walk around… NAKED?" "I figured you wouldn't mind," the boy said slyly. "That is what you want, isn't it?" Glancing down, ashamed, I brushed my toes against my other leg. I looked down at my cute bellybutton totally exposed, like the top strands of pubic hair peeking above my crotch. What I really wanted… was my round bottom played with. "Um, I don't know," I confessed to the young man. "I would, like, die if my parents found out!" As we headed down the secluded road, a single car passed us. It was the first one we had seen today, I think, going in this direction. I wondered if they noticed the black-haired busty teenager with her tits bouncing around! "Well, we had better think of something fast," Bradley turned to me, softly placing his fingers on my bare thigh. Maybe he was going for the gear shifter and missed. I trembled slightly, and then swung my other leg to the side. This left myself completely open and revealed down there. My body shuddered with the first wave of a small orgasm. "Um, like, wow!" I said breathlessly. Looking over at Bradley, I'm not sure he realized what his fingers on my skin had triggered. If he would only move his hand closer and actually touch my pussy, I know he would make me cum! I waited, biting my lip. Then, after the sexual frustration had built up, exasperated I asked him if he had a cell phone. "Yes, Boxie, in my pocket," he told me. Leaning on my side, I reached a hand into his pants and pulled out the phone. I also used this opportunity to put my other hand on the crotch of his pants. The car swerved, and I discovered that he was hard! That made me giggle, and made me even more horny. Sitting back in the passenger seat, fully naked, I did not cover up. Instead, I lifted my leg to the dashboard, allowing the college boy to see its bare shapely length. I wiggled my toes as the wind rushed over my body. Spread out in this position, my pussy lips were totally exposed. Squeezing one breast, I opened the phone with my other hand. "Hello, Pattie?" I said after dialing her number. "Are you home? Good. Is anybody there with you?" My friend answered that she was at her house alone. She then asked if I was naked. "Yeah," I giggled, and shut the cell phone. Handing it back to Bradley, I gave him the direction to Pattie's home, since I was in no condition to go back to the car dealership. Of course, despite his teasing, Bradley was a gentleman and made no objection. We followed some side streets and drove through my friend's neighborhood, which was pretty wild. I was openly playing with myself the whole time. When we arrived in front of her house, the young salesman gently shook my shoulder. I opened my eyes, still kind of in a daze. Twisting on my side, I almost crawled onto his lap so I could give him a kiss and thank him for a wonderful test drive. Then I spun around, unknowingly presenting him my ass, and stumbled out the passenger side door. My legs were a little weak, yet I wiggled my hips as I walked up Pattie's driveway. Halfway up the path, I turned around, my full frontal nudity on display. With a schoolgirl giggle, I waved goodbye to Bradley. Then I turned around again and jogged the rest of the way to Pattie's front door. She immediately greeted me asking, "Boxie, where are your clothes!" I hurriedly entered the house and made it into the living room. There, I spun around and told her that I had lost them. All the clothes I had been wearing, every stitch. Standing naked from head to toe before Pattie, I ran my fingers through my pubic hair. I looked around the room nervously. Sensing my unease, my friend asked, "Have you... well, you know, done it yet?" Silently I shook my head. "I see," Pattie rubbed her chin in thought, and then adjusted her glasses. "Wait right here." Standing up on my toes, I clutched my boobies, but watched as the fully clothed girl disappeared through another room. A minute later, she returned with a pillow from her bedroom. She tossed this on the living room floor. "Go ahead, Boxie," my friend offered. "It's all right. I can always put the pillow case in the wash." So I sank to my knees and crawled on top of the pillow. I pushed its soft but pliable firmness between my thighs. The bottoms of my feet wrinkled and my toes curled It was embarrassing that Pattie knew I liked to masturbate by humping a pillow, and even more so to have her watch me doing it nude. I must have told her this dirty little secret of mine a while ago. Still, it felt so good! "Oooooh!" I moaned out loud as I rubbed the pillow between my ass and pussy. I saw that Pattie was standing in front of me, and my friend said, "Pretend it's that car salesman." Like, that did it for me! I closed my eyes and imagined Bradley was naked with me and I was bouncing up and down on his penis. My hands reached up to squeeze both boobies while I squeezed my legs around the pillow. It didn't take long for me to have an orgasm, right there in Pattie's living room on the floor. A couple more spasms, my body was flush from sexual release, and then I rolled over on my back. I hugged the pillow for a moment, before letting it fall to the side. My stomach was rising up and down with my breathing, and my nipples were sticking straight up toward the ceiling! Spread-eagle, I absently ran a finger over my patch of pubic hair. Slowly, I turned my head to regard Pattie with a sly smile. "So when can you give me my next driving lesson?" THE END

Becky 04 - Becky's Fun In The Sun by WolfyLikes A holiday away lets Becky play. Becky woke and saw a light flashing on her phone. It was a notification, she'd had a text message. She looked at the time, it was only 6.30 am. Who'd been texting her this early? She read the message, rubbed her eyes and re-read it, then leaned over and pushed Andy until he was awake. "Ann's sold the house, and she's deposited my half of money into my account by bank transfer," she told him excitedly. It took Andy a few seconds to digest the news. Half-awake, he was trying to remember who Ann was, then it dawned on him that it was Becky's stepmom, and selling the house because she'd had to relocate was the reason Becky had moved in with him and George, his dad. "Enough money to buy a place?" he asked. The mansion they lived in had plenty of space for the three of them, but knowing his dad fancied Becky, and although he'd toned down his flirting since Andy and Becky got serious Andy remembered the night where he'd lost his virginity to Becky and several men including his dad had shot their loads over Becky's face and tits. Even though he'd admitted to Becky he enjoyed seeing her cum-drenched, he didn't want to imagine his dad doing so again. "Not really, we could get a small place somewhere but it would be worse than living here," Becky told him. She'd read Andy's mind, knowing he wanted to distance them from his dad. While she'd made her mind up that George was too close to home literally, she still enjoyed teasing him and seeing his cock stir while she wore flimsy outfits around him. She'd told Andy nothing would happen, but she knew he still had an element of doubt, more about his dad giving in rather than Becky. "We could go on holiday somewhere though, that would be good wouldn't it?" Becky said. "That would be great, a couple of weeks away somewhere. I'll start looking for somewhere shall I?" Andy asked. "Yes, somewhere adults only, I may want to sunbathe topless by the hotel pool and don't want to be shouted at by the hotel staff," Becky laughed. Andy laughed with her but knew she meant what she'd said. He knew the holiday would be her showing herself off to men, enjoying the thrill of seeing their reactions, with Andy reaping the benefits. Two weeks later they were boarding a flight to Spain. They'd booked into a hotel in a small town just north of Barcelona, quiet enough that they could enjoy some peaceful relaxing time, but close enough to the hustle and bustle of Barcelona's nightlife. Already feeling the difference in temperature from English weather, Becky knew with her porcelain pale skin and red hair, she wasn't there for a glorious suntan. However, the warm feeling of the sun made her horny, even more than normal. Andy found this out early on when Becky gave him a handjob in the hotel transfer taxi on the way from the airport. After taking their cases up to their room, they spent the rest of the day checking out the local area, finding somewhere to eat, then falling asleep with the windows open, the cooler night air a handy distraction. Awaking the next morning Becky went to the balcony to have a look at the view. They had a side view down towards the sea, and opposite them was one of only four other hotels in that particular town. They'd asked for a room higher up and were on the sixth floor of eight. Leaning over the balcony, Becky could see down to the hotel pool and saw someone cleaning the pool out. He looked up and waved. Thinking he was being very friendly she waved back, then realised she had slept naked. Unluckily for him, the balcony was frosted glass, but he would have had a good view of Becky's 38D tits. She turned and looked at Andy. He was still asleep. Becky carefully pulled the duvet off him and started to plant kisses on his cock, trying not to wake him. His cock stirred, and he groaned, but his eyes were still shut. Becky lifted his cock lightly and slid her mouth onto him. He stirred again, rolling more onto his back, but still not waking. As his cock started to stiffen, Becky increased the tempo of her mouth working on him. Suddenly he started to cum, which shocked Becky as he'd never cum that quickly before. Her mouth slid off him, and she held his cock as his cum spurted across his stomach. He groaned again but was still asleep. Becky was a little disappointed, the pool guy seeing her tits had turned her on a little, and she'd been looking forward to riding Andy before they went for breakfast. She decided to go and shower, the lack of a dildo to use instead wasn't ideal, maybe she could see what the shampoo bottles were like instead. Becky finished showering, and inserting the shampoo bottle, and was towelling herself dry. She heard the door knock and heard a female voice call out 'Room Service'. Becky was still in the bathroom so told her it was fine to come in. She heard the door open and walked out of the bathroom just as the girl gasped. Becky looked towards where she was looking. Andy, somehow still asleep, was sporting an erection, obviously having a good dream. "Don't mind him, you just carry on," Becky told her. She turned to look where the voice was coming from, a little taken aback that she'd just seen a man naked with an erection and his partner had caught her looking. Her mouth dropped open as she saw Becky was naked also. Becky simply smiled at her. She noticed the maid look back at Andy's erection, and Becky sat on the bed next to him. She lay back, spreading her legs, and started to wank Andy slowly. Andy groaned loudly. Staring at the maid, a tanned brunette about the same age as herself, who was trying hard to do her job while stealing glances at the naked pair in front of them, Becky reached her other hand down at started to rub gently at her clit. The maid was just staring now, her hardened nipples now showing through her flimsy top. "Do you want a go?" Becky asked her, nodding her head towards Andy's cock. The maid bit her lip but shook her head. Becky continued to stroke him, pushing his cock at an angle so it faced towards the maid, never once moving her eyes from watching the maid. The maid watched Andy's cock throbbing in Becky's hand, but Becky noticed her also stealing glances between her legs, Becky's finger tracing along her wet folds. The maid lifted a hand and started to play with a nipple through her uniform. Her other hand slowly edged between her legs, and she closed her eyes as her finger found its target. She forced them open, watching Andy and Becky's performance. Suddenly Andy started cumming, shooting his load across his stomach and Becky's hand. She didn't let up, stroking him at the same pace. Seeing him finish spurting, she released her grip and started to lick the cum from her hand. Becky nodded towards his cock again, but the maid said she needed to go. The door had barely closed behind her before Andy jumped over between Becky's legs, and thrust his fingers crudely into her pussy. Not long after, Becky spurted her juices over his hand and the bedsheets. Becky and Andy spent most of the day walking around the town, looking for places to eat, and Becky also looking for photo opportunities. She enjoyed getting scenic selfies, but also enjoyed Andy using his phone to take photos of her with a nipple out while someone walked towards her, or pulling her skirt up while people were oblivious behind her. Getting very turned on now, they went back to the hotel room where Becky stripped off quickly while Andy opened the balcony windows, took one of the metal chairs from the balcony, and positioned it towards the opening. Becky turned her back to him and started to ride him, leaning back against him while Andy reached around and played with her large swinging tits. A couple of times Becky thought she saw a flash of light, but having her eyes half-closed she assumed it was the glare of the sun. She leant forward to grab a hold of the balcony rail, in turn giving her more leverage to ride Andy faster. Sensing Andy pulsing inside her, she urged him to rub her clit, her orgasm hitting her as Andy started to fill her with his sticky load. She slumped forward onto the balcony floor, Andy's load starting to trickle from her pussy and down her thighs. Finally, she got to her feet and heard a noise from opposite. On a balcony slightly above theirs in the hotel opposite, two men were shouting and waving, smiling broadly at both their view of Becky's tits and the scene they had just witnessed. Becky and Andy spent the rest of the day walking around the local area a lot, Becky was a little disappointed the following morning when a new maid came to their room, an older woman in her late 50s. They decided to spend the afternoon lounging by the hotel pool, resting before going back out again later. Becky wore a sarong down to the pool, covering a cherry red swimsuit she'd put on. They selected a couple of loungers away from others, but close enough to the bar area. Becky sat upright on her lounger, checking out people around her. A couple of female partners were giving their male companions a few glares, Becky's swimsuit having a plunging neckline that disappeared into her cleavage, not doing much to hide her 38D tits. To make matters worse, Becky dipped into the pool for a few seconds, getting the swimsuit wet and making her nipples erect also with the coolness of the water. Andy arranged her lounger so Becky was laying down flat. She put on sunglasses, so while pretending to be asleep she could still watch people. Several men had reason to walk past their position, most of them giving admiring glances, just quick enough to hope Andy hadn't noticed them checking out his girlfriend. Becky could feel herself getting turned on, and slowly ground her thighs together while looking like she was trying to get comfortable, enough to bunch up the swimsuit between her legs. She had no idea how much was showing, so she nudged Andy and asked him to get some drinks. Andy did so, taking a little longer to return than previously. "You're only just about still covered up, I'm sure you'd be flashing properly if you open your legs a little too wide," he told her when he sat down again, a big smile on his face. "You had a good look while you were there too, you were a long time?" Becky asked. "Oh yeah, I was listening to those two guys by the bar," he answered. Becky casually tilted her head to look over. The two guys that Andy had mentioned were about thirty years old, reasonably toned bodies, wearing speedo shorts that didn't hide a lot. While neither were overly big, Becky found herself staring at them both. "What were they saying?" she asked Andy, "did you hear?" "Well, they mentioned thinking it was you that they'd seen, something about the size of your tits. They're both divorced, over here to celebrate being free or something," Andy responded. Becky kept looking at them, the two guys were oblivious due to her sunglasses. She remembered the flash of light, and the two guys waving from the hotel opposite. Was it them? She couldn't be certain, she looked over but had not been concentrating on what they looked like properly. All she was bothered about now was seeing those cocks get erect. She turned and lay on her front, her arse facing towards them, putting her hands above her head but making sure she could see underneath her armpit. She wriggled a little, looking like she was getting comfortable but making her arse cheeks jiggle for them both. She saw one nudge the other and they stared over, not trying to hide it now. Becky reached behind her and pulled the swimsuit tight between her arse cheeks, making it like a thong. She put suncream on her hand and rubbed it into both buttocks, making a point of pulling them apart as she did so. Her plan worked, Andy whispered to her but she'd already noticed both men now semi-erect. She moved her legs a little further apart, giving them an even better view. She watched them for a while, both occasionally brushing the front of their shorts. She looked up at Andy and asked if he was okay with it. Knowing what she was probably about to do, he nodded yes. "Is anyone sunbathing topless, I don't want to be the only one," she asked Andy, loud enough for them to hear. "There's a couple of women, yes," Andy answered. Becky quickly turned over, making sure to watch the guys as she did so. She pulled the shoulder straps down her arms, halfway down her biceps, then pulled the cups tightly underneath her tits, pushing them upwards a little. She pretended to knock something off her nipples, stiffening them a little more, and sat upright, seeing the men blatantly staring now. Becky took off her sunglasses. "Do you want a picture or something?" she said, staring straight at them. The two guys tried to look away, seeing Andy look towards them too, obvious that they had been staring at his girlfriend and had been caught doing so. "Sorry," one said, looking sheepish. Becky smiled. "No, I mean seriously, do you want to take pictures of them, and the rest of me?" she flirted. They both looked at each other, broad smiles on their faces, then turned to look at Andy for his reaction. "It's fine with me, but just pictures," Andy said. "Oh, spoilsport, I was hoping to blow them both too," Becky scolded, pretending to be cross. "Well, then they'd better get you turned on enough while taking these photos then hadn't they?" Andy smiled. "Your room then?" one of the guys asked. "No, yours, lead the way," Becky replied. She stood and put her tits back into her costume, and picking up her sarong went to walk towards the hotel entrance. "No, this way, there's a gateway open over there," one of them said. Becky looked towards where they were pointing, it led towards the road. "We're not staying in this hotel, we're in the one opposite, this pool is so much better though," the other guy said. They walked over to the hotel, introducing themselves as Mike and Dave. Getting into the lift, Becky noticed that they were going to the seventh floor. The two guys led the way to their room, two single beds inside. Quickly whispering to each other, they pushed the beds together. Becky walked over to the balcony windows, pushing them open. She stepped out, and the cogs started to turn. She'd noticed the sun starting to set which would also make a good backdrop, but also she had a very good view towards their hotel she could see the towels they'd left drying on their balcony earlier, virtually right opposite and slightly below. "This isn't your first time taking photographs of me is it?" Becky asked, smirking. "I said those tits had to be the same ones!" Mike said. "Yeah, we saw you fucking, those tits bouncing were mesmerising," Dave added. Becky smiled again and peeled down her swimsuit, just teasingly keeping her pussy covered. She leant back against the balcony, cupping her tits, Mike and Dave starting to take pictures. She turned and faced the other way, hands on the balcony and pushing her arse out. "Take your swimsuit right off," Dave said. Becky looked back over her shoulder. "You guys first, I need something to look at too," Becky answered. They both looked at Andy, now casually sitting in an armchair, who simply nodded. They both slid off their tight speedos, two semi-erect cocks unleashed into Becky's view. While not overly big, she was impressed they were getting erect and she hadn't even stripped off yet. She peeled her swimsuit down her arse slowly and seductively, sliding it down her legs and kicking it off her ankles. She lifted a leg up onto the balcony and made a little squelching sound as her finger ran through her wet labia. Dave crouched down to take some from below shots, while Mike stood back a bit trying to get all of her in one shot. Becky said she was getting uncomfortable now so moved across to the bed. She got up on all fours, her large tits swinging below her, letting them take photos from in front, then turned so they could get some of her arse. Mike and Dave were both looking at each other now and again, amazed at how at ease Becky was especially with Andy there too. Becky turned over onto her back, her head towards the bottom, and raised her legs right up, holding the backs of her thighs to spread her legs. She gave them chance to take a few photos, then asked them to take some from by her head looking down her body. Now she reached up, and took a cock in each hand, stroking them to an erection. They were inches above her face, and Becky could feel her juices trickling down her thighs. Becky released them and turned back onto all fours, telling them to take it in turns to take photos now. They both looked puzzled until Becky took hold of Dave's cock, pulling him towards her, and sliding his cock into her mouth. She enveloped him, taking his 7" cock in with ease. Mike took photos with one hand, stroking his cock with the other until they swapped places and Becky started to blow him. She heard Dave ask Andy to take photos, felt the bed move behind her, then hands on her hips. She felt a cock nudge against her thigh, took her mouth off Mike and looked behind her where Dave knelt. "You're not fucking me," she warned him. "I'm not going to, I just wanted to get some shots looking like I was," Dave promised. He took his cock with one hand and used it to slide it along Becky's wet slit, tracing a line from her arsehole to her clit. Feeling his cock against her clit made her shudder, and Dave asked her to keep still. She felt his stiff cock against her pussy, right at the entrance, then his camera clicked. She went back to sucking on Mike's cock again, slurping on him more hungrily now Dave had made her realise how turned on she was, little electric shocks running through her body each time he touched her clit with the head of his cock. She arched her back when he pushed against her arsehole, feeling her arse open slightly almost willing him in. his cock moved, and Mike withdrew from her mouth to swap places. After a while they'd almost got to a standstill taking photos, taking it in turns to get blown by her, both standing in front of her. Becky ached for some cock to fill her up, and told Andy to strip off. Getting him erect, she lay him on the bed and straddled him, starting to ride on his cock as Mike and Dave looked on. Using her pussy juices as lube, she asked Mike and Dave to finger her arse, then when ready sild off Andy and slid down onto his cock until her arse was full. Mike and Dave took a quick few pictures of this, then Becky told them to stand either side of her and cover her with their sticky loads while she rode Andy. Continuing to take them both into her mouth, and trying to get both in at the same time, she wanked and sucked them until both shot all over her. Her mouth, neck and tits were covered in lines and droplets of their loads, a couple of thin chains hanging off her chin. She reached a hand down between her legs and rubbed herself to climax. Rolling off Andy, seeing her cum covered tits was too much for him and he started wank furiously, adding more semen to her already covered tits. Becky went to shower, and coming out saw Andy talking to the guys, a leaflet in his hand. "What's that?" Becky quizzed. "There's a street party in Barcelona on Saturday night, lots of drinks, food and music around the city," Andy answered. "Oh, we were going for the day out there on Saturday," she said a little forlorn. "Well, we could scope out the city and do some shopping on Friday instead, then go back for the party the following day," Andy said. They said their goodbyes to Mike and Dave and returned to the hotel. Before they slept, Andy showed her a photo he'd taken. Mike's cock filled Becky's mouth, just his balls showing as she deepthroated him. From the angle he'd taken the photo, it looked like Dave was right up her pussy from behind. Becky felt her stomach flutter. Not much sleep was had that night. Friday was spent getting off a coach in the city, then walking and taking the Metro to visit various sights. They toured and took sightseeing pictures at the various churches, at the Magic Fountain, viewing the human statues at Las Ramblas, and finally the Barcelona Aquarium, before eating at a beachside restaurant and then getting the coach back to their hotel. Exhausted from their day's activities, both fell asleep early. The street party was to begin at 6 pm, just before it started to get dark when the light shows began when laser displays would fill the air as much as the music would. There were coaches provided that stopped along each town down the coast, picking people up along the way. Becky and Andy spent a little time by the pool after breakfast, before going up to get ready. Knowing it would still be warm that night Andy wore a pair of canvas shorts with a short-sleeved shirt and gasped when Becky walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a black knee-length dress with a zip right up the front, while it wasn't figure-hugging it didn't disguise her 38D chest. She wore comfortable black dolly shoes with it, not wanting to walk around in heels all night. Andy wolf-whistled her, his whistle getting louder when she pulled the zip down far enough to show him she was braless. What she didn't tell Andy was that she was fully commando under the dress, not wearing knickers either. "We took serious pictures yesterday, I thought we could take some more personal ones tonight," she flirted. The bus journey was a little eventful, Andy not taking much persuasion for Becky to lower her zip so he could take some pictures, Becky being caught amused her. She was a little disappointed it was by another girl, just as she turned to speak to her friends in the seats behind her, seeing Becky at the back with her zip open almost to her belly button. Disappointed, but intrigued. From her angle, the girl looked a little top-heavy herself, although not tall. She had red streaks in her black hair that gave her an edgy look, highlighting her heavy fringe with the sides and back cut short. What intrigued Becky most was that she didn't look away, staring at Becky while casually carrying on her conversation. When her friends weren't looking, she blew Becky a kiss. Getting to Barcelona they departed the coach, Becky had described the girl to Andy but despite her distinct look by the time they'd got off from the back seats she'd merged into the already large crowds. Becky and Andy wandered around for a while until they found a DJ doing a dance mix set, songs they recognised and liked, and grabbing some drinks they made their way to a better viewing place. There were a lot of people dancing, bodies close to each other, as the crowd all seemed to merge into one. Hands brushed against Becky, one brushing across her arse, reminding Becky she had nothing on down there. Thinking about it, and how many people were nearby turned Becky on a little. A couple of times the hands seemed to linger longer than normal, but each time she looked the owners were oblivious to her, moving to the heavy beat. After a while, a hand wandered over and stayed on her arse, palm outstretched. Becky looked over, again the guy seemed not to be taking any notice of her. He was tall and quite good looking, and the hand moved without him looking at her. She glanced at Andy, who smiled and carried on dancing. The hand came back, this time closer to the middle. The fingers moved gently back and forth across the fabric of her dress. This time Becky smiled up at him, but he wasn't looking at her. The hand ventured down further, cupping the underside of one buttock. She looked at him again. He was dancing, both hands above his head. It wasn't him then. She turned and looked Andy on the other side of her, he also had his hands stretched out. The hand snaked down a little further, a fingertip grazing across Becky's thigh. She turned to look behind her, and saw red streaks in black hair, two beautiful blue eyes staring up at her. She got up on tiptoes to get closer to Becky. "I could see up your dress on the bus," the girl nonchalantly told Becky, loud enough over the music for her to hear but nobody else, "I know you're not wearing knickers." Her accent was from the north of England. While she said it, her hand moved slowly up the back of Becky's thigh, pausing as it got to her arse. She waited for Becky's response, which was to smile back at her and slide her legs ever so slightly further open. One finger slid between her buttocks and stayed rested against her arsehole. Her body pushed against Becky, hiding the view for anyone else, and she danced and made Becky sway with her movements, forcing her finger to gently rub across Becky's puckered arsehole. Her body contoured with Beckys, hard nipples digging into her shoulder blades. They continued to sway to the beat of the music, Becky closing her eyes as the finger inched forward, sliding along her wet folds. She gasped as it momentarily grazed across her clit, the girl teasing her more by sliding the finger into her wet pussy, then withdrawing it straight away. Becky ground her arse back against her, her arms reaching back and grabbing the girl's hips, trying to force her ever closer, to manoeuver her fingers inside her. The girl resisted, teasing and prodding, only occasionally flicking her finger over Becky's clit. Suddenly the music stopped, and so did the fingers. The DJ thanked everyone for listening to his set, and the next DJ would be starting in ten minutes. Becky turned and looked behind her, the girl had gone. "That was a great set, did you enjoy it?" Andy asked, oblivious to what had gone on. "Yeah, I just wish it had gone on a little longer," Becky answered. She pulled Andy to her and kissed him passionately. He stepped back, a little shocked. Becky snaked a hand down and across his groin. "I'm horny, let's find somewhere quieter," she whispered to him. Becky took his hand and they walked off across the square, Andy with a big smile on his face. They walked for a few minutes when Andy stopped. "That church is up this side street," he said. "Which church?" Becky asked, a little puzzled. "The one with the floral garden, the one we took pictures in yesterday, where we walked past the gate twice because of the large bushes," he responded, grinning. Becky stared at him, then understood what he meant. The gate was about fifty yards down the paved street, and they walked in through the gate. Although not far from the main street, they could hear the cars and people walking, but not see them. Becky walked over and leant against the wall in the corner away from the gate. "Pull my zip down," she instructed Andy. He did so, opening her dress to her belly button, her large tits set free from their confines. Andy immediately took them in hand and started licking at her nipples. Becky stopped him and told him to pull the zip right down. Andy smiled, did so, then gasped as he saw Becky totally naked under her dress. She took his hand and placed it between her legs. "Finger me and make me cum first," she urged him. "You're already soaked you dirty bitch," Andy exclaimed. Already turned on from the girls' touch, Becky didn't take long until she came, squirting over Andy's hand and soaking her thighs. Andy mentioned how quick she'd been, and Becky told her about the girl. She immediately sank, pulled down Andy's shorts to his thighs, and took his cock into her mouth. She always enjoyed feeling Andy get erect while in her mouth, and she knew Andy was enjoying it when his hands went to the back of her head and he started fucking her mouth. She'd been sucking him for a while when she thought she saw a flash of light. She tried to look behind Andy but saw nothing. There it was again. Next, there was a cough. Andy stopped and they both looked behind them. The girl with the red streaks stood there, phone in hand, taking photos of them. Three men were with her. She introduced them as her boyfriend and his two friends. Her boyfriend was tall, slim, and covered in tattoos and piercings. She handed her phone to him and peeled off her t-shirt to reveal a perfect firm pair of 34C tits, both nipples pierced. She had a tribal pattern shoulder tattoo that cascaded down into her cleavage. She peeled down her jeans and tossed them to one side. Walking to Becky still crouched down, she swung one leg over Becky and against the wall behind her, her pussy directly over Becky's head. "Lick me," she instructed Becky. She didn't give Becky much choice as she pushed her groin downwards, Becky not resisting anyway as her tongue flicked out and found its spot. Becky didn't have much experience with girls, but she instantly liked herself comparing the taste too when she licked her dildos clean. Knowing what she liked herself, she flicked her clit softly and gently, teasing the girl's clit. Inserting two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, she then slowly inserted them into the girl's arse. Much as she wanted to touch herself too, she used the other hand to finger the girl's pussy too. The girl's moans were getting louder and louder, almost drowning out the sound of her boyfriend and his friends cheering them on. She glanced over at Andy, his cock still in hand, stroking at the sight of his girlfriend with another girl performing in front of him. He seemed oblivious to the other guys around him, non-plussed at their being there like he was focused purely on the two girls. The girl's boyfriend started to pull down his shorts and his cock sprang out, long but thin, already glistening with his pre-cum. He murmured something to Andy that Becky didn't hear, and she saw Andy nod. He moved into view again, his hand stroking his cock to erection. Becky felt her stomach tremble at the dight of his hard cock. He moved forward until it jutted against his girlfriend's clit, and Becky alternated between flicking her tongue over the girl's clit with planting light delicate kisses right on his end. He grunted and moved, and from her vantage point, she saw his legs appear behind his girlfriend. As they did so, his two friends took his place, stroking while they had a perfect view of Becky licking the girl. He shuffled forward, his large hands gripping her tits tightly, and almost effortlessly his cock pushed into her willing arsehole, straight up in one go. His girlfriend gasped and asked him to fuck her arse hard but he relented, staying perfectly still while pulling her nipples hard. Now with a hand free, Becky reached down and shuddered as her fingers found her wanton pussy. Becky started to protest as her hand was pulled away from herself and guided towards one of the other guys. It was placed around his semi-erect cock, starting her stroking then moving his hand to let her continue, his groans getting louder as he became fully erect. The guy on the other side did the same and feeling the pressure on her clit start to ease, the girl reached down and pulled Becky's head back between her legs. Becky started to lick at her inner thighs where her juices were trickling out of her, teasingly close to her pussy but not quite hitting the spot the girl so desperately needed. Both of the other guys fully erect now, Becky pulled them closer until they were close to her head, she could almost feel the warmth off their cocks on her face. The girl was groaning louder and louder now as she got closer and closer to orgasm, Becky getting a little jealous as her pussy was now feeling neglected. She sensed the girl trembling more, and pressed her tongue hard against her clit. Soon she shook, her boyfriend's hands grasping her tits stopping her from slumping to the floor, her groans louder still as she came hard. She squirted across Becky's face and tits, Becky continuing to prolong her orgasm as she kept her tongue planted firmly on her clit. Eventually, she moved, the two guys twisting slightly to be more in front of Becky. Their cocks were tantalisingly close, and she peered over in Andy's direction. Not only was he still stroking, his cock looking fatter than ever, but he was also filming the scene with his phone in his other hand. Seeing Becky looking towards him, and second-guessing what she was thinking, he nodded yes. It was all the encouragement Becky needed, and she started to suck on their cocks, alternating sucking one while stroking the other. Each had a hand down fondling and squeezing her heavy tits, her nipples feeling more erect than normal, more sensitive than normal, and feeling their rough hands over them sending butterflies through her stomach. She took them both in full, her saliva dripping from her mouth and their cocks, some hanging down like swinging chains. She felt one starting to pulse as he got ready to cum, and he withdrew from her mouth. Taking his cock in his hand he wanked furiously, grunting loudly as he started to cum, ribbon after ribbon of his semen splashing across the side of her face, over her neck, and across her tits. He went to back away but Becky pulled him back in, letting him know he wasn't finished until she'd licked his cock clean. The other guy must have been close too, and he pushed forward and started to fuck her mouth, his hands on the back of her head. Becky felt his cock throbbing in her mouth and readied herself for her throat to be flooded, but at the very last second, he pulled out and still holding her head, came all over face and hair. He came so much Becky had to close her eyes, then use her hands to wipe the semen away which she greedily licked down. She opened her eyes to see the girl kneeling by her, facing her but not in front of her. She had a fat cock deep in her mouth, so deep her nose nestled in his pubic hair. Becky looked up directly in front of her and saw the girl's boyfriend, his erect cock held out in front of Becky's mouth, waiting for her to suck on his length. glancing back to the side of her she noticed the cock in the girl's mouth belonged to Andy. Becky watched for a few seconds as she effortlessly deepthroated him, withdrawing until all of his fat cock was out of her mouth, then instantly sinking onto his entire length. Andy had his head tilted back and his eyes half-closed. Becky felt something nudging her face and turned to see the erect cock in front of her again. Trying to mirror the girl with Andy, she slid the cock into her mouth. She was trying to place the unfamiliar taste on his cock, then remembered it had been buried in his girlfriend's arse not long before. About a minute later she was deepthroating him, making him make the same grunting sounds as Andy was. Becky thought she could see lights again and paused to look behind them. Over by the gate stood four couples, all watching the scene in front of them, some of them taking photos. One of the girls watching had her hands down her trousers, her eyes screwed up as she played with her pussy while trying not to miss the action. Another of the girls had her boyfriend's cock in her hand, stroking him while they watched. Becky felt herself getting more turned on at having a bigger audience, and started to suck on the cock in her mouth harder and faster. His hands went to her head, pulling her mouth onto him, and his cock started to pulse. This time he didn't pull out, flooding Becky's mouth with his cum. He came so much it dribbled from Becky's mouth, dripping down onto her tits. When he'd finally finished cumming he pulled his cock out and rubbed it in Becky's hair, cleaning it off. He stepped back to his two friends, standing by the watching crowd, surveying their handiwork of Becky's semen coated face and body. She looked up at Andy and knew the look on his face, needing to release but trying hard to keep going. Becky shuffled around so her face was pressed against the girls, and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The girl pulled Andy's cock from her mouth and did the same, just as Andy started to cascade his load across them both. Both of them took semen down their throats, the rest across their chins and necks. Becky's hand raced to her clit and she rubbed quickly, pressing hard against it and then slumping to the floor as he finally got to cum herself. She lay there for a while, her eyes closed while her body was relaxing, and looked up to see Andy taking photos of her semen covered body. He had dressed again, but Becky could make out his semi-erect cock trying to burst from his shorts again. Looking around, she saw there was nobody else around. Andy held his hand down to help her up. "Come on, let's get you back to the hotel," he told her, holding some tissues in his other hand for Becky to clean herself up. Becky stood and pulled the zip halfway up, her tits still exposed. "Do I look like a well-used slut?" she asked, running her fingers through her still wet cleavage. "You look hot," Andy told her, "but you still have some semen in your hair too." Becky bit her lip and winked at him, pulling the zip to just above her nipples, her tits still very much on show, the semen still on them glistening in the lights above them. She knocked his hand with the tissues away. "Then let's see how many people stare at me like this, and when we get back you can show me how turned on it's made you."

Bright Sparks Children’s Home by Vanessa Evans Part 04 – The team gets a new member. Dennis was up bright and early the next morning. As he was getting dressed he looked down on the naked Mandy as she slept. He was going to let her sleep for as long as she wanted. Downstairs he looked at the mess and started a bit of the cleaning as well as removing the stirrups from the medical couch and hiding them in a cupboard. When some of the other kids surfaced he got them starting breakfast and the rest of cleaning the place. By the time breakfast was ready everyone except Mandy was up and the place was looking presentable. When they started to eat Jane asked where Mandy was. “Still sleeping, you lot wore her out last night” “You mean the doctor did.” David interjected. “Yes David, and one of the perks of her new job is that her boss can let her sleep late if he wants to. Did I tell you that a new girl will be joining our team later this morning?” “You did.” Lucy replied. “Good, her name is Ruth and she should arrive with her care worker around 10 am so girls, including you Jane and you Ann, I need you to be wearing a dress or skirt and top by then and not to disappear to town or the park for whatever before you’ve had time to say hello to Ruth. Ruth’s dossier implies that she’s had a rough time and that she may be a bit of a challenge to us so I’m asking you to be patient with her and be nice to her even if she isn’t nice back.” Mike interrupted, “Do you want David and me to break her in?” “No, I’m hoping that it won’t come to that, but you 2 are my ‘plan B’. Don’t worry, I’m sure that the time will come when you can have your evil way with her.” There was a couple of short laughs and both Jane and Ann smiled. “And I’m hoping that it won’t be long before I can tell you that it’s okay to start just wearing your birthday suits again girls. Also, I have other news for you, I’ve been in discussions with social services an other people and it has been agreed that Bright Sparks will have an extension built to double the capacity of guests here and I’m hoping that most of the new guests will be girls. The plan is to have the new extension up and running by Christmas and I’m sure that there will be some disruption to us along the way. Please be patient. As a sort of compensation for the disruption, Social Services have agreed to give us some money for me to take you all on a summer holiday. There is nothing planned so I would like you all to think about it and in a couple of days I will ask you for your ideas on where you want to go and what you want to do.” Most of the kids already had their unrealistic ideas and they were all happy to chip-in with those ideas right there and then. “Okay team, you’ve already come up with some amazing ideas and I would love to take you to all those places but we have to be realistic, our allocation of money isn’t a bottomless pit.” Willian interrupted saying, “No, it’s the girls that are all bottomless pits.” “Thank you William, think about it realistically guys and we’ll talk about it next week. Oh, a reminder, you may have 2 weeks off school but not 2 weeks off your household tasks, I expect all of you to do your jobs at the usual times.” Just then, a bleary-eyed and totally naked Mandy walked into the room. “Good morning boss.” Willian said. “Guys,” Dennis said, “okay Mandy is now my assistant and I expect you to respect that and do as she asks you. I suppose that technically she is now your boss as well but I would like you to treat her like an older sister who you have to do as she says, sort of like your babysitter.” “Will she change my nappies?” Tony asked. “If you get incapable of using your little potty or you need to wear nappies Tony, then yes she will.” Tony’s face showed that he had been put in his place. Mandy took her usual seat and poured herself a drink. “Good morning Mandy.” Dennis said. “Hey, sorry I’m late, it’s just that I was soo tired.” “I wonder why?” Jane said. “Yes,” Mandy replied, “the doctor is good isn’t he, and thank you for your presents everyone and your handiwork at the end, it was a great party.” Breakfast finished, everyone went about their tasks and Dennis took Mandy back to his flat telling her that he wanted her to stay there until after the care worker had dropped Ruth off. That he didn’t want her to see Mandy like she was. “What do you mean, what’s wrong with me?” “Nothing, absolutely nothing, it’s just all that marker pen stuff.” “Oh yes, I understand. I’ll stay here until you come and get me, and when you do can you fuck me please, you didn’t do it last night.” “You were way too tired Mandy. Do you remember me telling you that I had another birthday present for you?” “Oh yes, what is it?” Dennis went and got the box and Mandy ripped it open. “What is it?” “Get on the bed and spread your legs.” As she did so Dennis said, “This is a Hitachi magic wand and within an hour it will be your best friend, apart from me that is.” “What do I do with it, it looks like a microphone?” “Oh, ooooh, oh Dennis, that’s awesome.” Dennis handed the wand to her and told her to do it herself. She quickly did and was soon lost in her own little world of pleasure. “Will that keep you happy for the next couple of hours?” Dennis asked, but he didn’t get an answer. Smiling he turned and left her to her pleasure. Dennis went to Mandy’s old room and collected all (not many) clothes and belongings and took them to his flat. Mandy was still in her own little world, orgasming just as he arrived then keeping the wand on her clit. He left her then went back to her old room to change the sheets on the bed and get the room ready for Ruth. He did a quick tour of the place and satisfied that everything was okay, including the girl’s clothes, their skirts being just decent when they were stood up, then he went and made himself a coffee. The coffee was half gone when the doorbell rang. He started to walk to the door when he heard Lucy shout that she’d get it so he went and stood in the corridor waiting for the guests. “Hi Wendy,” Dennis said to the care worker. “This is Ruth I take it?” “Hi Dennis, yes.” Dennis went down on 1 knee and put out his hand to shake the girls.” “Hello Ruth, I’m Dennis, I run this place, welcome to the team.” Ruth just stood there. “Would you like a drink, or perhaps something to eat. Have you had breakfast this morning, I could get someone to rustle something up if you like?” After a short silence Ruth replied, “No, I’m good.” “Well I can see that Ruth. Are your belonging is that bag?” “Yes.” “Lucy.” Dennis said as he turned his head, “Would you take Ruth’s bag up to her room, it’s Mandy’s old one.” Lucy came over and went to take Ruth’s bag off her but she showed no signs of letting go of it.” “It’s okay Ruth, your belongings are safe here. We’ve never had anything stolen here. Lucy will take good care of your stuff.” Dennis got to his feet and looked around. He saw Jennifer, Mike and Jane watching them. “Jennifer, would you take Ruth to the kitchen please, I’m sure that she can manage at least a biscuit.” Jennifer went over to them and said to Ruth, “Hi, I’m Jennifer, come with me.” As they walked away Dennis heard Jennifer say. “Ruth isn’t it, that’s a nice name.” Dennis led Wendy to the lounge where they talked. They were soon interrupted by Ann, asking if they’d like a coffee. They both declined the offer and continued talking, Wendy telling Dennis things that he’d already read in Ruth’s dossier. When Wendy was ready to leave they went into the kitchen and saw Jennifer trying to engage in a conversation with Ruth but it was a one-sided conversation. At least Ruth was eating a biscuit. Wendy stood in front of Ruth and said a few things to her then left, Dennis showing her to the door. Wendy’s parting words were, “If she gets too much for you just let us know and we’ll find somewhere else for her.” Dennis said goodbye thinking, “These idiots have no idea how to get along with teenagers.” Back in the kitchen Jennifer was still trying to get Ruth to talk. “Okay, thank you Jennifer. Ruth, if you’d like to come with me I’ll show you to your room and leave you to absorb what you’ve seen so far.” As they went up the stairs he continued, “Are we as bad as you were expecting us to be?” Ruth didn’t answer. Dennis opened the door to Ruth’s new room and said, “The rooms for all our guests are about the same, no favourites here. I’m guessing that that bag contains all your belonging, don’t worry, we have a big pile of girl’s clothes that you can choose from, okay they’re hand-me-downs but they’re all clean and ironed. Ruth, you don’t look like you are a happy girl at the moment.” No reply. “Tell me if I’ve got this right or wrong Ruth. You’ve been in 4 children’s home and with 2 foster parents since your parents died, The kids and the adults at the homes were horrible people who didn’t understand or listen to you and didn’t want anything to do with you. Am I right so far?” Ruth nodded her head. “You’ve been moved here and you’re wondering, no, expecting that all the adults and kids here are going to be just as much of a pain in the ass as all the others. After all, it’s a children’s home and they are all the same, right” Ruth nodded her head. “Well for starters. Did you notice the sign as you pulled off the road. It said. ‘Bright Sparks Young People’s Residence. Things are different here and I’m sure that you will get to like it here just as much as the other kids do. I’ll leave you for a while then come looking for you Ruth, if you feel like going for a wander around the place to get the lay of the land and meet some of the other guests, just go. I’ll find you when I want you.” Ruth sat on the edge of her bed as Dennis closed the door. He went downstairs and found most of the kids in the lounge. “Thanks for that guys, it’s appreciated. Those of you who have met Ruth will see that we do have a bit of a challenge on our hands, Mike, David, no, we’ll try to resolve this by everyone being your usual nice to each other, and girls, please keep your clothes on until we see signs that Ruth is relaxing and starting to knock that wall down.” “What wall?” Tommy said. “I’ll explain it to him Dennis.” “Thank you Mike.” “So, what’s your plans for today guys? If you’re planning on going out somewhere please can a couple of you stay back to keep Ruth company when she emerges from her room?” Tommy and Jennifer volunteered. Dennis went to see how Mandy was getting on, wondering if she’d held the wand on her clit so long that she’d passed out again. She was still spread eagle, naked on the bed and she was asleep when he went in, the wand being down by her left foot. He closed the door and let her sleep. He went to his office to read Ruth’s dossier again. About 10 minutes later as he was going up the stairs to see Ruth, he heard 2 screams coming from his flat. He quickly diverted and was surprised to see Mandy sat on the bed, still naked, and Ruth stood at the foot of the bed, both looking a bit shocked. “Are you okay Ruth, and are you Mandy?” Mandy answered first, “Who’s this and what is she doing in here?” “Okay, relax girls, Mandy this is Ruth, our new guest, Ruth this is Mandy, my assistant and my girlfriend.” “She’s, she’s naked and, and she’s covered in writing.” Ruth replied. “It’s okay Ruth, it was Mandy’s last day at school yesterday and they have this sort of crazy tradition, it’s permanent marker pen, it will take a few days to wear off.” “But she’s naked.” “It’s okay Ruth, this is our flat, we live here, it’s normal for girls to be be naked where they live.” “I saw this door and there wasn’t a name on it and it wasn’t locked, and you did say that I could have a look around.” “I did, and you have done nothing wrong Ruth. Mandy, put something on please, you’ve shocked the poor girl.” “Sorry,” Mandy said as she got off the bed and put on her favourite T shirt. She sat on the end of the bed near Ruth and patted the bed next to her. Ruth sat on the edge of the bed. “Ruth,” Mandy said, “this isn’t the way I intended us to meet and I’m sorry that you got a shock.” “That’s okay.” “As Dennis said, I’m his assistant and it still sounds funny saying that. Dennis probably told you that we are a team here, like the family that I never had, and I guess that I’m like your older sister now, a sister that you can come and talk to about anything and at anytime, including in here in the middle of the night if you want. There are no barriers here, just a few simple rules. We all get on great here and it’s not uncommon for us girls to walk around with little or nothing on. Family’s do it and we are a family.” Dennis took over, “What Mandy has said is very true, given time you will get to like the people here and they will look out for you like the brother and sister that I believe you never had. As for the walking around with little or nothing on, well that is up to you. We do have a few simple rules but we’ll come to them later, come, it’s sunny outside, let’s go outside and talk. Would you like Mandy to make you a sandwich or something, it’s a while before dinner. With it being the school holidays most of the other kids have gone to the park for a while.” “Yes please, I couldn’t eat my breakfast.” “Were they trying to poison you?” Ruth realised that Dennis was joking and said, “No, well I don’t think so, it’s just that I’ve got tired of all this moving from one home to another and I didn’t know what it would be like here.” “And you just have to lash-out at times, get rid of your frustration and anger. Believe me, I know what it’s like, did Wendy tell you that I grew up in a children’s home, several actually, so I do know a bit about what you are thinking.” By then they were outside at the back and Dennis led her to the 2 old swings. Sitting on one himself he motioned for Ruth to sit on the other whilst they continued talking. After a while Mandy came out with the sandwich and a glass of juice for Ruth. Mandy was still wearing the T shirt and she sat crossed leg on the grass in front of both of them, her pussy and the drawings around it all on display to both of them. All 3 talked some more whilst Ruth ate. Ruth was starting to come out of her shell and both Dennis and Mandy had noticed that she was staring at Mandy’s exposure. Ruth suddenly changed the subject of the conversation. “Your class mates did that to you Mandy?” “Yes, it’s a tradition.” “Did they, you know, do what it says, fuck you?” “No thankfully, they did this to all the girls, just a bit of fun. ….. Are you getting around to saying that you’ve been raped Ruth because I know what it’s like to have been raped, I was raped lots of times in my old homes.” Ruth quietly said that she too had been raped then she told them the whole story, “I was in my last home for 3 months and from day one the boys started raping me during the night. I kept complaining to the people who ran the place but they didn’t believe me and told me to stop making-up stories. The boys didn’t stop so eventually I started throwing tantrums and smashing things. Finally Wendy came and brought me here.” “I’m really sorry that you had to go through that, but I can 200 percent guarantee that you will not get raped here. It will not happen. I can’t say that you won’t have sex with anyone, but if you do it will be because YOU want to do it, not because a boy is forcing himself on you. You are safe here.” “He’s right Ruth, even with us girls walking around like this, or with less on, we don’t get raped.” As Mandy was saying that Dennis realised that that wasn’t quite true, but the Jane and Ann situation was different, punishment, and it all ended good, very good, for all concerned. “Girls walk around here naked.” Ruth exclaimed. “Yes, and they don’t get raped or even groped.” Dennis said. “The boys respect the girls and anything that goes on between them is consensual.” “I’ve seen boys sneaking to girls rooms and girls sneaking to boys rooms in the middle of the night as well.” Ruth said. “It happens here too,” Dennis said, “I don’t mind just so long as everyone is happy and no one gets pregnant.” “Are you on the pill Ruth?” Mandy asked. “Yes, why?” “Well if you weren’t we have a really nice doctor who comes here once a week and he’s really good with girls.” “I think that that’s enough about that for now Mandy, why don’t you take Ruth and introduce her to anyone who hasn’t gone on walkabout?” “Okay.” Mandy said as she got to her feet, not caring that Ruth got to see more of Mandy’s body writing and drawings. Mandy led Ruth back inside, stopping in at the kitchen to wash the plate and glass that Ruth had used, and went to the lounge where Tommy and Jennifer were playing an electronic game. “Can you put those down for a minute please guys, this is Ruth, our new guest. Ruth this is Jennifer and Tommy.” “We’ve sort of met already.” Jennifer said. “Cute.” Tommy said. “Ignore him,” Jennifer said, “he’s just being his usual dickhead. Do you play these games Ruth?” “No.” “Want to learn?” Jennifer asked. “I guess.” “Tommy, go and sit by Ruth and show her how to play.” Jennifer said. “I’ll leave you to it. Remember Ruth, come and see me or Dennis if you want to talk about absolutely anything.” “Okay.” Tommy started showing Ruth how to play the game and she was starting to get into it when she suddenly said, “Jennifer, you’re not wearing any knickers.” “She never does, none of us ever wear underwear, saves us time when we have to do the washing. Look, you missed that door.” “Oh, I got distracted.” “That’s okay, it’s only a game. Talk to Dennis, or maybe Mandy now, about the underwear, there’s a roster on the notice board that will tell you what jobs you have to do and when.” “Okay, I’ll look at it later. So Jennifer, what’s it like not wearing knickers?” “Or a bra.” Jennifer replied, “It’s no different to wearing them. Well it is quicker when I get dressed or undressed.” “Don’t you worry about boys looking up your skirts?” “Naw, it’s no big deal. I’d be naked right now if you hadn’t been arriving today.” “And you don’t care about the boys seeing you?” “Naw, as I said, it’s no big deal and I can tease them at times and they always do whatever I ask them, like I told Tommy to show you how to play that game.” “A lot to take in, this place I mean?” “Yes it is.” “Don’t worry Ruth, there’s no rush, baby steps, as Dennis sometimes says.” “Yeah.” “Are you playing this game or just yapping?” Tommy said. “Okay, okay.” By the time the other kids got back Ruth was starting to relax and get used to things there. Jennifer introduced her to all the others with Dennis watching in the background. The ones who didn’t have jobs to do stayed in the lounge and talked to Ruth, quizzing her on her previous homes and frequently, the girls, accidentally giving her a glance up their skirts revealing their lack of knickers. Somehow Jane and Ann managed to keep their knees almost together. There was more quizzing of Ruth over the meal and Dennis had to put a halt to it saying that Ruth had gone through enough for one day so he told her about the extension and the holiday. Ruth asked if she was included and looked pleased when Dennis told her that of course she was included, she was now part of team Bright Sparks. Of course, some of the kids made a few very unrealistic suggestions for places to go then Ruth suggested going camping, telling everyone that one of her best weeks in one of her previous homes was spent camping on the coast of Cornwall. Dennis said that he liked that idea but they would discuss all the suggestions fully, and a team decision would be made one night during the next week. Just as the meal was coming to an end Ruth asked, “Do I have to hand in my knickers and bras?” “And your nightclothes.” Tommy added. Dennis answered her by saying, “Well all the others have, but there is no rush and if you don’t want to then that’s okay with me.” “Thank you Dennis, and if you girls want to walk around naked that’s okay with me, I’m honoured that you put clothes on for me today.” “Thank gawd for that.” Lucy said, stood up, pulled her top up and off then dropped her skirt. “That’s much better.” “You really like being naked?” Ruth asked. “Hell yes, I feel free and I don’t have to worry about getting my clothes dirty, skin is a lot easier to clean than clothes.” Lucy replied. “And these jerks do what I ask.” “Who are you calling a jerk?” William asked. “You dummy.” “Enough,” Dennis said, “or do you want me to spend the holiday money on a boxing ring?” “No,” Jennifer said, “I want to run barefoot on the sand and swim in the sea. Can you swim Ruth?” “One of the schools that I went to had swimming lessons but I couldn’t say that I’m a good swimmer.” “That’s okay Ruth, talking about schools, Wendy tells me that she’s enrolled you in the same school that this bunch go to, the school has a uniform, it’s not much but I’m guessing that you will need some new clothes. Can we go through the clothes that you have already got then go through the hand-me-downs. If you’re still short after that we’ll go into town and get whatever you need. Oh, you’ll need some PE kit as well, we’ve got a skirt for you but you may not want to wear that quite yet.” “Why, what’s wrong with it?” “Absolutely nothing, these girls look amazing in theirs.” Two of the girls said that they loved theirs. “Do all the girls at my new school wear skirts and not shorts for PE?” “No, but all our girls do and they prefer their skirts, in fact they always go to school in skirts as well.” “Oh, I suppose that I’ll get used to that.” Dennis wasn’t sure if Ruth had realised that it was skirts with no underwear, or not, but he wasn’t going to ask, not so soon after she had arrived. By that time the table had been cleared and those with kitchen duties had returned to the table, when Angela got back she saw that Lucy had stripped naked and she asked Dennis if it was okay for her to strip as well. He had nodded his head and Angela had stripped before sitting down. Ruth had watched her but had said nothing. “Can we go to the local Leisure Centre please Dennis?” William asked and his request was echoed by 3 more of the kids. “Well, there’s one big problem with that, none of you have a swimsuit, but I suppose that we could get some for you, you’ll be needing them for when we go on holiday wherever that is. Ann, Jane, can you go online as see what you can find, and make sure that the site can offer next day delivery.” Jane and Ann went to the 2 PCs that were to one side of the lounge and started looking for swimsuit. As soon as some images of girls in bikinis came onto the screens everyone went and gathered around, some of the boys commenting on which models they thought looked the best. After a while Jane said, “What about these Dennis, they do them in slightly different designs and different colours.” Dennis made his was through the kids to Jane and had a look. “Hmm,” Dennis said, “Not much material to those swimsuits, is there a picture of the back parts?” Jane did a few clicks and soon an image of a model wearing the thong bikini bottoms was on the screen. Dennis smiled and asked Jane to click backspace. She did, and this time Dennis looked at the bikini top and saw that the top consisted of 2 little triangles held in place with a couple of strings, the model’s nipples were tenting the obviously thin material and the girls areolas were clear to see. “So what do the rest of you girls think?” Dennis was happy to hear all the girls, and the boys agreeing that Dennis should get them for the girls. Meanwhile Dennis was imagining Mandy and the other girls wearing them and everyone around looking at them showing their areolas, nipples and camel-toes. The only voice that he didn’t hear was Ruth’s. “What do you think Ruth, your opinion counts.” “They’re a bit brief aren’t they?” “They’re supposed to be, they’re bikinis.” Lucy replied. Ruth thought for a few seconds then said, “Well if the other girls are wearing them then I guess that I will.” “Good girl.” Mike said. “Do they offer express delivery?” Dennis asked. Jane quickly checked and replied in the affirmative. “Okay Jane, move out of the way and I’ll order them. Ann, can you look for some swimming shorts for the boys.” Ann did, and quickly found some. “That was easy.” Ann soon said, “Can you tell me what sizes you want guys?” They did, and by the time that Dennis had completed the purchase of the bikinis, Ann had got 6 swimming shorts in the basket of the site. Ann moved off the chair and Dennis sat down and completed the purchase while everyone else went to the sofas and chairs and sat talking, mainly about what the girls would look like in the bikinis. Mandy went up to Dennis and said, “I won’t be able to go to the leisure centre with you, it will take days for this writing to wear off. Dennis put his arm round her and pulled her to him. “Don’t worry love, I’ll make sure that we don’t go until all the writing has gone.” Mandy’s smile came back and Dennis started thinking about Mandy in bed. “Okay guys, it’s near enough to bed time, off you go, and try to get full night’s sleep.” Dennis saw Mike smile, knowing what Dennis was referring to but knowing that his comments wouldn’t make any difference. Dennis continued, “Mandy, can you go up with Ruth and make sure that she’s got everything that she needs?” Mandy did, checking that Ruth had the necessary toiletries. When Ruth got back from the bathroom she told Mandy that the 2 girls in there were both naked and that there were 2 naked boys in there as well. “Yes, we aren’t bothered with segregation here, the boys have seen all of the girls naked many, many times and the girls see the boys naked every Thursday evening when they have their medical examinations.” “Oh yes, Dennis said something about a doctor coming here every Thursday, do we get examined with everyone else watching?” “Yes, on that medical couch in the lounge, and it has those stirrups so that us girls can get properly examined.” “You mean an internal exam?” “Yes.” “With the boys watching?” “Yes.” “Isn’t it embarrassing?” “It was for some of the girls the first time, but the doctor soon fixed that problem.” “Dare I ask how?” “He makes us cum and he’s good at it, better at it than your fingers, you do play with yourself don’t you Ruth?” “Yes I do, but only in bed on a night or a morning if I wake up early.” “Girl, you are in for some mind-blowing orgasms.” “Oh, I just never expected anything like this when they told me I was coming here.” “Dennis did tell you that this place was different to all the other homes. so are you ready to hand-over your underwear and sleepwear yet Ruth.” “No, well I suppose I could give you my bra, I never did like wearing it and I had to go without when I wanted to get it washed.” “Did you feel uncomfortable when you weren’t wearing it?” “No, it felt nice, I could breath properly.” “And it’s not like either of us really needs a bra, I feel sorry for girls with big boobs.” “I guess that it must be difficult for them.” As Ruth was saying that she took off her top and her bra. “What about your knickers, are you ready to part with those?” “Can I keep them a bit longer please, that’s a big step for me.” “Sure, you can keep them for as long as you like, for ever if you want to.” Ruth unfastened her skirt and let it drop revealing huge granny style knickers. “Do I take it that you didn’t choose your own knickers Ruth?” “I wish, I think that these belonged to the old woman that ran the last home that I was in.” “You sound like you will be glad to get rid of them.” “Yes, but I’m not happy to be without yet.” “You said ‘yet’ Ruth.” “I did didn’t I, it looks like I will get rid of them, but just not yet.” “Fair enough, are you going to sleep like that or have you got a nightie or pyjamas in that little bag of yours?” “No, I’ve had to sleep in bra and knickers in the last 3 homes that I’ve been in.” “Well this is a nice place, and just so long as you don’t start throwing wobblers there is no reason why you can’t stay here until you are 18. Even if you do throw a few wobblers Dennis has a way of fixing that.” “I think that I’d like that. Is that why Jane and Ann are being punished?” “Yes, but look at them now, they’re 2 very happy girls.” “Dennis does have a way with words doesn’t he? You said that he’s your boyfriend didn’t you?” “Yes he is.” “You’re a lucky girl Mandy.” “I know, and you’re a lucky girl to have been transferred here.” “I’m starting to realise that.” “Have you got an alarm clock Ruth?” “I haven’t even got a phone or a watch.” “Well don’t worry if you sleep through the other girls or boys alarms tomorrow, you’ve had quite a day so we don’t mind if you sleep late in the morning.” “Thank you Mandy.” “You are so welcome Ruth, goodnight.” “Goodnight Mandy.” Ruth said, then added, “I like it here.” Mandy went back downstairs and found Dennis doing a bit of tidying-up, she went up behind him and put her arms around him. “I think that Ruth is going to be okay.” Mandy said, “she’s got a nice little body under that long skirt and blouse.” “Seen it have you Mandy?” “Most of if. Shall I tell her that you will help her shaving?” “Seen her bush have you?” “No, but her hair was making a little bulge under her granny knickers.” “Don’t rush her Mandy, let her decide when she wants to start being naked.” “She’s already ditched her bra, I dumped in in the trash.” “Good girl, but don’t rush her.” “Will you take me to your bed and fuck me please?” “No, bend over the table.” “You’re going to fuck me on the table where we all eat?” “Yes I am, and when the kids go back to school I’m going to fuck you in every room, and outside as well.” “Umph.” Mandy replied as Dennis’ cock buried itself deep inside her. The next morning all the girls, except Ruth came down to breakfast totally naked, Jane looking as if she’d been fucking all night. Ruth was wearing the same clothes as the previous day. “You look silly with all that writing on you Mandy,” Ruth said. “Yes I do, but it has starting to fade, Dennis gave me a bit of a scrub earlier.” Soon everyone was there and breakfast was served. “This is a bit weird,” Ruth said, “I’ve never sat at a table with naked people.” “You’ll get used to it.” Mandy told her. Then Dennis spoke, “Right everyone, the sun is shining so I think that we should have another PE session, you’ve got to keep fit and you need to keep those joint working to their max, I’m sure that you girls want to keep being able to lift your legs above your heads. I’ve got to sort out a few things with Ruth straight after breakfast then we’ll meet out the back at 11:00 am. Stretching exercises then jogging to the park, but this time after we stop at the kids play area everyone WILL jog back here. If you then want to go back and meet any of your friends you can do that after you’ve had a shower, I’m not having smells kids representing Bright Sparks.” Ruth turned to Mandy and said, “I haven’t got a PE kit or trainers, what shall I wear? I suppose I could run barefoot, it wouldn’t be the first time.” “When did you do that?” Mandy asked. “At one school that I went to the kids were made to do PE barefoot if they forgot their trainers, even when we did outdoor sports or cross country runs.” “I might try that, but don’t worry about what to wear, Dennis will giver you your PE skirt and sort some a top and trainers for you. You won’t have to run to the park naked although some of the girls would if Dennis let them.” “Would you Mandy?” “If Dennis asked me to, yes I would.” “I didn’t have a shower this morning, there was a boy in the bathroom so I just washed my face and cleaned my teeth.” “Hey, don’t worry about the boys, they won’t harm you.” “It wasn’t that, I just had my knickers on and he was looking at my chest.” “You don’t want to worry about that, you’ll soon get used to the boys looking at you, it’s nice that they look at you, if you were big and fat they wouldn’t. If you want I’ll come with you to have a shower with you after we’ve been out jogging.” “Would you?” “Sure.” “Thank you Mandy.” After breakfast Dennis called for Ruth and he took her to the storeroom where the spare clothes are stored on one of the shelves. She didn’t see both Jane and Ann sit on one of the sofas and spread their knees as wide as they could. They were alone in the storeroom, something that Dennis knew shouldn’t really happen but he trusted her and he was pretty sure that she trusted him. “So what clothes have you got Ruth?” Dennis asked. “Only what I’m wearing.” “Okay, we’ll soon fix that, right, where shall we start, tops? Now let me see.” Dennis rummaged through the pile of tops and pulled out 2, both would be a tight fit on Ruth and both were made of thin material so thin that he was expecting to see the shape of her nipples bulging out. “Try these Ruth.” “Here?” “Yes, why not?” “No reason I guess.” Dennis pretended to rummage through the pile some more as he used his peripheral vision to watch Ruth who unbuttoned her blouse and took it of. Dennis felt his cock move in his trousers as a cute little tit came into view. Mentally he was comparing it to Mandy’s that are slightly bigger, but Mandy’s nipples are even bigger. One top was pulled on the Ruth said, “How do I look?” “Sorry that there isn’t a mirror in here but you look great. You’ll have all the boys chasing you.” Ruth blushed. It was like Dennis expected, material clinging to her tits and bulges where her nipples were. “Do you want that one Ruth?” “Yes please.” “Try the other one.” Ruth shyness was obviously starting to go away because she just grabbed the hem of the top and pulled it up and off, still with Dennis looking at her. “I like the colour of this one.” She said as her tits slowly got covered. “I do too, how does it feel?” “Soft, like it’s not there.” Dennis resisted the urge to say, “Well stop wearing anything then.” and actually said, “Well skin certainly isn’t that colour, unless you are an alien.” Ruth laughed. “So do you want to keep that one as well?” “Can I?” “Yes, and 2 more.” Dennis pulled 2 more out of the pile, both tight and slightly see-through. He remembered seeing Ann in one of them when he first started there and wondered how the old couple who ran the place then let her get away with it. He’d been able to clearly see Ann’s tits in all their glorious detail, and now he was looking at Ruth’s tits in all their glorious detail; and Ruth liked the top. He wondered if she realised just how see-through it was. “You’ve got good taste in girl’s tops Dennis.” Ruth said as she pulled the last top on. “Thank you, now how about some skirts, and you’ll need a school skirt as well. Let’s see what we’ve got in this pile.” Dennis pulled out a school skirt and held it up. “How about this one?” “It looks a bit short.” “The girls at the school here wear their skirts short, try it on.” Ruth unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. “Not very flattering knickers Ruth, I take it that they weren’t your choice.” “No.” Ruth pulled up the skirt and said that it was okay. “Most of the girls, especially our girls, roll the waist band of their skirts to make them shorter.” “Won’t that mean that their knickers are showing?” “No, our girls don’t wear knickers, remember?” “Oh yes,,,,, oh.” “Okay, that’s a school skirt, now lets look for some others.” Dennis deliberately pulled out a miniskirt that was made of thin material and would be tight on even Ruth. She took off the school skirt and shimmied into the new skirt. “Short steps in this skirt, but it feels nice.” Ruth said. “It looks nice on you except that I’m not sure that you should have that skirt Ruth, it gives you a huge VKL.” “What’s a VKL?” “Visible knicker line.” “I could always take them off.” “That’s up to you Ruth.” Ruth did, giving Dennis a quick glimpse of a few blonde hairs as she shimmied the skirt up to her waist, pulled her knickers down then shimmied the skirt back down. “Is that better Dennis?” “Much, you look really good in it. It goes really well with that top. Now, one skirt isn’t enough, lets see what we’ve got.” He pulled out 2 more skirts and held out the first one for Ruth who started shimmying out of the tight skirt. She’d already stepped out of her granny knickers and she turned to Dennis to get the next skirt bottomless. “Getting there.” Dennis thought as Ruth stepped into the skirt and Dennis’ eyes went to her sparse blonde pubes, and he could see her slit through them. “What do you think Dennis?” It was a denim miniskirt and there was no way that she could sit down without flashing anyone in front of her. “Denim always looks good on a girl.” Ruth smiled and took the skirt off. She bent over slightly to put the denim skirt on the growing pile of her now clothes, giving Dennis a view of her cute little butt. Then she turned and took the other skirt from Dennis’ hand. She no longer seemed to care that she was giving Dennis a great view of her bottomless as she pulled the skirt up and fastened it. It was a flared skirt made of silky material and when it was fastened she slid a hand down her stomach, let go, and said, “It feels like I haven’t got a skirt on.” “You like it then?” “Yes I do.” “Then it’s yours Ruth, next, dresses, the weather is getting nice so you’ll need a couple of summer dresses.” He moved along the shelf then rummaged through a pile of dresses. Out came 2 and he held out one for Ruth to put on. “I guess that I should take these off before putting a dress on.” “It would help, I can’t see you wearing those under a dress.” Ruth was soon standing naked in front of Dennis and he felt a stirring in his trousers. She put the first dress on and he had to admit that she looked good, really good. “That suits you Ruth, I can just see you dancing around in a grassy meadow.” “I don’t know about that, but it does feel nice, a bit strange with nothing on underneath, but nice.” “You’ll soon forget about the lack of underwear, all the other girls tell me that they often forget.” Ruth smiled and started unbuttoning the dress. It was soon off and she bent over to put it on the pile then put the other summer dress on. It too was light cotton that buttoned up the front. This one was shorter, short enough to be called a micro-dress. “This one feels softer Dennis. Do you think that it’s a bit too short?” “No, not at all, it’s not shorter than the ones that the other girls wear,” which was true. “Can I have it please?” “Of course you can Ruth, you’ll wow the boys wearing that.” Ruth blushed again. “Lastly, PE kit, trainers, skirt and a top. The skirt is easy, all our girls wear one of these.” He said passing Ruth one of the PE skirts that he’d bought. “Try it on, it will adjust to fit you.” It did, Ruth taking the dress of, folding it and adding it to the pile first. She wrapped the skirt around her waist then pressed the velcro fastening. “The girls here wear these for PE? Without knickers?” “Yes, and they say that they love their gymnastics classes.” Ruth thought for a second then said, “Okay, what about a top?” “Easy, this polo is the school’s recommended colour.” Dennis passed her the polo shirt and she slipped it on. The well washed material clinging to the front of her pointy little tits with tenting nipples. “Sorted, that just leaves trainers, what size shoes do you wear?” “Three.” “Hmm, let me see. Can’t find any size 3, try these.” Ruth sat on one of the plastic crates and took her black flats off. She had to lift each leg in turn to get the trainers on, and as she did so she accidentally gave Dennis an eyeful of her pussy. Dennis was still staring at her crotch when she said, “They’re a bit tight, but I guess that they’ll do.” Dennis snapped out of his trance, somehow managing to have heard what she had said. “Let me have a look.” He knelt in front of her and lifted one of her feet onto his thigh. As he looked at her foot he also looked right up her leg to her pussy. He felt another stirring in his trousers. “Hmm, yes they are. Tell you what, take those for now, and tomorrow, you and me will go into town and get you a new pair. I know a shop that measures feet so that you can get the right size. I think that right fitting shoes are important when feet are still growing, they stop the feet getting deformed.” “Thank you Dennis, she lifted her foot and put it back of then floor, then when both of them had got to their feet she hugged him, telling him that he was ‘the best’ and that she had, at last, found a home that she was going to be happy at.” “You’re not the only one that’s happy kiddo.” Dennis thought. “I’m happy for you Ruth, it’s already a pleasure having you in our team. Now go and put that lot in your wardrobe or drawers then come on back down, it’s exercise time.” As they walked out of the room Dennis noticed that she had left her knickers on the floor. He said nothing. As they went through the lounge everyone else was there, The girls were all naked and the boys were only wearing their PE shorts. “We’re all ready and waiting for you 2, what have you been doing in there?” Jane said. Dennis smirked then said, “Everyone outside and on the grass, Ruth, as quick as you can.” Dennis saw Ruth running up the stairs and Mandy coming to stand next to him. They watched everyone go through the door then Mandy turned to him, pressed her naked body against him and kissed him. “More later.” She said as he slapped her bare butt and told her to get a move on. Outside, everyone went to roughly the same places that they had been the last time and Jane and Ann started doing the exercises. Again, the girls managing to do what Jane and Ann were doing and the boys, and Dennis, struggled. When Ruth came out she just stopped and stared. In front of her were 6 naked girls balancing on one foot with the other foot high in the air. She had to laugh when she saw some of the pathetic attempts of the boys to copy the girls. The thing was, Ruth had taken off her PE top and the trainers, and was just wearing her PE skirt. “I thought that I might get a bit hot.” She said to Dennis as she walked passed him to a vacant piece of turf near Dennis, and tried to copy Jane. She succeeded as Dennis found out when he lost his balance and toppled over towards Ruth. She laughed as she stayed still, Dennis looking up at her spread pussy, as expected, the PE skirt doing nothing to hide her pussy and butt, Dennis wondering how she’d cope in the school PE lessons. Different exercises went on for about 20 minutes until Dennis admitted defeat and announced that it was time to go jogging, He told everyone to go and put their PE kit on and meet outside the front. Dennis and Mandy went up to the flat and as Mandy was wrapping her PE skirt around her waist he cupped her pussy and eased a finger onside her. She orgasmed almost before he had the chance to waggle his finger and she licked his finger dry when he put it to her mouth. He knew that she was going to ask him to fuck her so he told her to get a move on and turned to walk out. “Spoilsport.” She said as he opened the door. Outside the front Dennis saw Ruth talking to Jennifer, Ruth wearing the PE clothes that Dennis had given her. He wondered if she’d gone and retrieved her knickers but thought no more about it as he was sure that he’s find out very soon. “Okay ladies and gentlemen. First checkpoint at the gates to the park, and remember it is not a race. GO.” Fourteen runners set off with the same speed merchants out in front and rapidly disappearing down the road and Dennis and Mandy pulling up the rear. Dennis noting that Ruth was just in front of him, her little skirt bouncing up to give him glimpses of the fact that she hadn’t gone and retrieved her knickers. At the park gate some of the girls and boys were again bent over with their hand on their knees, Dennis smiled as he surveyed the bare girl’s butts framing their, mostly, wet pussies. “Next checkpoint is the kids play area but remember that we aren’t stopping there for long, and I’ll be counting heads so none of you disappear into the bushes with any of your friends that might be there. “Still time for a quickie if we run fast.” Dennis just heard Jennifer say and Ann add, “These skirts make it so much easier.” “What are they talking about?” Ruth asked as we started jogging. Dennis replied, “The play area is a meeting place for some of our team members and the local kids, they go off into the bushes and have sex.” “And you let them?” “I can’t stop them but at least I can stop the girls getting pregnant and they have plenty of condoms that will stop them catching anything nasty. Oh, did anyone tell you Ruth, one of the drawers in the lounge has lots of condoms and tampons, help yourself to as many as you need. Maybe a good idea to keep a few in your room Ruth.” “Wow, I never thought that I’d hear a care home manager say anything like that.” “Bright Sparks isn’t your normal care home is it?” “You’re not joking, I love it here, well there.” When we got to the play area both Jane and Ann were sat on the roundabout on a boys lap, and the boy’s jeans were down by their ankles. When Jane saw Dennis she said, “You only told us not to go into the bushes Dennis.” Dennis just shook his head sideways then said, “Okay, next checkpoint at the gates out of the park. Hang on a minute, where’s Jennifer?” “Behind the playhouse.” Tommy said. “Right you 6,” Dennis said loudly, “we’ll meet you at the gates, don’t make us wait.” As they jogged on, Ruth said, “You’re not going to punish them?” “No, technically they didn’t go against what I said.” “But they were fucking in a public park.” “Did you see anyone upset or complaining?” “No.” “Then no harm was done.” “Wow, Bright Sparks really is different, if that had happened in my last home they would have been made to strip and would have been spanked until they couldn’t sit down.” “Boys and girls?” “Yes, and it hurt like hell.” “So you got spanked then.” “Yes I did, after my tantrums and smashing things.” “More than once then?” “Yes, lots of times.” “And they stripped you?” “Each time.” “I’ve heard that some girls get turned on and sometimes have an orgasm when they get spanked, did that happen to you Ruth?” Dennis asked. “No, but it did make my pussy tingle.” “My pussy is tingling right now.” Mandy added. “So is mine.” Ruth said. “I think that it’s a combination of those skirts not completely covering you and the wind rushing passed your uncovered pussy.” Dennis said, does that make sense to you two?” “It does” Ruth replied, “and when we we were doing those exercises I was really horny.” “Try it without the skirt.” Mandy said. “I will, and I’m going naked every time that the other girls do. It might just make my pussy tingle all the time and I’ll like that.” “It will,” Mandy replied, “I’ve never felt so horny for so long since the oldies left and Dennis took over.” Just as they approached the gate. Jane, Ann and Jennifer came running passed them. “Beat you boss.” Jennifer said not looking at Dennis because she was bent over, hands on knees and skirt way up her butt. “Okay girls,” Dennis said, “you got me there but you knew what I meant. You know that I can’t encourage you having sex with anyone whilst you are in my care. It could get me busted and locked up, and then what would happen to you. Just think next time please.” All 3 girls, and the 3 boys who had finally caught up, apologised then said that they would. “Right, back home now, if any of you get there before me you know where the key is.” “How are your feet doing Ruth?” Dennis asked as they started jogging again. “They’ll survive but I’ll be waggling my toes a lot when we get back.” “Mandy,” Dennis said. “I’m taking Ruth into town tomorrow to get her some new trainers. I’ll be leaving you in charge.” “Can you get me a mobile so that I can get hold of you if I need to?” Mandy asked. “Good idea, but tomorrow you can use the landline if you have to.” “I can.” They got back to find the front door wide open and when they went upstairs they found all the kids, except Ruth who had stayed back with them, naked and in or waiting to get in the showers. While they were there Ruth went to her room and came back totally naked to join the queue. “You’re going to have to get rid of that lot Ruth.” Tommy said pointing to Ruth’s pubic hair. “I know, have YOU learnt how to shave yet Tommy?” Tommy hadn’t needed to start shaving yet and he was a bit embarrassed by Ruth’s remark. “Dennis is great at shaving pussies.” Mandy said, “he can help you if you want.” “Would you, give me some tips, I don’t want to damage anything.” “He won’t.” “I don’t think that that’s a good idea.” Dennis said. “Please Dennis?” “Well okay, but you have to be there as well Mandy.” “Okay, and you can show her how good you are at making a girl happy, but the doctor is better, you’ll find out on Thursday Ruth.” “Oh, okay then, I think.” “Shall we go and come back when there’s no on else here?” Ruth asked. “Good idea.” Dennis said. “You need a shave Ruth.” the naked Mike said as he walked passed the 3 of them, his semi swinging as he walked. “He’s naked.” Ruth said. “So are you Ruth.” Dennis added then continued, “I’ll go to my flat and have a shower then come back.” “The 3 of us could go to the flat.” Mandy said. Dennis nodded his head in the direction of the flat and all 3 turned and walked there. As soon as Mandy was through the door she turned and kissed Dennis. When the kiss broke he just said. “No, not whilst we have a guest.” “You two can fuck if you want, I’ve seen people fucking before.” “No, it wouldn’t be right, you 2 girls shower and I’ll go and get some shaving things for Ruth.” The 2 girls headed for the shower and Dennis went to get the things. When he got back he saw them in the shower. Ruth was using a scrubbing brush on Mandy’s writing and drawings. “That will get painful, you should just leave it to go on it’s own.” “I don’t want to miss the leisure centre.” “You won’t, I promise.” “Are we really going to wear those bikinis Dennis, they didn’t look big enough to cover my bush.” “Then it’s a good job that you won’t have one in 10 minutes. Come on, get dried and get on the bed.” They did, and Ruth climbed on, spreading her legs in anticipation. “Use the scissors to trim most of it off Mandy.” Dennis ordered. Mandy did, and either accidentally or on purpose, she kept running the back of one of her fingers on Ruth’s clit causing her to moan. Mandy took her time and kept up the accidents until Ruth suddenly said, “I’m cumming.” And she did, her little body shaking and jerking with the convulsions. “Oh my gawd,” Ruth said when she was able, did I really just cum, in the manager’s flat with him and his girlfriend watching. I’m so sorry, I should go.” “No you don’t my girl, you came here for help shaving and help you are going to get. Mandy, move over the squeeze some of that gel on your hand and rub it on Ruth.” She did and Ruth started moaning again. “That’s soo nice.” “You just hold it young lady, we don’t want this to take all afternoon.” Somehow Ruth managed to hold it right until Dennis said that he was finished, then as he gave her pussy a last gentle pat another orgasm exploded out of her. “Oh gawd, that was the best.” She finally said. Mandy smiled and said, “Wait until Thursday.” “Okay Ruth, you’re done, now off you go either to your room or to find the others, I’m sure that they’ll let you join in whatever it is that you are doing. Mandy and I have things to do.” Ruth smiled, guessing what ‘things’ Dennis and Mandy had to do, then left. “Will she tell them?” Mandy asked when the door closed. “I doubt it, but at least you can say that I wasn’t touching her when she orgasmed. Now on your back girl and spread them wide, you have some stubble that has to go.” She did and they did. About 45 minutes later Dennis went downstairs to find that most of the kids were outside sunbathing and talking, Ruth included. All the girls were totally naked and the boys just wearing shorts. He left them to it and took Mandy to his office where he gave her the extension documentation to read saying, “I know that it’s a lot of reading but you need to know what it says and I need to know if you have any issues with any of it, or any suggestions for improvement.” “Can I take it outside and sit in the sum while I read it please Dennis?” “Sure, why not.” When Dennis went out to remind those who had jobs to do, he saw that Ruth appeared to be fitting-in with the gang. Like the other girls she was sunbathing with her legs spread wide and didn’t show any signs of embarrassment because the boys were all laying on their stomachs at the girls feet. Later on he again went out to tell everyone that food was ready and was a little surprised to see the girls doing their stretches exercises again, this time standing very close to the boys. When he went to Mandy he found that she had fallen asleep and wondered if she had found the reading too boring for her. Dennis was again pleased to see Ruth contributing to the conversations and adding her little stories of her past when appropriate. Mike was one of those who’s job it was to clear-up and when he and Dennis were stood next to each other in the kitchen he said, “She’s alright that Ruth.” “Yes she is, did she tell you all how she gave everyone the impression that she was going to be a ‘challenge’ to us?” “She did, poor kid. Don’t worry boss we’ll be gentle with her.” Dennis wasn’t quite sure what Mike meant by that but he wasn’t worried, he could trust all of the boys to not hurt any of the girls. When it was time to go to bed Dennis sent Mandy up to make sure that Ruth was okay. She found her in the shower, curtain open with 2 boys at the sinks in front of her. There was no way that she couldn’t have known that the boys kept looking in the mirrors in front of them to watch her showering. Mandy went to Ruth’s room to wait for her and when she got there they had a chat, Mandy being convinced that Ruth was happy. Ruth rolled up her duvet, putting in the wardrobe saying that she didn’t need it because it was so warm in there. Ruth was flat on her back, still totally naked, when Mandy left her. She was still like that, as were all the girls, when Dennis did his rounds about an hour later. So was Mandy when he got back to his flat and it was at least an hour later when they finally got to sleep. ******

Becky's Adventures Becky’s Adventures Part 1 “Hey girl, whatcha doin?” “Bex! I thought you were out with Brian,” Liz answered. “We had a huge fight. Wanna get a pizza?” Becky answered. “Sure. My ‘rents are gone for the night. Come on over. I want to hear all about this fight!” “Brian is such a jerk. He called me a slut and dumped me!” Becky answered. “Just now? What was the fight about and why does he think you’re a slut?” Liz asked excitedly. “He said my skirt was too short and I looked like a slut. It went downhill from there.” “Wow! I never heard a guy complain about that before! There must be more to it than that,” Liz said. “There is, but he didn’t know about it. I’ll tell you when I get there,” Becky said. “I just left his house. Be there in 5.” Liz closed her phone. She couldn’t wait to hear about her friend’s fight. Becky didn’t dress slutty and even if she did, she couldn’t imagine an 18 year old boy complaining about it. She felt bad for her friend. Becky and Brian had been dating since Spring. Now, just 2 weeks into summer vacation after their senior year, neither one had a boyfriend. It wasn’t turning out to be the summer they had imagined. She didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. Becky was at the door. “Wow! That must be the skirt Brian and you were arguing about. That’s super short! I’ve never seen you wear that before,” Liz said as Becky came in the door. “It’s new. I bought it last week as a birthday present to myself. Mom hates it but now that I’m 18 she can’t stop me. I can wear anything I want,” Becky said. “Damn girl! Don’t take this the wrong way, but you do kinda look like a slut in that. Where do you even buy a skirt that short?” Liz asked, looking at her friend in amazement. “Well, I got it at the mall but I kinda had it shortened a little,” Becky said with a blush. “A little? Does it even cover your ass? Turn around and let me see,” Liz said. Becky did a twirl for her. “Geez, Bex. You must have bought a thong, too,” Liz laughed. Becky’s skirt was a fraction of an inch too short to cover her butt. “Nope, commando! And if Brian wasn’t such a jerk he could be having a lot of fun right now,” Becky answered. “You are not commando under that skirt!” “I am so. Brian started in on me the minute he saw me and he doesn’t even know there’s nothing but me under the skirt,” Becky said as she took off her windbreaker. “And no bra, either. Brian is right! You are a slut!” Liz laughed. “What were you planning for tonight?” “Look, I’ve been dating Brian for two months and he’s barely made a move on me. He’s felt me up, like, twice since we started going out. I wanted to have sex but that’s not why I dressed like this,” Becky said. “No? So exactly why did you dress like a slut, then?” Liz asked. “Promise you won’t tell everyone?” Becky asked. Liz nodded. “Ok, this is gonna sound weird. I have this fantasy of showing off a little. I’ve been reading about it on the ‘Net…you know, about being an exhibitionist? Well, I wanted to try it out but I wanted to do it with Brian.” Becky waited for her friend’s reaction. “So, you wanted to exhibit yourself to Brian? Don’t tell me he’s never seen you naked!” Liz said. “He hasn’t. But it wasn’t him I wanted to show off to. I wanted him to be with me. I can’t just walk around in public by myself dressed like this!” Becky explained. “So you are a slut! You wanted, like, regular people to see you like this?” “I am not a slut. I’m 18 and I’ve slept with 4 guys. How does that make me a slut?” Becky asked. “Well, you’re dressed like a slut,” Liz said with a laugh. “OK, maybe you should look at the web sites I’ve been hitting. Maybe that will explain it. Got your laptop handy?” Becky asked. Liz headed into her bedroom to get her laptop. When she came out Becky was sitting on the couch drinking a Diet Coke. “Woah, I can see you weren’t lying about going commando,” Liz laughed. “Looks like you shaved carefully, too.” “Don’t get all lezzie on me. The whole point of wearing a skirt this short without panties is that showing can’t be helped. Give me the laptop and I’ll show you that other chicks think this is fun, too,” Becky said. Becky pulled up a couple of sites with dares and stories of women exhibitionists. She handed the laptop to Liz. Becky flipped on the stereo while Liz read from the sites. After about 15 minutes she bookmarked the sites and closed the laptop. “So, have you done any of these dares or any of the stuff in these stories?” Liz asked. “No, but I was planning to…with Brian. He freaked out before I could even say anything.” “So, what were you planning, exactly?” Liz asked. She was getting interested in this. “Well, some of the stuff in the dares is pretty wild. I was going to do the basics first before I tried any of the wild stuff,” Becky answered. “Don’t make me read those sites right now. What are the basics?” Liz asked. She had never known this side of her best friend existed. “You know, basic stuff like wearing a really short skirt in public, riding naked in the car, having a pizza delivered naked, doing the drive-through naked, posing for pictures naked…that kind of stuff.” Becky explained. “Wow! You’re gonna do all that stuff? That’s awesome!” Liz exclaimed. “I was but that was before my boyfriend turned out to be such a pussy. I can’t do this stuff alone. It’s too dangerous,” Becky said bitterly. “Does doing this stuff make you horny?” Liz asked. “I haven’t really done any of it yet but I’ve been going through tons of batteries since I found those web sites,” Becky answered with a laugh. “I guess I’ll have to keep fantasizing until I find another boyfriend.” “Well, I can help you with it,” Liz said. She held her breath waiting for her friend’s reaction. “Um, look, I, um, I know we kissed a couple months ago, but I don’t really know if I’m into girls. I told you if I decided to try it you’d be the first to know…”Becky let her sentence hang. “Yeah, and I told you I knew I liked girls and you know we could be in bed right now. I also said I wouldn’t push you and I haven’t and I’m not pushing you now. You obviously want to do this and I think it would be fun to watch. If you were doing it with Brian, wouldn’t some other girls see you, like at the drive-through? Just because I’ll enjoy seeing you naked shouldn’t have anything to do with anything. I can help you do this and keep you safe,” Liz said. “Yeah, you’re right. I still don’t know if I’m going to do any of it. The thought of it makes me horny but it’s still really embarrassing. It took me about an hour to get up the nerve to walk out of the house in this outfit. I was hoping Brian would be into it and would encourage me, you know, give me a push into doing it. Do you think he’s gay?” “How would I know? I’m not even sure if I’m gay! Let’s not talk about Brian. I’d rather talk about you doing the basics. Are you gonna let me help you?” Liz asked. “Well, I really was stoked for this and I am dressed for it. Why not? Let’s do it,” Becky said. “Awesome. Just one thing…the basics…the things you wanted to start with? Well, all but one of them is done naked. So, you’re not really dressed for it but it looks like you could be easily enough.” Liz couldn’t help laughing at her friend. “What did you have in mind?” Becky asked. She was suddenly not sure she was ready for this. “Well, you mentioned something about pizza earlier and that is on your list of basics. Why don’t you get out of those clothes and I’ll get my camera. We can order pizza and get the whole posing for naked pictures one out of the way while we wait for it to get here.” “You want me to strip naked? Now?” Becky asked, suddenly embarrassed and trying to stall for time. “Bex, is there any other way you can be an exhibitionist?” Liz laughed. “OK, wait till I get my camera and we can get some pictures of your clothes coming off!” In a flash Liz was off getting her camera from her room. Becky was very embarrassed at the thought of taking her clothes off. She knew she would be and had told herself she just needed to get through it. She wasn’t prepared for it, though. Her heart was pounding and she could feel a knot in her stomach. She didn’t have much time to think about it, though. Before she knew it, Liz was standing there with the camera. In fact, she had already taken a picture and was aiming a second. Becky knew the pictures would show that she wasn’t wearing anything under her tiny skirt. “OK, Bex, strip!” Liz commanded with a laugh. Becky was blushing deeply as she stood up, took a deep breath, and peeled off her blouse. Without pausing she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. Liz was taking pictures non-stop. “Shoes, too?” Becky asked. “Um, no, leave ‘em on. They look good on you. Let’s see that butt,” Liz said. For the next several minutes Liz directed Becky into pose after pose as she took pictures. After getting her front and back, standing, sitting, and walking, Liz suggested some explicit poses. At first, Becky balked at this but Liz insisted. “Come on, Bex. If you’ve ever looked at naked pictures in magazines or on the ‘Net, you know they always include some spread shots. You can’t have naked pictures without ‘em.” Reluctantly at first, and with a full body blush, Becky spread her legs. Liz was busy with the camera and kept encouraging her. By the time they were done, Liz had snapped dozens of pictures of Becky with her legs open, legs up, and even a couple with her legs up over her head. When she was done, about half of the pictures she had taken showed Becky with her legs apart. Becky had gotten over the shock of posing nude for her friend. It was still awkward for her to be sitting totally naked with her fully clothed friend as Liz began transferring the pictures to her laptop. She had filled her camera memory card. It took a few minutes to get the pictures transferred but soon the girls were looking at a slide show of Becky’s nude photos. Liz had taken 60 pictures. In most of them Becky looked terribly embarrassed but in the last few, she looked like she was enjoying herself. “Oh my gawd!” Becky said. “Those pictures are so embarrassing!” “Well, I can tell posing made you horny,” Liz laughed. “Look here,” she said as she pulled up one of the shots of Becky with her legs spread. Her arousal was evident. “You may be embarrassed, but you can see how hot this makes you. I’d call this a success!” “All right! I admit it. That made me horny,” Beck said. “Now what?” “Well, we ought to be able to get you through all the basics tonight. Ready to order that pizza?” Liz asked. “All the basics tonight? I don’t know. And I’m not real hungry at the moment,” Becky answered. “Bex, you’re just nervous about the pizza guy seeing you naked. You can do it. You’ll be fine,” Liz encouraged her. “That’s easy for you to say! You have clothes on,” Becky said. “Yeah, but you’re the exhibitionist. It’s way cool having you hang out naked. Now, how about mushrooms?” Liz answered. “Mushrooms?” “On your pizza, silly,” Liz answered. She picked up the phone. While she was ordering the pizza Becky reached for her clothes. “Bex, you might as well stay naked. No sense getting dressed now just to strip again when the pizza gets here.” She turned her attention back to the phone. “Liz! Shut up! They’ll hear you!” Becky said. Liz finished with the order and hung up. She was laughing. “Oops! I think he’s gonna deliver our pizza personally. Now, let’s talk about what you’re going to do when he gets here.” “What do you mean?” Becky asked. She couldn’t help noticing how much Liz was getting into this. “Well, it would be pointless to have you all naked and then hiding behind the door. Here, let’s do this.” She took a twenty out of her purse and put it on the kitchen table. “OK, when he comes, you open the door wide, take the pizza and put it here,” she said, pointing to the coffee table. “Then, you walk back to the door, find out how much it is, then walk to the kitchen, get the money, walk back to the door, give him the money and get your change. No covering up and no trying to make this look like an accident. You need to exhibit yourself to him,” Liz said. “Wow! And what are you going to be doing while I’m parading around naked for this guy?” Becky answered. “Taking pictures, of course,” Liz laughed. Becky looked longingly at her clothes piled up on the couch. She was feeling very self-conscious about her nudity and was thinking about getting dressed for the wait for the pizza. Liz saw the look and scooped up Becky’s clothes. “I’ll just put these away for now so you won’t be tempted.” Liz took several more pictures of Becky while they waited for the pizza to arrive. Becky was nervous, anxious, embarrassed, and horny. Liz wasn’t making the situation any better. She was horny watching her best friend naked and also couldn’t stop laughing at what Becky was about to do. All too soon, the doorbell rang. Becky's Adventures Part 2 “Show time!” Liz squealed as she grabbed the camera. Becky felt her skin flush as she made her way to the door. Taking a deep breath she opened the door wide, fully exposing herself to the pizza guy. His eyes went wide and he broke into a huge grin. Becky stood there fighting the urge to cover up. After an awkward moment she took the pizza and walked it over to the table. She walked back to the door and told the guy she’d be right back with the money. She felt like a total slut as she walked into the kitchen for the money. The feeling intensified as she slowly walked back to the door, giving the delivery guy a prolonged, full frontal view of her nudity. He grinned but didn’t say anything. After a full minute of fumbling for her change, he stammered his thanks and began walking away from the door, never taking his eyes off Becky. She stood at the doorway letting him look as long as he wanted. Finally, she closed the door and burst out laughing. “Oh my gawd, Bex! That was freaking awesome!” Liz said “Oh my gawd! Did you see that? I was, like, totally naked right in front of that guy! He saw everything! Did you see his pants bulge? That was totally cool!” Becky said, flush with excitement. “I want to see these pictures before we eat!” Liz said excitedly. Becky’s adrenaline was flowing and she couldn’t even think about eating at the moment. She paced around the room while Liz downloaded the pictures. Liz got 23 pictures of the exhibitionism. About half showed the delivery guys shocked face and Becky’s nude body in the same frame. The girls commented on the pictures for a while before they sat down to eat their pizza. Becky felt self-conscious as she ate in the nude but didn’t mention it. She was too excited to eat and only had one piece. “Come on, nudey girl! There’s plenty of pizza here. Eat something, will ya?” Liz said. “I’m too hyper to eat. I’ll get some later. I still can’t believe I was so naked like, right in front of that guy! What a rush!” “So, you ready for more of the basics?’ Liz asked with a grin. “Yeah, I don’t want to stop know. What do you have in mind?” Becky asked. “Well, you’ve done 2 of the things you mentioned, which leaves naked in the car, wearing your short skirt in public, and naked in the drive-through. Why don’t we do them all?” “All of them, right now?” Becky asked. “Sure, why not? Then we’ll have them all out of the way. I’m gonna read those websites tonight and get some ideas and then the real fun can start!” Liz answered. “I was thinking it would take all summer to get through the basics. This is so cool, though. I’m really looking forward to trying some of the stuff on those web sites. So, how do we do this?” Becky said. “Hmm, how about this? We’ll get you dressed, go to the mall for a bit to cover the short skirt in public thing, then head to the drive-through. You can strip in the car at the mall and that will cover the naked in the car and drive-through. Your basics will be done and we can talk about the rest of the stuff you want to do when we get home.” “Oh gawd, this is so embarrassing!” Becky said, hesitating to agree with the plan Liz made. “Bex, you’ve been naked for an hour and you don’t seem at all embarrassed. Ok, you look embarrassed when the pizza guy got here, but you must have loved it since you keep talking about it. Let’s just do this!” Liz encouraged. “I am embarrassed, whether I look it or not. It feels weird to be naked and everything else is normal. It’s OK, though. It’s hard to explain but I kinda like it. Plus, it’s really making me horny,” Becky answered. “You should try it!” “Um, no thanks. I’ll take my clothes off for you in the bedroom if you want. I can’t see myself just wandering around naked. But I’m glad you enjoy it. I love seeing you naked and since I’m supposed to be encouraging you with your new hobby, I’m hoping to see you naked a lot. Besides, it will be easier to get into your pants if you’re not wearing any,” Liz said with a laugh. “I really am enjoying it and I do want you to encourage me, so feel free to try and get me out of my clothes any time you want. As far as the bedroom thing goes...well, let’s just say I know you want to do it with me but I’m still not sure I want to go there. I like it when you hit on me, though. I’m not ready to do the whole lezzie thing just yet, but I might get there,” Becky said. She had spoken honestly but was a little surprised by her admission none the less. “That’s awesome, Bex. It sounds like you just opened the door for me. Don’t worry, I understand the whole ‘no means no’ thing. And I’m definitely gonna try to get you naked often,” Liz said. “Um, Liz, let’s um, I mean, let’s just say that ‘no’ means ‘maybe’ and see what happens,” Becky said with a blush. “Deal! So, are we gonna finish the basics up tonight?” Liz asked. She was anxious to see Becky get naked in public. She knew it would be great entertainment. “Yeah, let’s do it. So, the mall first?” Becky asked. “Yeah, the mall, then a nice naked drive to the drive-through. I have an idea, though. Why don’t we add a little naked walk in public for you? Instead of getting dressed here, you can get dressed in the mall parking lot.” Liz suggested. “Oh my gawd! My car is parked in the street. You want me to walk naked out to the street? Someone will see me for sure!” Becky said. “Yeah, you’ll probably be seen. I’m not sure, but I think you kinda have to be seen if you’re an exhibitionist. Besides, you’re gonna be seen at the mall in that tiny skirt and the drive-through guys are gonna see you totally naked, so what’s the difference if some random neighbor sees you?” Liz argued. “Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! OK, I’ll do it!” Becky said. She knew she was getting carried away with this but it felt so good to her. “Awesome. I’ll carry your clothes so there’s nothing to ruin the view,” Liz said. She couldn’t believe her friend was going to walk right out of her house naked. She wanted to get moving before Becky could change her mind. She got Becky’s skirt and blouse. “Ok, let’s do it like this. I’ll go first and bring your clothes. Give me time to get to the car, then you come out. I’ll get some pictures of you on the walk to the car.” Liz said. She gathered up Becky’s clothes and her purse, pulling the car keys out as she talked. She was out the door before Becky could object. Liz tossed Becky’s clothes in the back seat and stood by the car with her camera ready. A minute later Becky came out wearing nothing but her heels. Liz began snapping pictures. When Becky was about half way to the street a car came by. It slowed and some guys were hanging out the window, yelling and laughing. Liz got some pictures of Becky’s reaction to getting caught naked halfway between the house and street and then got some pictures of the car and guys that had spotted her. Becky was a rush of emotion when she got in the car. “Oh my gawd! Did you see those guys? They saw everything!” Becky bubbled. Yeah, and they seemed to like it a lot!” Liz said. She snapped a few pictures of Becky sitting naked in the car and then headed for the mall. Becky felt totally exposed as the girls drove to the mall. She felt like everyone on the road knew she was naked in the car. In reality, it would have been hard for anyone to see her in the darkened car. As Liz pulled into the mall, Becky began pulling on her blouse and skirt. “I can’t believe I’m going into the mall dressed like this. Oh my gawd this is gonna be embarrassing.” Becky said. “Bex, it’s gonna be OK. Everyone is gonna get a good look at your hot body but that’s all. I’ll make sure of it,” Liz reassured her. “OK, I can do this. We’re not staying long, though. I’m in and then I’m out,” Becky said. “Don’t worry, I have a plan. I’m parking over here,” Liz said as she pulled into a spot at the end of the mall. “We’ll go in here, head up the stairs, walk the length of the mall, head down the stairs at the far end, through the food court and back on the lower level until we get back to this end of the mall. I’ll be right with you and we’ll stop a few times while I take some pictures.” “Um, Liz, don’t you think taking pictures will attract a lot of attention?” Becky asked. “Sure, but no more than you walking around with your butt hanging out of your skirt and your titties flopping around under your blouse. Besides, isn’t attention the whole point of this exercise?” Liz countered. “Attention is fine but that doesn’t mean I’m going to walk through there screaming ‘hey look at me, I’m half naked!’” “Oh, that would be fun! Maybe another time, though. Just remember that this is basic exhibitionism you’re doing and in order for it to work, you have to exhibit. You wouldn’t be doing this at all if you didn’t want to be seen, right? So, people will see you. If a few more people see you because I’m taking pictures, so what?” “Ok, you can take the pictures. Gawd, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” Becky said. The two girls walked to the mall entrance. Becky was attracting a lot of attention the minute she entered the door. People would see her and then do a double take as they realized how short her skirt was. Liz had her camera in-hand and was taking pictures of people’s reaction to Becky’s revealing outfit. Just about 50 feet into the door there was a big, open staircase leading up to the second floor of the mall. Becky cringed as she realized that the stairs would reveal her lack of underwear to anyone walking behind her. Liz gave her a knowing glance. “I’m going to hang back a bit and take some pictures. When you get to the stop, wait for me off to the side,” Liz said. “Liz, do I have to do the stairs? Everything is gonna show!” Becky said. “Bex, you don’t have to do any of this. You want to. Don’t you think you’ll be pissed at yourself if we go home and you didn’t do this? Sure, the stairs will let people see up your skirt. Isn’t that why we’re here? Just take a deep breath and do it,” Liz encouraged. Becky started for the stairs. She kept telling herself that her skirt wasn’t ‘that’ short and people would see a bit of her butt and nothing else. She was about a quarter of the way up when she heard the comments from people on the stairs below here. She blushed as she realized that she was showing everything. Liz got some great pictures. She thought her friend was very brave for doing the stairs in her little skirt. She wondered if Bex knew that she was effectively bottomless to the people below her on the stairs. Becky was blushing deeply as she made it to the top of the stairs and moved over to the side to wait for Liz. Liz almost laughed out loud as she realized she could see Becky’s pussy as she stood near the railing at the top of the stairs. She snapped a couple pictures of Becky and also of the small but growing group of people on the first floor enjoying the view of Becky’s pussy. She slowly walked up the stairs, trying to maximize the time Becky stood at the railing exposed to everyone below. She reached the top and stood next to her friend. “Bex, you are awesome. Do you see those guys looking up here?” Becky nodded. “Cool. Do you realize that they can see right up your skirt and you’re not hiding a thing from them?” Liz laughed. “Oh my gawd!” Becky moved away from the railing. “I got some great pictures. Now, we’ll walk all the way to the end and then down the stairs. I’ll go down the stairs first so I can get some pictures of you coming down. When you come down the stairs, do it slowly so people can get a good look, ok?” Liz instructed. “Um, sure. Gawd! I feel naked,” Becky said. “Well, you shouldn’t. You’re only half naked,” Liz answered with a laugh. The two girls walked the length of the mall. Lots of people stopped and stared. The girls heard comments from people passing by talking about her. Comments from the men that saw her were strangely flattering. Comments from women that saw here were decidedly not flattering. The single most common words she heard were ‘slut’ and ‘whore.’ Liz stopped her twice to take pictures. All too soon they were approaching the stairs at the end of the mall. “So, do you want to get something to drink at the food court?” Liz asked. She was joking but Becky’s answer surprised her. “Yeah, I want to try something. Let’s get a table in the food court,” Becky answered. Liz hurried down the stairs and got ready to take pictures. As Becky came down the stairs the view up her skirt was total. She may as well have not been wearing the skirt at all. Unfortunately, it was somewhat anti-climactic. Only one or two people even noticed and they just kept walking. Liz had been hoping for a huge audience and a lot of attention and comments. Becky joined her at the bottom of the stairs and they grabbed a table at the fairly crowded food court. Becky's Adventures Part 3 “So, what is it that you wanted to try?” Liz asked. “I read a story on that web site I showed you about a girl who was in a mall wearing a very short skirt and no panties just like I am. Anyway, she was being blackmailed and had to sit in the food court with her legs spread wide. She had to stay there for a half hour, never closing her legs, and she had to try and make eye contact with everyone she could. It sounds totally humiliating and it’s been my favorite masturbation fantasy ever since I read it,” Becky explained. “That sounds totally humiliating. I can’t imagine doing that!” Liz said, shocked that her friend would be turned on by such a humiliating act. “That’s the problem. I can’t imagine it, either. I mean, I know it would be humiliating, but I don’t really know what it would be like. Not really, anyway. So, I’m going to do it,” Becky answered. “What? You mean you want to sit in the food court with your legs spread for a half hour? Damn!” Liz responded. “No! I just want to add some realism to the fantasy. I may want to try it for real some day but I need to know what it really feels like. I’m going to make eye contact with one person and then we’re out of here!” Becky explained. “You go girl!” Liz laughed. “Sounds pretty humiliating to me!” “I’m sure it will be. After I read that story I tried to do the whole legs spread, eye contact thing with jeans on and it was very embarrassing. Even with jeans on, there’s just something naughty about spreading my legs in public. I tried to convince myself that I would never act out that story but I can’t. I know it’s gonna be horrible but I also know I’m probably gonna do it someday. I’ll need lots of encouragement from you. There’s no way I’d be able to make myself sit here for a half hour with my legs spread. You’ll have to make me do it,” Becky answered. “Ummm, I’m not sure how I could make you do that, but we can talk about it. For now, exactly how does this work? I mean, do you just pick some guy out, make eye contact with him then spread your legs?” Liz asked. “That would be embarrassing enough but that’s not what the poor girl in the story had to do. She had to slide her chair to the side of the table, sit with her butt on the edge of the chair, and spread her legs as wide as she could get them. After she was sitting with her legs wide open, she had to make eye contact with the people looking at her and smile at them. Even when people came over to talk to her she couldn’t close her legs. It’s the hottest humiliation story I’ve ever read,” Becky explained. “You’re going to do that? Now? Unbelievable, Bex!” Liz asked. “You’re just gonna spread your legs and let everyone here look at your puss?” “Well, not for a half hour like in the story but yeah, until I make eye contact with someone who’s looking up my skirt. In the story, the girl has to walk all the way around the food court first to attract attention. That’s how I’ll start. I’ll walk around in a big circle. When I’m done, I’ll sit in the chair, spread my legs, and find someone to look in the eye. Once I’ve done that, we’re leaving, OK?” Becky explained. “Is that what happened in the story? Did the character get to leave?” Liz asked. She couldn’t believe her friend was actually going to do this but she really wanted to see it. “Yeah, in the story there was an exit from the food court that led to the back of the mall. They headed out that door and she had to hand her clothes over to her blackmailer. She waited behind the mall naked while the blackmailer went to get the car,” Becky explained. “Well, I don’t see a door here that goes to the back of the mall. Plus, you still have to walk across the lower level. If you want to live this story out, we can go out the door we came in and walk around the back, though,” Liz said. The idea of leaving her friend naked behind the mall while she went to get the car was very hot! “I hadn’t planned on that. Let me think about it for a bit,” Becky said. “Bex, you have to get naked in the car, anyway. I think you should do it. You can have all the time to think about it while you’re walking around the food court,” Liz encouraged. “No, we make the whole plan now and once I start my walk, there’s no backing out,” Becky insisted. “OK, then here’s the plan. You walk around the food court, come back here for your sit and spread, make eye contact, just like you wanted. Then you get up, we’ll walk the length of the mall to the door we came in and go behind the mall. I’ll pick out a spot and you’ll give me your skirt and top, which I’ll carry to the car. Then, I’ll drive around the back, pick you up, and we’ll head to the drive-through,” Liz said. She grinned at the plan she had made. “Oh my gawd. That’s a lot! Ok, I think I can do it. Just give me a minute to get psyched for it. Oh my gawd! I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Becky said. It was obvious by the blush on her face that she was truly embarrassed by what she was about to do. “I have an idea. Think about it while you walk around the food court. When you complete your first loop you can decide if you’re ready. If you’re not, come sit and we’ll talk about it. If you are ready after your first loop, just walk around again and then follow the plan all the way through the drive-through,” Liz said. “Damn! I know I said I wanted you to encourage me but who knew you’d be so good at it!” Becky said. “Get walking, girl!” Liz answered. Becky stood up and walked to the outer edge of the food court. It was set up as a big circle with tables in the center and food vendors along the outside wall. It would take a couple minutes for her to walk around the whole circle. She knew she would attract attention in her revealing outfit but she wasn’t prepared for the amount of attention she was getting. She felt that every eye in the place was on her. In reality, that wasn’t far from the truth. She looked over and saw Liz photographing her walk. She began shaking as she neared completion of her first circle around the court. She focused on the end point, the point of no return. She didn’t know what to do. She knew she was going to be very exposed very soon if she kept walking but it wasn’t going to be any easier with more time to think about it. As she approached the aisle leading back to her table she took a deep breath and kept walking. She was committed. Just as she passed the point of no return she heard Liz yell out, “Alright, Bex! You go, girl!” Becky looked over to see Liz taking her picture. Becky finished the agonizing walk. She pretty much ignored the reaction of the audience as she was only able to think about the next step in the plan. All too soon, she was done with her walk and approaching the chair. Liz had pulled the chair out from under the table. She had also placed her purse on it, ensuring that Becky would have to sit on the very edge of the chair. Camera flashes were going off and Becky realized there were too many to all be coming from the camera Liz was using. Becky blocked everything out of her mind as she sat on the edge of the chair. She forced herself to spread her legs wide apart as she sat. It was several long seconds before she could make herself look anywhere but the floor. In that time she heard some gasps, some laughter, and a young woman’s voice say, “Oh my gawd!” Becky forced herself to look up at the audience. Making eye contact was easy since every single person nearby was staring at her. She focused in on a boy, hoping he was old enough to be looking at the view she was presenting. She held his eyes with hers for several seconds, capturing the feeling of total humiliation to fuel her masturbation fantasies. Liz was frantically working the camera, capturing Becky’s obscene display and the reactions of the on-lookers. Blushing, Becky stood up. Without a word she started walking out of the food court. Liz hurriedly grabbed her purse and caught up to her. A group of on-lookers actually applauded her on the way out. “Bex, that was awesome! How do you feel?” Liz said. She was extremely excited. “That was so great! There must have been 50 people that saw that! And I can’t believe how far you spread your legs!” “Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd,” Becky said. She was feeling physical effects from the humiliation. Her heart was racing and she could feel the blood pounding in her temples with every beat. She felt a huge knot in her stomach and couldn’t stay still. Her adrenaline was flowing and she was in no condition to talk coherently about what she experienced. She walked quickly, faster than Liz had allowed her to walk on the way into the mall. Liz didn’t try to stop her or slow her down. After the spectacular view she had just given the entire food court, her walk was anti-climactic. Besides, with her fast pace, Becky’s skirt was swinging, revealing a good bit of her bare ass with each step. They were almost to the mall door when Liz finally stopped Becky for some pictures. She laughed when she realized that several people stopped at the same time. Liz pointed the camera at the crowd and took a few shots. Later, when they looked at the pictures, they would see a dozen people holding cell phones up, also talking Becky’s picture. “So, are you OK?” Liz asked. Becky nodded. The physical effects had mostly worn off and a new physical effect was emerging. She was horny. Very horny. Her nipples were erect and rock hard and her pussy was very wet. The girls resumed walking towards the exit. “So, did that do it for you?” Liz asked with a grin. “Oh man! I don’t know how to explain it. What a rush! I felt so exposed!” Becky said. “Um, yeah, well, you felt so exposed because you were so exposed. You just showed 50 people the true gynecologist view!” Liz laughed. “Yeah, I guess everyone in the food court thinks I’m a big slut, now,” Becky said with a laugh. “Bex, after that show, even I think you’re a big slut. Are we still doing the rest?” “You mean are we walking out behind the mall? Yeah, we are,” Becky said. “Cool! I wasn’t sure because the whole food court thing, well, it didn’t look like it was fun for you,” Liz said. “I don’t think I’d say it was fun for me. The too short skirt and the walk through the mall was fun. Walking around that food court, knowing what I was about to do, and then doing it, wasn’t fun at all. It was nerve-wracking and humiliating. But, I got the biggest emotional jolt I’ve ever experienced. And it’s starting to build again. I’m dressed like a cheap slut and people are staring at me and all I can think about is that in a few minutes I’m probably going to be totally naked in a parking lot,” Becky explained. The girls were near the exit and walked outside without speaking. Becky was lost in her thoughts about what she had just done and what she was about to do. Liz was thinking about how hot it would be to have Becky totally naked in public. They made the short walk to the back of the mall. There was a small service road behind the mall. Each store had a door to the back area and there were loading doors and dumpsters all along the wall. There was a grass clearing and a small stand of trees on the other side of the service road. Beyond the trees they could see the highway. They could see the cars passing by on the highway but there was no traffic on the service road. It looked deserted but anyone could come out of the store doors at any time. Trucks could come to deliver merchandise or empty the dumpsters at any time. It looked secluded but there was a real chance that Becky would be seen. They walked about 25 feet past the side of the mall and Liz stopped. “This looks like a good spot right here,” she said. “Liz! We’re too close to the parking lot. People will see me here!” Becky said. She was protesting but she had stopped walking. “Bex, nobody can see you from the mall parking lot. Yes, people might see you back here, but isn’t that the point? Why bother getting naked if you’re sure nobody will see you?” Liz said. “Can’t we go down a few more doors?” Becky asked. She was now very nervous about this. She didn’t realize the back of the mall would be so open. “Sure. After you give me your clothes you can go down there,” Liz answered. Becky did not want to strip this close to the side of the mall. She imagined she had no choice, just like the girl in the story they were imitating. She immediately felt her arousal increase as she thought about not having a choice. She began stripping. She heard the camera and her friend Liz laugh at her. “I like it when you’re obedient, Bex. And I like it even more when you’re naked and obedient,” Liz laughed, taking the skirt and top from the now naked Becky. Hearing Liz laugh at her and her comments about being obedient added a surprising amount of sexual energy to the situation. Becky meekly looked at the ground, not knowing what to say. “I’ll be back in a little bit. Don’t go away, OK?” Liz said with a laugh as she headed for the car with Becky’s clothes. Becky's Adventure Part 4 Becky felt her emotions rise as Liz walked away. She couldn’t identify all the things she was feeling. There was embarrassment, fear, vulnerability, excitement, shame, arousal, and other feelings she couldn’t identify, all combining into an emotional stew that had her quivering. All of these feelings intensified when Liz was out of sight. She looked around frantically and paid attention to every little sound. She wondered if the cars passing on the highway could see her. She tried to calm herself and tell herself that everything would be OK. The reality of being alone, naked, in public, slammed into her and she realized that everything might not be OK. The risk of doing this suddenly seemed enormous. Time passed slowly as she waited for Liz to return with the car. It seemed like each minute took an hour to pass. Liz was grinning as she walked back to the car with Becky’s clothes. She, too, was horny. She knew just seeing her pretty friend nude would be enough to arouse her. She would never get tired of looking at Becky nude. What she hadn’t known, though, was how intense the feeling of power would be. Becky was alone, in public, wearing only her shoes. Liz looked down at the Becky’s clothes in her hands. Becky absolutely needed her right now. Along with Becky’s clothes, Liz held in her hand the power to make this the worst day imaginable for Becky. She wouldn’t really do that to her friend, but the feeling of knowing she could was intoxicating. She had planned to put Becky’s clothes in the car and drive straight back to pick her up. Along the way, she decided she needed another taste of the power she was feeling. She opened the trunk and tossed Becky’s clothes in. She moved the car to a parking spot on the side of the mall, near the back. She thought about Becky anxiously waiting for her to drive around the back as she got out and locked the car. She grabbed her camera and headed around the back of the mall on foot. Becky was a nervous wreck as she waited for Liz. Liz zoomed her camera and perfectly captured the expression on Becky’s face, a mixture of fear, panic and frustration. “Liz! What’s wrong? Where’s the car? Where are my clothes? We have to get out of here! I think the cars on the highway can see me!” Beck said. “Calm down, sweetie. There’s nothing wrong. The car is in the parking lot and your clothes are safely locked inside,” Liz answered. “What’s going on? Why didn’t you pick me up?” Becky asked in fear. “Well, it occurred to me that you’re in a bit of a jam here and really need my help. You’re 10 miles from home, you’re totally naked, you’re in a very public place, and you have no car keys, no money, no nothing. I think you really, really, really need my help, don’t you?” Liz asked. “Yes! I need your help! I need you to help me now. I think everyone on the highway can see me and someone’s bound to come back here soon. Can you please just get the car so we can go? Please? I’m begging you!” Becky pleaded. “Begging is good but I think you’d have to do just about anything I say right about now. I mean, what choice do you have? I could make you do anything I want and you’d have to do it. Otherwise, you’d have to find some way to get home and 10 miles is a long walk, especially in high heels and even longer in nothing but high heels,” Liz said with a laugh. “You can’t leave me here! I’ll do what you want. Just tell me what it is!” Becky said. She felt a wave of arousal wash over her, nearly causing her knees to buckle. Liz was blackmailing her and she was in an extremely vulnerable position. She had spent countless hours masturbating about being in this very position. “I don’t know. I don’t really want anything but it seems like a shame to waste the opportunity, don’t you think?” Liz said. It was true. She hadn’t thought enough about this to have any demands for Becky. “Any suggestions?” “Anything you want! I’ll sleep with you!” Becky said, desperate for her clothes. Liz laughed. “So, you’re offering sex to get out of the worst jam you’ve ever been in? You know what? I think you want to have sex with me, anyway. I can see how horny you are.” “You’re right, I want it. We can go home right now and do it,” Becky pleaded. In truth, she did want it. Liz had been after her for a year to do some experimentation and she had thought about it. Now, feeling as horny as she had ever been in her life, she was ready to try her first girl on girl encounter. “Oh, there’s no rush. It’s Friday night and it’s just starting to get dark out. I think we need to finish your basics before we go home, anyway. No, I think we need some little demonstration that you’re basically screwed unless you do whatever I tell you,” Liz said. She was enjoying watching her friend squirm. Just then the lights along the back of the mall came on. Becky screamed, thinking she had been caught. It took the girls a few seconds to figure out the lights were on a timer and sunset was just minutes away. Even after figuring it out, Becky’s heart was racing. “Oh gawd, Liz, please! I need my clothes. Just name it and I’ll do it,” Becky pleaded. “I know! Why don’t you dance for me? That will be fun!” Liz laughed. “What? Dance for you? Here? Now?” Becky was not sure she understood. “Yep, dance for me. Just make believe there’s music playing and dance. Dance for 5 minutes and you can get in the car for our trip to the drive-through,” Liz said with a grin. “You can’t be serious! You want me to dance here, naked, by myself, with no music or anything, for 5 minutes?” Becky asked. She wondered if her friend had any idea how humiliating that would be for her. “Oh, I’m serious. I wouldn’t wait too long to get started. Eventually somebody’s gonna come back here and even if you have an audience you’re still gonna dance for 5 minutes before you get in the car,” Liz said. She was really getting off on the feeling of total power she had over Becky. Reluctantly, Becky started dancing. Liz started taking pictures. “Oh gawd, Liz, don’t take pictures of this. This is so embarrassing!” Becky said. “Yeah, I’ll bet it is embarrassing. You look like a total bimbo, you know. Still, it’s the only way you’re getting your clothes back, so put some feeling into it,” Liz said with a laugh as she took picture after picture. Becky felt stupid dancing by herself while her friend photographed her and it was the longest 5 minutes of her life. She was incredibly horny and she knew Liz could see it. She really hated this humiliation but her hard nipples and very wet crotch would make it impossible to convince Liz she didn’t love it. Becky knew right away that she’d be thinking about doing this naked dance for her friend the next time she masturbated. Mercifully, Liz stopped taking pictures. “Ok, Bex, you’ve been a good sport and proved you’re willingness to do whatever I say to get your clothes back. Wait here and I’ll go the car.” Liz walked away. Becky fought the urge to masturbate even though she was terrified that someone would discover her at any minute. She saw the car just as she heard a nearby door open. She raced for the car but when she pulled the door it was locked. “Liz, please! There’s a guy right over there!” Becky pleaded. Liz lowered the window. “Bex, you’re gonna make a mess of your car seat. Before I let you in, do you promise to clean it tomorrow?” “Yes! Yes! I’ll clean the whole car! Just unlock the door, please!” Becky screamed. Liz hit the button and Becky jumped into the car. She looked back at where she was standing naked just a minute ago. There was a guy smoking a cigarette and staring at the car. There was no doubt he had seen her. “Well, that guy is gonna have a story to tell his friends,” Becky said with a laugh, much more comfortable now that she was in the relative safety of the car. “Yeah, and I’m sure everyone will enjoy watching the video of it, too,” Liz said with a laugh. “Video? What are you talking about?” Becky asked. “You didn’t notice the security cameras? That’s too funny! I counted six of them. Some weird security guy is probably watching your little dance routine right now,” Liz laughed. She headed towards the mall exit. “Oh my gawd! Why didn’t you tell me?” “What? And ruin all the fun?” Liz laughed. “So, can I get dressed now,” Becky asked. “Nope. Your clothes are in the trunk and they’re staying there. We’re going to hit the drive-through for cokes and then going back to my house to talk about your new interest in having sex with me,” Liz said. It was twilight as Liz pulled into the McDonalds drive-through. Becky hoped she wouldn’t be seen. It was dark in the car. She sat as close to the door as she could, hoping to stay out of the clerk’s view. “We’re here. Time to switch places,” Liz said. “Oh gawd! Can’t you drive for this?” Becky asked. “No, how will anyone see you crouched over there by the door? Get out of the car, Bex. We both know I can make you do this so let’s just skip the threats and do it,” Liz said.\ Becky responded well to the commanding sound of her friend’s voice. She stepped out of the car and walked around to the driver’s seat. A horn started blowing immediately, letting her know she had an audience. “OK, drive up, get us two Diet Cokes, and act like being naked in the drive-through is the most natural thing in the world,” Liz instructed. Becky laughed. “I can do the naked part but I don’t know how I’m going to act like this is natural.” “Well, maybe after you’ve done it a couple hundred times it will be more natural,” Liz answered. The clerk took Becky’s order at the speaker and instructed her to pay at the first window. He was surprised by her nudity when he took her money. Strangely, he didn’t say anything about it to the girls. He obviously mentioned something inside, though, because there were 5 people crowded around the second window when she pulled up. “Woo hoo! We haven’t had a naked customer for weeks! You go girl,” the clerk said, handing over the cokes. Becky just laughed, not sure what to say. “So, are you on a dare or do you just like showing off?” the counter girl asked. “I, um, I’m an exhibitionist,” Becky answered, triggering a howl of laughter from Liz. “Cool. If you want to show off, next time you come, order a naked Big Mac. Naked is restaurant slang for plain, but we’ll know it’s more than the burger that’s naked. Anyway, it will take a while to make so you’d have to pull the car up by the entrance. Everyone coming and going will see you. If I’m working, I’ll make sure it takes about 15 minutes to cook your burger,” she said with a smile. Becky thanked her for the cokes and advice and pulled out. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Liz asked. “Actually, it was kind of fun,” Becky said, surprised that she hadn’t been more embarrassed about it. “Well, maybe you can have a naked Big Mac for lunch tomorrow. Why are we stopping?” Liz asked. “Well, I’ve finished all the basic stuff so I thought I’d get dressed,” Becky said. “Um, no, not yet. We’re both enjoying you with no clothes on, so just drive back to my house. We’ll just leave your clothes in the trunk,” Liz said. “Leave my clothes in the trunk? For how long?” “Till tomorrow, sweetie. My parents are out for the night. Just call your mom and tell her you’re sleeping over. I love the thought of you being naked all night!” Liz answered. “Ok, but what about in the morning? Your parents will be home and my clothes will still be in the car,” Becky said. “Yeah, that’s true. Sounds like another exhibitionist opportunity,” Liz asked. “What? You want your parents to see me naked?” Becky asked, incredulously. “Bex, my dad will be up at dawn to go play golf and my mom will find this whole thing hysterical,” Liz said. “I don’t want your mom seeing me naked!” Becky said. “You have to promise me you’ll get my clothes from the car in the morning.” “Ok, I promise I’ll get your clothes in the morning. Just so you know, my mom is really cool. It won’t be the end of the world if she catches you naked,” Liz said. “Ok, I’m good with leaving my clothes in the car. I can always put something of yours on if I need it, right?” Becky said. “I told you, I promise to get your clothes in the morning. Given how horny you are, I doubt you’re gonna need them tonight,” Liz answered. Becky pulled the car into the driveway at Liz’ parent’s house. “Better give me the keys since your purse is in the trunk, too. I know you don’t have pockets,” Liz laughed. Becky handed over the keys. It was dark out but it was still a rush for Becky to get out of the car naked and walk to the front door. She half-expected Liz to take forever to open the door, but Liz unlocked the door and let them in immediately and closed the door behind them. Just inside the door Liz stopped. She put her arms around Becky and gave her a deep kiss. Becky returned the kiss passionately. After a minute or so, they broke apart. “I’ve never done this before,” Becky said hesitantly. “Never done what before, Bex?” Liz asked teasingly. “You know, another girl.” “I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” Liz said. She took Becky by the hand and led her to her bedroom. Two hours later, Becky was asleep in the bed and Liz was on her computer. She had downloaded all the photographs of Becky and spent a couple hours on the website where all the erotic stories Becky loved were posted. Finally, around 1:00 AM she went back to bed. Becky was still sleeping.

Berlin byCliteroticMags© My name's Magsie and, with the help of my boyfriend I'm going to tell you about one of my best adventures ever. Even though it happened a while ago, remembering it still inflames my very core. I'd settled down by myself in front of the telly one night when I was on my own and had idly started to watch a documentary about the Berlin Love Parade, because everything else seemed to be to do with football. Gradually, however, I began to get absorbed and, at the first commercial break, I started to record it. I was amazed to see masses of people walking about in public, some of them with virtually no clothes on, some in some quite elaborate fancy dress, but what appealed to me was the natural and relaxed way they were all exhibiting their sexuality. The filming was peppered with several interviews and it was obvious that all those taking part were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Indeed, one couple seemed to be getting rather aroused as the woman sat on a high stool with her husband standing by her side. The little waistcoat the wife was wearing kept parting to let her nipples peep out. Her husband was stroking her legs as they talked to the interviewer and her mini-skirt had ridden high enough up her thighs to show the bare skin above her stocking tops. She quite frankly told the interviewer that she was getting very sexually aroused and loved the idea of being watched by all the people who would see the programme. As her husband's hands stroked her stockings, her knees began to part and the camera got glimpses of her pussy. He said that he was very proud of her and relished the idea that other people found her sexy. She seemed to be having trouble breathing as she spoke. The film moved to another couple of women, one of whom was leading the other on a collar and lead. All the one being led had on was a little gauzy mini skirt and she was clearly enjoying the occasional swish of a switch across her backside which was making her whole upper body quiver with pleasure. She confessed to the camera that she loved being told what to do and that she would obey her mistress absolutely. She was standing meekly in front of her mistress as she said this and you could quite obviously discern the outline of her pussy and her very pert and erect naked titties. I had started, almost sub-consciously, to loosen the silk bathrobe I was wearing and had begun to fantasise that I was there with my boyfriend as my hands started to caress my breasts and play with my nipples. How wonderful to be there and experience the real thing, I thought. Then I got a nice surprise -- at the end of the programme I suddenly realized that it was a review of the last year's parade and that the current parade was in about 4 week's time. I sat there playing with myself, imagining how I would feel to be so daring in public in front of so many people and I must admit that recently I'd begun to dress much more sexily when going out as these fantasies grew on me. Now, however, the robe fell apart and it was in this state of high arousal that my boyfriend found me when he came in. I jumped up and gave him a big kiss, then got him a G&T and said 'come and sit down and watch a programme I've just recorded as I think you will like it' I deliberately sat opposite him so I could unobtrusively watch his expression. I was feeling so horny and the fact that I was stark naked under the robe was keeping me acutely aware of my stalky nipples and clitty. I could tell that he was enjoying the programme, in fact he was almost salivating. He said more than once or twice how much he'd have liked to have been there. This was more than I was hoping for and I prayed that he'd not miss the fact that we could still probably get to this year's show, if we really wanted to. I shyly confessed to him that I'd had fantasies about trying this sort of public exhibitionism for ages as I started to caress myself again. I'd been at the brink for so long that the instant my finger tips found my clitty I felt several climaxes and my pussy became wetter than I'd ever known it before. He looked dunbfounded as I groaned involuntarily with lust and I heard him exclaim 'look, it all starts again in about a month. How would you like to go? I'm owed a week's holiday and what better way to use it.' 'Oh yes' I gasped 'please let's do it' and I frigged myself remorselessly in front of him to yet another shattering peak. Next day we fixed up a flight and 3 night's accommodation as easy as winking and then I turned my thoughts to what I'd wear at the parade. My boyfriend suggested that I should select items that could be removed easily, one by one. We eventually settled on a very light cropped cardigan with a semi see-through bikini top, a hipster mini-skirt which was buttoned up the front, some tiny, wispy transparent panties that were more a wish than a promise, a large red bead necklace and my strappy red leather shoes (my tart's trotters as HE calls them). I could hardly wait for the Friday night to arrive on which we were due to fly out. I'd put on a silky blouse and a mauve skirt with just a light bomber jacket. I'd been made to refrain from any sort of sexual activity for nearly 10 days and I was feeling unbelievably frisky. On the plane, I grabbed the window seat, leaving my boyfriend the outer seat by the gangway.  I slipped my jacket off as the plane taxied towards the runway and then the engines revved up -- but I was so revved up myself that I was already flying. Before any time at all the light came on to unfasten our seat belts. I snuggled down in the corner and chatted to my boyfriend about how excited I was, reaching for his hand and placing it on my thigh so he could feel me all a-quiver. I could tell I was getting very hot and sticky and could also feel the lovely sensuous silk of my blouse as I wriggled in my seat. But I needed a pee, so I worked my way up to the front where the toilet was and after I had relieved myself had a look in the mirror. I could see the shape of my stalky nipples so I undid a button on my blouse to reveal a bit more cleavage, then I turned my attention to the skirt. With the blouse not tucked in, I could turn down the waistband of the skirt several times over as it was very light silk, until the hem had risen well over half way up my thighs. I'd had to undo the top fastening at the waist and that enabled me to sit the skirt daringly low on my hips, but I thought it was just OK.  Feeling more than slightly flushed and extremely randy I made my way back down the aisle and was flattered by the admiring glances I got as I passed along. I reached my seat and as I sat down, I surreptitiously undid another two buttons on the blouse as my bare bum made contact with the seat's fabric. My boyfriend gave me a broad grin. 'Why don't you practice for the parade by playing with yourself a bit?'  He knows me too well and, anyway, I needed no further encouragement. The man on the other side of the gangway seemed to be staring intently past his wife out of the window on the opposite side of the plane, which was a bit odd as it was pitch black. Then my heart thumped as I realized that he was using the window as a mirror to watch me. A thrill ran right through me and I decided to get more daring as my hands began to explore even more for my captive audience. I'm pretty sure my boyfriend was blissfully unaware of this development and that made it even more thrilling and naughty. I undid the bottom of the blouse and pushed the skirt right down, then slipped my fingertips under the waistband's edge. You could still see most of my hand as I found the hood to my clitty which was throbbing beyond belief. That's how low the skirt now was. All the time I kept chatting to my boyfriend as if nothing was happening but I was probably talking gibberish. I knew the old chap was transfixed as I had a series of mini climaxes. I began to wonder how I was going to control the desire for a real wank, when the captain announced that we were 15 minutes from touchdown and would we please fasten up again. We may have been going for touchdown but I was still hanging at 30,000 feet and I only just managed to adjust my clothes before the stewardess came round to check the seat belts.  We landed safely. With my feet firmly on the ground although my legs felt like jelly we went swiftly through customs and found a bus into town. I kept having to pinch myself as I repeatedly silently asked 'am I really going to do this?'  It was quite warm and early so, before we checked into the hotel, we had a lovely evening stroll and were able to sit out and watch the world go by from a table at the front of a delightful little café as we caught up on some food. I must say I needed to catch my breath and my equilibrium as well as the food. We'd decided that on the first of our three days we'd suss out what was happening to get an idea of what went on. After a lazy breakfast we ventured out with me wearing a backless summer dress that hardly felt there. We soon got the impression that the next day was really the main one, being a Saturday, so we contented ourselves with a bit of sightseeing, some more eating out and a lot of touchy feely play -- most of it very public. Everyone seemed in festival mood and I felt very naughty. The dress I'd donned with a light, loose fit made me feel extremely sexy and it was once again making my nipples extra stalky. To make matters worse, my boyfriend couldn't seem to keep one hand off them while he caressed my bare back with the other.  We met one couple who explained that they were old hands and that the next day would really be like an informal carnival where you could do whatever turned you on -- and -- with NO recriminations. That made me very excited and my randiness factor multiplied several times. The next day really did turn out bright, clear and sunny, with a promise of early summer warmth. I donned my bikini top, cardi, see through panties, skirt, shoes and the beads and we were off to find the start of the parade by about 1030. Everybody was greeting each other and quite a lot of the crowd were taking photos. Several men wanted me to pause while they snapped me, which was very flattering and I asked if I could undo my cardi.  'Yes, of course' said my boyfriend, with a massive grin. The he added 'Why don't you let it start to slide off your shoulders?'  I did and I began to feel increasingly wicked. The skirt hardly fitted on my hips -- it was less than 12" from waist to hem just skimming over my mound. The sun was beginning to feel quite warm and I took the cardi off and put it in the carrier my boyfriend had brought. My breasts were almost popping out of the top (almost as far as his eyeballs. His face was priceless).  As we strolled I held on loosely to my fella's wrist so his hand kept brushing my thigh. I kept making him stop to kiss me and he could tell how much I was enjoying myself as I got more and more passionate. The orgasm embargo was having the desired effect and my body felt as taut as a piano string. The crowds would clap and shout as we kissed and I kept whispering to him how much I wanted him and how close I was to climaxing. In fact I begged him constantly for some release. 'If you're really feeling abandoned' he replied 'why don't you play with your breasts for me? I'm sure all those cameramen would appreciate it too and I'd be so proud of you.'  I started to stroke them through the bikini material and, glancing down, could see my nipples making a bid for freedom. Suddenly, I went goose pimply all over as I realized he was gently tugging at the bows across my back and at my neck. He let the ties stay in place half undone and the top became very loose indeed as I sauntered along.  'I'm going to be exposed' I gasped.  Before I could catch my breath I heard him say 'God, you are gorgeous' and he plucked the top right off me.  I felt an intense rush of wetness between my legs. The only saving grace was that there were already some others who were flashing their boobs. It was so intoxicating to walk along, so openly for the first time, completely naked from the waist up. I flounced along exaggerating the sway of my hips and really flaunted myself at anyone who wanted me to pose for them even as I implored him to touch my boobies whilst he kissed my neck and shoulders.  After a little while longer he asked me if I'd like to take the skirt off as well. By now I was feeling so drunk with the lustful atmosphere that I did so with no hesitation giving everybody a twirl as he added it to the contents of our bag. Several guys came forward with cameras and asked if he would let me be snapped with them so he asked me if I would be willing. I confessed I'd really love to if it would make him even more proud of me. After I'd stood side by side with two or three of them I had a sudden urge to become very bold, putting my arm round the next one, then, with a giggle, inviting him to cup my boob in his hand for his mate's camera. Being touched in public by complete strangers was beyond my wildest fantasies and soon a growing group had gathered round who all wanted a turn. It was all rather polite but I felt so horny and fortunate to have such a generous boyfriend. I wished it could go on and on and I must also confess I had begun to wish they would start touching some other very throbby parts of me but we moved on down the street. In a bit, we came across several street cafes and picked one to stop at for a much needed cooling glass of wine. I so wanted something to slow me down but, in the event, I drank the wine rather too fast and almost immediately another one appeared. I could sense the added glow of the alcohol and when another full glass materialized we twigged that they were being given to us by the proprietor because of all our followers who were now propping up the bar too. By the time I'd drained my fourth glass I was feeling quite tipsy but in such a good mood and so uninhibited that I went up and kissed the owner lightly on the cheek, trembling all over as my boobs brushed against his shirt.  My boyfriend got him to stand behind me with his hands on the front of my hips as he took several photos for the album. I put my hands over this guy's and I was severely tempted to draw them together over my pussy as his erection nestled hotly in my bum crack. Feeling even more sexy and wanton, I held out my hand and led my fella back to re-join the parade.  Having been so excited by the effect it had had on me, I was now longing to be touched up again and I started playing with my teats, telling my boyfriend all the things I'd like to be done to me while he watched.  'Why don't you ease your panties down a bit?' he suggested as he caught me rubbing my hand over my mound. I slipped both fingers in under the elastic and pushed a bit.  'Like this?' I asked, holding the panties away from my pussy so I could see it in the gap.  As I did this, I felt his hand sliding my panties off my bottom and I shivered yet again with delight. 'please play with my breasts as we walk' I begged. I got such a rush as he put his hand round me and began to caress me. Glancing down, I could see the tip of the trim little Mohican haircut I'd given my pussy peeping out from my panties. I was enjoying this all so much but my boyfriend wanted a pee so we stopped at the next café/bar and off he went while I settled outside. The sun was lovely and warm and a number of other girls in the parade were beginning to shed most of their clothes too. I watched them go past as I sipped an iced drink a waiter had brought. When my b/f returned he sat down opposite me and started urging me to play more blatantly with myself.  As my fingertips traced over my gossamer panties in the warm sunshine, I began to get very worked up indeed. I held his gaze and basked in the way I was turning him on too. 'Don't forget your pussy' he grinned. Sitting there in full view of the customers and the parade how could I, I thought and my hands started to explore under the edge of the skimpy covering. His eyes were glinting with lust and he licked his lips as I eased them down a bit more and began to stroke myself gently. In a little while just as I felt a wave of pleasure begin to take over my senses he said 'Would you like to get rid of them completely and just tie the necklace round your waist?'  My heart thumped with excitement at the thought. 'Oh, yes please' I implored 'I'd love to'.  With that he leant forward and helped me do up the necklace around my hips. It was long enough for a double length to dangle down the front over my swollen labia.  Then he barked 'raise your hips' and quick as a flash (ha ha) he'd whipped my knickers right off and I was left with the beads falling down the line of my engorged slit.  I opened my knees a few inches and the beads bumped tantalizingly against my pussy. I don't know which was more red -- the beads or what they were rubbing.  'Watch me' I groaned as I rubbed the beads on my clitty.  My hips began to move as I pressed a little harder. I smiled at a couple of guys walking past and they waved back.  I couldn't stop. 'I need to come' I gasped 'please may I come?'  But he said 'Not yet' as he finished his wine, raised me to my feet as he took my hand and led me back to the roadway once more. The beads swaying between my legs were producing ever increasing marvelous feelings of lust and my clitty was aching beyond belief to be touched, rubbed and squeezed. I posed for several people with cameras as my b/f guided my hand onto my honey pot.  Then a chap with a video camera started walking alongside us. My b/f stepped back a pace, then opened his arms towards me as if to say be our guest I turned to hold onto my b/f's wrist whilst I ran my free hand through my hair, toyed with my neck, then ran my hands over my breasts.  'Go for it' he said.  I slowed right down so he could walk backwards in front of us whilst filming. This was such a massive turn on. The beads were still swinging between my thighs and I was swaying my hips to accentuate their effect as I acted the slutty vamp. I let my hand descend over my stomach and into my groin area. I smiled at my boyfriend. My pussy felt drenched.  'I never imagined how much doing this in public would turn me on' I confessed. The finger-pads of my free hand were tracing lightly over my mound, mingling with the beads. I touched, then pressed, them onto my clitty. An orgasm exploded through me without warning and I almost stumbled to a halt whilst it surged all over my trembling body. I told my boyfriend what had just happened and his look of concern turned into a lovely kiss which sent a little aftershock through me again.  'I really am so proud of you today' he confided, 'you really are blossoming as my sexy lady.'  I was thrilled. My pussy felt so wet and swollen and I began to stroke my neck again, working down over my body. The video man came over and asked me if I'd touch myself between the legs some more as he hadn't been prepared for what had just happened. I asked him what he meant.  'Why don't you start very slowly and tease the camera while you snuggle up to your boyfriend?' he suggested.  We both sort of nodded and he got in position some yards ahead of us, giving us a quick thumbs-up. I gave my clitty a surreptitious little squeeze and my fingers came away soaked. Looking straight at the camera, I licked and sucked them very suggestively, then rubbed the moisture over my stalky nipples. I could feel the beads even more now as my love lips and clit were so engorged and the anticipation of my next wank was making me tingle and tremble all over. I reached down and teased my mound, wetting my lips with my tongue as I gave my b/f a friendly nip on his ear lobe.  Then I turned my attention back to the camera. My fingertips touched my clitty and withdrew. I gave my b/f another little hug and rubbed my boobies on his arm, pushing my pussy against the back of his hand as I held onto his wrist. Then, moving away from him, I turned towards the camera, arched my back and pressed the beads against my clit.  I glanced round and saw that a whole group of people were following us and I nervously returned their smiles. Women as well as men! Berlin Pt. 02 BERLIN The flashing gets bolder I'm at the Love Parade in Berlin. Part 1 of this story was all about getting me there; I'm now making sure I've arrived in style! My hand was now rubbing my clitty quite vigorously and I could feel my swollen love lips respond. I sank two fingers into my pussy and felt the walls of my vagina gripping hold of them. Rubbing the wetness I'd released all over my little man I started to ramp up the action. I tried to pace myself but that didn't stop three massive orgasms in quick succession. I wondered if the crowd knew what was happening but I was sure the guy with the video would.  'I can't carry on anymore' I panted 'because I need you to fuck me so much.'  My boyfriend hugged me, then guided me through the crowds, holding me up on legs that would hardly support me as I continued to masturbate frantically. I was crying with frustration as he stopped at the edge of the road and helped me slip on my top and skirt (he wouldn't give me back my panties).  As I stood there still catching my breath the video guy came up to thank us. 'If you'd give me an address, I'll send you a full copy of everything I shot in a week or two' he said 'that was the most exciting thing I've ever filmed - you are a natural and the camera loves you too. I will definitely enjoy looking at it whenever I feel a bit down, but it will only be for my own use. I'm just an amateur and a bit of a voyeur, so I hope you like the results when you get them.' We found our way quite quickly somehow back to our hotel and after a shower had a much needed meal in the bistro then I asked if we could go back to our room. It had quite a large balcony which overlooked the street. My b/f lay down on the sun lounger and I sat astride him. As we chatted about the day's events and each new experience I started to get very wet again. So did he ha ha as he still refused to give me back my panties.  I unzipped his trousers like the sex maniac that he'd released in me and grabbed his cock and slid it right up my hungry cunt. I could see the crowds still milling about through the balcony railings and this just increased my excitement. I also found I could control how far he penetrated me and began to ride him harder and harder. That triggered a series of massive orgasms in me that lasted for ages and ages until I fell exhausted and contented across his chest. I must have fallen asleep as I lay there because I vaguely felt him lift me inside and into bed. I cuddled against him as he stroked me tenderly and I drifted into a deep sleep, feeling all warm and secure. We still watch the video film from time to time and guess what we do then. Next day, being Sunday, we had a bit of a lie in. As I sprawled on the bed, I could feel the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the balcony French window. I moved the sheet from me and, as I stretched spread-eagled on top of the covers, my b/f's head popped round the corner of the window frame. 'I thought I heard you move at last; breakfast is served ma'am.'  I slipped on a short silky robe and joined him on the balcony where he's somehow got orange juice, croissants, cereals, bacon, fresh coffee and a big bunch of flowers all out there without waking me. We lingered over breakfast, discussing what we'd do for the rest of the day. 'Why don't we spend the rest of the morning here, have an early lunch and then go to the park where I've been told they have all sorts of activities - it's still all part of the Love Festival and is supposed to be even more than yesterday - according to the hotel porter.'  I shivered and went all goose pimply, remembering how naughty I'd been. 'And I've found a leaflet of a multi-plex cinema that's showing all sorts of erotic films' I responded 'could we go and try that as well?' That all seemed settled so as we'd finished eating, I asked him if he'd like me to give him a shower. I get very turned on being his servant girl. I just love washing him and then kissing everywhere til his cum spurts all over my face and body. I let the robe fall open as he watched me. I could hear the movement of people and vehicles in the street below and shifted my seat closer to the railings so I could look down as I touched myself. What a change has come over me I thought. I'd never have been this daring just 48 hours ago. It felt so good it was making me writhe with joy. I half closed my eyes, squinting at the cars going back and forth so I hadn't noticed him go and fetch my special clitty vibrator til he touched my thigh. When I saw it, I was very naughty and held my pussy open, imploring him to turn it on and put the tip on my soaking little man. 'This is what team work's all about' I panted. 'You make me such a wicked Magsie - it's glorious' I gasped. He slipped a finger into my pussy and then rubbed my juices all round the rim of my other hole. It felt exquisite, as he probed it, then gently entered it til he had one finger sunk deep into each entrance. Entrance? More like entranced I'd say. The hot sun, the noise of the people, the gentle breeze and double digits - I was in heaven.  I teased my throbbing love button with the end of the vibro and felt my pussy and arse squeeze his fingers. I could hardly hold onto my toy it was so slippery with my cum. I was so fired up I told him I'd do anything he ever asked me to as I squirted all over his hand and dripped onto the deck of the balcony. I had a desperate urge to find his cock so I could kiss and suck it. I held it with both hands, staggered to my feet and led him to the shower. He leant against the wall with the water streaming down his body as I knelt before him and kissed and sucked him til I felt him begin to jerk.  I held my mouth open and his lovely great spurts of juice splashed all over my lips and tongue as I devoured it greedily. It was the first time I'd ever swallowed it and I didn't want to waste any of him at all, I wanted it all for myself. Oh how I adore that man. I licked him clean then washed him all over and dried him gently as he did the same for me. It was a beautifully tender moment. We donned a few clothes and went and had some lunch before returning to our room so I could choose an outfit for the afternoon. As he was riffling through his suitcase I spotted a shirt of his I love to wear. It's blue cotton voile, so it's semi see-through and has a plain hem with slits up the sides over the hips so that, on me, it looks like a naughty mini-dress. 'I'll wear this, this afternoon' I said.  'I don't expect you'll just wear that' he joked and that was enough of a challenge for me to accept it. For later on, I chose a skimpy cardigan in red and one of those mini beach sarongs. Off we went in the warm afternoon sun. I'd always liked borrowing my boyfriend's clothes and the shirt made me feel really sassy. He liked it too as he said they smelled of me when he wore them afterwards. The heat of the sun was already getting to me as we walked slowly through town towards the park. When we got near the entrance, I spotted an empty bench and suggested we sat there for a bit to watch all the other people who were arriving. Many of the girls were scantily dressed and some of the men didn't leave much to the imagination either, especially the ones holding hands! 'I'm so in the mood' I confessed 'will you watch me if I'm a bit naughty again?' I could tell he would so I started playing with my nipples whilst I stretched out. I was a wanton cougar in heat I mused as I lifted the shirt from underneath me. 'Caress my thighs' I implored, parting my legs a little bit. 'Oh yes, put you hand in the slit at the side of the shirt' I gasped - 'my clit is dying for you to rub it and squish it with your fingertips. I'm so wet, I want it now!' He put his hand on my bare hip and I felt my buttocks clench in response. 'Please go on' I urged with a groan 'nobody will see you and I want you so badly. Would it help if I made the neckline plunge? Look how hard and pokie my nipples are. Oh god, are you going to make them glisten with my love juice?'  I undid several buttons and once he'd spent a few moments making my boobs all sticky and shiny I whispered in his ear 'these need to be nibbled and sucked now and excited by your tongue' I wriggled a bit and both my boobies only just stayed covered as the shirt started to slip off one shoulder. His finger tips began brushing across the patch of silky down I hadn't shaved from my mound.  As we stared into each other's eyes 'Oh yes' I panted 'I'm tingling all over'  'Are you really, really dying to be wanked?'  'Yes please' I wailed desperately 'truly, madly, yessss' 'Come on' he said in reply and he stood up, reached for my hand and helped me to my feet. 'If you are really aroused, it's time to go to the park.'  I followed meekly on very unsteady legs, my breasts peeping out as we walked. Then I had to grasp his arm to keep my balance as I felt a great warm surge between my legs. As the feelings subsided a bit I became so happy and relaxed that I asked if I could undo the bottom buttons on the shirt.  'Will it make you come again?' he grinned.  'Yes it will' I giggled 'I didn't have the faintest idea I could possibly have so many spontaneous orgasms, but it's so thrilling with all these people around to share my exhibitionist fantasies. Thank you for allowing me to become your adoring sexy lady and giving me the courage to display myself for you' Quite by chance we found another bench that was also unoccupied and we went and sat down on it. We were just a little way up a side path but could still see all the people milling to and fro on the main area by the lake. I sank down horizontally on the bench, the outline of my mound becoming clearly defined under the thin shirt material.  'Do those bottom buttons up' my b/f said 'as I want you to try something'  I was a bit hesitant but I did what I was told (of course).  'Now undo the button immediately over your pussy.'  The buttons weren't that close together but I still didn't realize what he was intending.  'You want to play with yourself, don't you' he asked.  'Oh yes please, I'm feeling so wanton' I groaned.  'Well' he replied, 'put both hands on your hips, push your pussy up and make a gap appear.'  I did so and could see the little strip of hairs I'd trimmed so neatly.  'Now keep the pressure on with the base of your right hand but let your fingers rest in the gap.'  I felt my silken bush beneath my fingertips and began, idly, to comb it. Clenching and unclenching my buttocks, I began to sense the moisture begin to gather. Then I felt him touch my forearm. He pulled it gently away leaving my pussy exposed again.  'Not so fast' he ordered, 'I want to enjoy watching you wank so close to all these people.'  I was trembling quite violently with frustrated lust as, eventually, he let my hand return. My fingers re-found my clitty, which was so erect it was standing up proud between my smooth, swollen love lips. I gave it a quick little squeeze before he pulled my hand away again. It was so tantalizing and had the effect of making me even more frustrated.  'Take your hands away for a moment - there's some people coming this way' he said.  I let them drop - the one nearest him coming to rest on his thigh.  'It was just the sight of how ravished and ravishingly beautiful you are looking and the way they all seemed to be admiring you,' he said 'that made my cock feel as if it was going to jump out of my trousers. I'm so lucky that you want to do this.'  Almost before they had got past, he guided my hand back into my lap, then leant over and gave me a lovely deep kiss as his own fingers wandered down my cleavage and began to explore.  'Would you like to undo a couple more buttons?'  I needed no prompting and wished I dared to just let the whole shirt fall open.  'I'm so wet yet again - look - ' and I slipped one finger over my clit, into my slit then withdrew it and showed him a long strand of cum which sparkled in the sunshine. 'drenched, flooded, awash, swimming with lust' I giggled as I licked it salaciously and the added saliva made my fingers even wetter. As I put them back in the gap in the shirt they seemed to slip and slide of their own accord, back and forth, round and round on my clitty. The fact that he was making me do this so slowly was driving me wild and I could tell that there was a massive climax rapidly building up.  I wanted him to see the real me now I was convinced he wanted to as well. 'Please let me be a really naughty lady' I implored 'you know I like being your sexy lady and I know you'll always look after me' So saying, I pushed my fingers in harder, deeper and faster. My words were coming out in a series of little gasps.  'Come on' he said standing up and breaking my rhythm 'it's time to move on a bit.'  'Not yet' I pleaded clutching at his sleeve, but he very gently but firmly pulled me to my feet - put his arm round my waist and propelled me towards the main path. 'If you're good I'll let you come properly later' he told me 'but at the moment I want you to feel as well as look, desperately aroused as we begin to mingle with the crowds.'  Some of the girls were exposing their boobs like thay do at the Mardi Gras events in the USA, so I let my tits with their stalky nipples jut out of the shirt - undoing it past my navel. My fella pulled it off one shoulder, moving his hand from my waist to my upper arm and then right round so he was casually fondling my boob. I had a wave of tiny orgasms as he did this. As I bounced along the shirt slipped off my other shoulder and, glancing down, I saw my trim little bush peeping out.  I told him this and his reaction was 'OMG that's so sexy' which made me glow with pleasure as he let the shirt even further down my arms by just holding me round the waist again. I laughed with joy. What a buzz this was. The crowds seemed equally divided between those taking an active part and the bystanders. Then we noticed someone waving to us and I realized that it was the chap from yesterday with the video camera.  'I'm so glad I spotted you' he shouted above the din. 'I've brought a copy of the film I made yesterday - I think you'll like it.' He rummaged in his bag and handed it over. 'Come over here in the shade and I'll show you on the camera screen what it looks like.'  We paused whilst he set it up then he said a bit apprehensively 'if you enjoy it please will you let me be your "official" photographer today?'  I'd pulled my shirt onto my shoulders again as I stood, open-mouthed, looking at the screen with my b/f peering over my shoulder. As the film started playing I caught glimpses of us walking along. He'd cleverly given the impression of the crowds but the camera kept homing in on me.  'I didn't realize how naughty I was being' I exclaimed.  My b/f, who was breathing hard on my neck,, whispered 'No you naughty little minx - I think I'm going to have to give you a good spanking.' I automatically clutched my bum but he didn't move. 'Later' he growled and I shivered from head to toe. I could now feel his erection bumping against said bum cheeks and I pushed into it as I held his hands and drew them round my hips into my groin area. Turning to the video chap he said 'there's no doubt you ought to record the rest of our day' and all I could do was utter a strangled yes please. So, the three of us went on our way again back into the sunshine. I kept the shirt where it was for a bit. As we walked, we both took turns in working the shirt off me in stages until it was like before. I was so wound up that I'd gone beyond the point of no return. I undid the last buttons and let some eager fellow from the crowd put his arm round me while one of his mates took a series of photos. This encouraged three or four others to come forward and it gave me the opportunity to touch and show off my boobies and pussy. Each time I surreptitiously stroked my clit I felt an electric shock surge through me. I gave my b/f a quizzical look but he signed consent so I encouraged them to caress my breasts and play with my nipples. I couldn't believe how horny it made me.  When we got close together again he said quietly 'there's a girl over there - don't look now - who can't take her eyes off you and she looks really lovely.'  I glanced over discretely. There she was, wearing a tiny pair of silky shorts and several bead necklaces. I grinned at her and she edged shyly closer fingering her beads. When she got close enough I drew her to me with my arm loosely round her waist as I chatted to her to find out her name. I still don't know what made me do it. Perhaps it was all the pheromones in the air! Intoxicating everyone. It turned out that this was the first event like this that she'd ever come to as well. Her friend had dared her to copy my naughtiness so she thought she'd break the ice by talking to me. We got on famously immediately as I enthused about all the things I'd been getting up to and how I seemed to have let my sexual genie out of the bottle in less than 48 hours.  Then I had a wicked thought. 'have you ever kissed another woman?' I probed.  'No' she said.  'Neither have I,' I replied 'but what would you say if I asked to kiss you as you look so gorgeous?'  'I don't know' was her response.  'Don't be shy' I said 'I can see from your nipples that you're probably quite excited.' She blushed a deep crimson. 'If we don't like it we can just stop.'  'OK then' she said a bit uncertainly and we almost forgot to breathe as our lips got closer and closer until they touched.  The sensation was pure magic and very soon we were into a full French kiss. She was so soft and yielding. I drew away quite out of breath. 'Wow that was so different but so much nicer that I'd ever imagined.'  'Let's see if we can find a nice spot to sit down together.'  'OK' she said. I felt so happy, walking along with one arm round her and the other around my fella, whilst her friend trotted along with Mr. Video. We found out that she and I lived only about 30 miles apart and we promised to exchange addresses and phone numbers. The chemistry was electric between all three of us. Soon, we came across another of the little side paths and, exploring it, found a sunny patch of grass, slightly elevated on one side. We all flopped down, even the chap who had the vid-cam. My new girlfriend couldn't seem to keep her hands off me and I lay back whilst she caressed and fondled me. My body was responding in no uncertain terms to her ministrations. My b/f was lying propped up on one elbow watching us with a look of sheer delight on his face. I started guiding her hands to my boobs and pussy until my desires became very urgent to be satiated. It was so, so public, so, so naughty and erotic and so fantastic. I jumped as her fingers found my clitty and I held my love lips apart as I thrust my hips up urging her to abuse me. Suddenly, I felt her lean over and her tongue starting flicking across my tummy and down to my clitty making exquisite little forays along my pussy. I started to moan how good it was and kept begging her for more. I grabbed her hair with both hands and rubbed myself against her mouth. I heard myself half shout that I was coming and wave upon wave of delight shook me to my very core. Yes, yes, yes I was shouting 'more - deeper- faster - yessss.' My climax took ages and ages and as it began to die down I sank back exhausted onto the ground. I was so satisfied that I could hardly move. I held out my hands and drew her down close to me and fell into a deep contented sleep in her arms. There were more fun and games but nothing as exciting as had already happened and, anyway, the video chap had left us so there was no further visual record although he hadn't forgotten to write down our address. I've been watching the second DVD he sent us with a lovely letter of thanks as I've been recalling all this and it's helped me to relive so vividly those two days. I don't expect it even remotely crossed your minds but both my hands have been busy and one of them as well as both my boobs and torso are really drenched. Thank you for reading, I now need a new little nap!!

Baby Sister by SZENSEI Copyright© 2022 by SZENSEI Episode 3: stRAWberry SHortcAKE “Strawberries coming right up.” Wiley Barnett paraded through the kitchen; his loose-fitting sweatpants tented in dramatic fashion. Sweet impressionable, downright stupid Maria Blanco following him like a lost puppy. One very adorable puppy mind you. For only sixteen she was drop dead gorgeous, just like her supermodel mother. Only much shorter and still growing. At 4’7, 82 pounds according to Matthew Barnett she was like a living breathing doll. Tiny in proportion yet endowed enough in her breasts to know they would one day catch up in size to her mother. Cutesy might be a good description. She was uncertain what to do now that her mother was away. Her second day in Man’s world as her mother Esperanza often called it, she was sad yet feeling free. With her mother gone for a month Maria could be herself, of course, being herself wasn’t entirely clear. At barely sixteen and having had no real interaction with the outside world she wanted to further her education of life itself. Again, that too was unclear, having seen Wiley jerk off by the pool and he playfully exposing himself right behind her mother in the dining room, just for Maria, she found him hilarious. Where most young girls might panic, shy little Maria was not one of them. She really didn’t know right from wrong. Blame it on her Mommy. “I love strawberries.” She pepped up glued to his hip as he grabbed a bowl to put the berries in. She attempted to steal one, but Wiley lifted the bowl high into the air over her 4’7 status. Wiley being 6’3 no matter how high she jumped to reach the bowl she failed. Laughing over her unsuccessful attempts he watched her jubilant titties dancing about beneath her yellow dress’s cleavage. The more she jumped the lower her dress fell, with no straps to hold it up the inevitability of her breasts being concealed much longer was only a matter of time. Facing her even more fun considering his erection stabbed straight at her, each jump led her tummy to collide with his beast, she hadn’t even realized it. To her it was all about the fruit, not the looms. “My berries.” He teased her laughing at her tormented expression, “Pout all you want Baby Sister. You gotta earn these berries.” “What do you mean?” She paused in her hops to study his playful sneer. Good God, those big brown orbs. Her expression offering yearn over the berries but could easily be mistaken for sex. A bending at the knees dance she was whining over his unwillingness to share. “We’ll get to that. Let’s go sit on the sectional so I can enjoy my tasty berries here.” “You must share.” She stomps her foot, being dramatic over a pouty tantrum. “Do not be stingy.” “I share when you share.” He twists in step and walks away from her. In tow she explored his muscles at wearing no shirt, having no real visual of a man’s anatomy this was her first. Oscar his father did not count, he was ever the gentleman. Although, she did sneak a brief peek at her mother and Oscar having sex, the images giving her goosebumps, more than any scars. She knew nothing of sex as an act of pleasure. At some point she would demand clarification over what she witnessed. Maria rather enjoyed watching Wiley’s tight butt leading her into the family room. Amazement to say the least. So much for blinking. “Keepin’ up Baby Sister?” He leered over his shoulder, she skipped along rather than walking, dogging his heels with the most remarkable sparkle in her eyes. He had a hunch that she was curious, how curious remained the question. Reaching the sectional, he plopped down dead center on the sofa and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. Standing over him she fidgeted as he ate a berry. “No fair. Share with me. I thought I was a member of this family now.” “Sit down right here next to me.” He pats the cushion making certain she knew he meant hip to hip. Without pondering his request, she just did it. Legs touching legs. “Comfy?” “Yes.” “Good. I ask a question and if I like the answer, I feed you a berry. Deal?” “Yes.” “Perfect. You’ve never seen a man naked before me, have you?” “I have not.” She watched him swirl a berry in the air before her eyes, following it in hopes she would be fed. “Did you like seeing me naked?” “That is two questions.” “Don’t get cute, answer me.” He chuckles. “It was most interesting.” “Fair enough.” He presses the berry on to her lips and she nibbles it, expressing a vitamin C orgasm. “Look at that expression. You should love everything as much as that berry.” “Everything?” “Yep! I’m going to take my sweats off here in a minute. A berry delivered to that tongue if you say you’re not going to run off crying.” “Why would you...?” Her eyes lower to his tentpole and flare up at its size. While she considered it wrong as it should be, she did want to see him again. Up close! Curiosity lured the cat. “I will not run. Nor cry.” “Good girl. There’s no need to panic all I’m doing is prepping you for the future. I like living carefree so I pretty much live naked unless I’m at work ... when I work.” “Berry.” She shifts sideways facing him with a starving look in her eyes. He fed her another one but held onto it to observe her puckered lips sucking on its juices. Her eyes carefully studied his as to why he was doing this. Finally, he winks and releases the berry to her hunger. “Look at that ecstasy.” “What is ecstasy?” She took a vivid interest. “You remember when I stroked my boy here by the pool?” Setting the bowl of berries to his left Wiley lifted his hips up and tugs his sweats down to his ass, his dick popping free before her eyes. Just watching her eyes bulge made him grow harder. Rubbing berry juice on his cock just to be cute he awaited her answer. “Yes. What is stroked?” She grows shy suddenly and stares at it. In her lured in gaze, he swoops a berry under her face and feeds her again, more juices rubbed on his crown right in front of her. “Why do you rub juice on yourself?” “Stroked is this.” He curls his wet fingers and thrashes his girth before her mesmerized eyeballs. Strawberry juice helps keep the white devil from being so painful to a guy. Before you ask, I’ll explain that in a minute. I want you to understand I’m not here to hurt you, Maria. I just need to know you’re alright that I walk around in front of you naked.” “This is your home. I am a guest.” “Not true. This is your home now too. So, you’re okay seeing me nude?” “Yes.” She eyes the bowl of berries which he placed in his lap right above his monster erection. “You might catch me jerking off a lot. White Devil is a bitch. There’s an epidemic ... a medical condition... “He knew epidemic was too big of a word for her mentality. “It attacks both men and women, but men feel it the worst. White devil makes this here penis, that’s what it’s called really swollen. Inside our body is gland, an internal organ where a tiny critter lives. He spits a lot. If a fella or gal doesn’t get it out of their system really fast, it can put them in the hospital. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to go to one of those. Unless of course there’s a cute nurse who helps me get that white devil out. So, yeah, I have to beat off a lot to protect my health. Can you live with that?” “There is no cure?” He shakes his head with a deafening sigh. “That must be really hard to live with. I understand. If you must. Berry?” “Very HARD! Choose one and pick it out of the bowl.” His erection arching right over the bowl made her hesitate. Still, the temptation was too great, and she reached in to pluck up a berry without touching him. Devouring it she studies his eyes as she knows he was looking at her cleavage. Blushing she shares her thoughts. “Why do you look at me so?” “Sorry. It’s a guy thing. You know that you’re beautiful.” “I think so.” She giggles and shares a hint of ego. “See my penis? His name is Dick.” He points at it again reeling her in. “Yes. Hello Dick.” Oh, hell! She actually introduced herself to it. “I am Maria.” “This is what happens to a guy when a beautiful woman is in the room. Dick gets all blown out of proportion. White Devil senses a gal, girl, and fights hard to come out to scare her. He can be a vicious critter sometimes. To be honest I’ve heard doctor’s say that White Devil likes the ladies. Hates us men though. He lives to cause us misery.” “Does it hurt that bad? Dick looks ... purple.” “Hurts terribly until you work it out. Recall my jerking off and that white stuff shooting out of my teeny tiny spout right here?” He taps his urethra as she examines it from a distance. “That’s where White Devil likes to attack from. In girls it’s different. As you know you don’t have a penis.” “Mommy and Conchita call it Cenote. It means a deep hole with water in it.” “No shit! Well, hello there, Cenote.” He slyly lifts her skirt to look at her cute well-groomed pussy. At least Esperanza showed her how to maintain herself instead of a rain forest between her legs. Shyly she presses her skirt back down. No fear, simply confused by why he did that. She was moist down there. “I did not get a good look. You were too far away.” “I’m closer now. Want me to show you what beauty does to a man? White Devil is throwing a fit right now inside me. These berries aren’t helping like they should.” “They’re not?” “The CDC ... that’s a medical organization, a place to help people battle illness. They help doctors in finding a way to ward off the White Devil. CDC stands for Curing Dick Calamity.” She was eating up every word he tossed at her. Box of boulders? Try Box of Planets. It was unbelievable how dim Maria truly was. She believed everything he said. He was convincing. “Berry juice helps but sometimes not for a guy. I hear females have a different body chemistry than us fellas, that’s why they have cute nurses to rub in the juices until White Devil gives up. Once he’s out of my system that gives me a few hours relief before he’s back at biting my insides. He hides out right here.” He lifts his dick and shows her his gigantic scrotum, full to the brim with cum. Just teasing her he was fueling up. “He hides up inside there? He must be very big.” “Only his spit. The spit builds up in White Devil making him grow until he releases it, then he gets smaller. It’s a constant battle. Just ask Owen and Tyson.” “They have this problem too?” “All men do. It’s a worldwide problem.” “Maybe this is why Mommy kept me away from the world.” It made more sense to her now. “I am sorry you suffer Wiley.” “We just have to live with it until there’s a cure. The one thing the doctors say is that females are the best short-term cure available. White Devil in males is attracted to girls. Their touch soothes him until he wants out to meet them. Supposedly that spit he hurls up helps gals ward off their own suffering.” “I do not feel sick.” “You’re lucky. I’m thinking it’s because you’re from Colombia. I hear it’s bad down there but not as painful as up here. I heard you caught your momma helping our daddy’s White Devil problem.” “Was that why mommy was ... on Oscar’s ... is his named Dick too?” She points at his erection. “Oh, no! Daddy calls his Buster. His Buster is waaay bigger than mine, so he suffers a lot more than us boys. Your momma’s job is to keep him happy and pain free. That’s why he’s spoiling her rotten. You might have to help your momma someday. If daddy’s pain gets too bad it takes more than one gal to ease his woes. That happens on occasion to all of us but not often. One gal’s help is usually enough.” “This is all very scary.” “If you’re going to live in this house, you can’t be spooked over things like this Maria. Grab a berry.” She instinctively goes after a strawberry. In her decision to choose a larger berry it meant grazing her knuckle on his crown. She freezes up watching his face at her accidental caress. He went into theatrics expressing pain. “Fuck that hurt.” “Forgive me Wiley. I did not mean to hurt you.” “Relax!” He cringed but gave an Oscar performance. The award not his daddy. “I know you didn’t. I’m not mad.” He reaches an arm out and draws her closer into him to hug her. Kissing her forehead, she trembles. “No harm done Baby Sister. You’re shaking like a leaf. Everything, alright?” “I hurt you, Wiley.” She grew weepy, tears welling in her innocent eyes, “These upsets me, even if you say it is okay.” “Look kid, the pain goes away quick, but it is the only real way is for me to work out that White Devil. It’s a daily agony for men.” “So, all of my brothers have this White Devil? You said all men.” “Yep! All men deal with the pain. It’s how we embrace the pain that makes us a man.” Tears withheld she bashfully looks up into his eyes without blinking, “You may fix your pain.” “You’re the one that caused it to hurt. You fix it.” He chuckles as she lowers her jaw in shock. “Me? I do not know how.” “Well, like I said berry juice helps the pain, you did notice I wiped some on it earlier.” He counts on her naivety to keep her interest. “Also said a female’s sweat glands, body chemistry added to the berry juice is stronger than when a guy does it. I didn’t have any berry juice out by the pool yesterday, but did you notice the pain I had, I know my growls and grunts had to be loud. It takes everything I got to get him out. He fights back every time.” “Yes. You looked pale.” “It’s an old Indian trick. Berries help some but the real pain reliever is this.” He digs into his lowered sweats pocket for a small bottle of lube, showing it to her. “This stuff coats it and heats it up. Notice it says strawberry on the label here?” She nods reading it, “It neutralizes the pain until the White Devil ejects. Neutralize means calms the irritation. Too much hand friction makes Dick here sore. If he gets sore, then the real pain starts because then I can’t fight back.” She winces at the bottle poised before her eyes, “Indian’s make a killing bottling this stuff.” “Oh! I am going to eat another berry.” Her attention span fades fast as she reaches in for another berry. Again, she grazes his crown, but this time on purpose. Expecting him to grit his teeth she looks up to see his eyes rolling back into his head. “Have I harmed you again Wiley?” She lifts up beneath his arm turning more to face him, placing her left hand on his chest without thinking. The slightest touch to his flesh sent electrical current throughout her entire body, she had no clue what her sensations meant. “Hurt like a bitch. You keep doing that and you’re going to be the one jerking me off to ease the agony.” “I will try if it eases your pain.” “Naaaa! Much as I respect your offer I better not. I don’t think your momma would be too happy about you helping me out. She can help us boys when she gets home. It is only a month.” “She does not know that I watched you by the pool or when you showed me Dick behind her back in the dining room. I did not want her to yell at me.” “You kept it to yourself?” “Yes. I will not tell her. I do not like when she scolds me.” “I can understand that. Pact? I don’t tell, if you don’t?” “Yes.” She smiles warmly, “If I may help you I will. Mother did tell me to try and bond with my new brothers. Helping you all will make me happy here. I want you all to like me.” “That’s a good thing. All of us boys could certainly use your help. We can return the favor whenever you need something from us.” “Like new clothes?” She peps up, “Mother told me you would take me shopping.” “We can do that. You’re going to be spoiled in no time Squirt.” “I like being spoiled. Mother spoiled me every day. Clothes, jewelry, perfume, massages. The only thing is, I was not allowed outside our home. We ordered everything in. Only mother was allowed out of our house. Conchita went home when mommy was back from work.” “That sounds horrible. A cutie like you should be shown off. A lot of men out there in pain.” He laughs. “I see now that this is why mother kept me isolated. She knew I was too young to be of help.” “Probably so. I’m sure she’s helped a quite a few guys in her life. Maids often act like nurses. Alright! I’ll let you help me out. Trial basis?” “I will do my best.” Her hand still on his chest she feels his heartbeat. She had not even realized her hand was loitering there. He didn’t tell her to back off so surely, he was alright with her close proximity. Blushing again she removed her hand and reached slowly down to ... procure another berry. Stealing it giggling she fed her lips with an alluring gaze. “Thief.” “I told you I adore berries.” He sits the bowl into her lap and stands up to fully remove his sweats before sitting back down in all of his glory. His dick wagging about amused her. “Fuck even that hurt like crazy.” “Show me what I must do.” She turns sideways completely and sits Indian style; in her unladylike posture he could see her cute little pussy. She hadn’t even considered that he might be looking until she notes his eyes lowered. The bowl in her lap concealed her as she trembled. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be checking you out. Feel free to tell me to behave if my eyes get too nosey.” “I should be wearing underwear. I did not have a matching set for this dress. Mother insisted I go without because she wanted Oscar to feel good about buying it for me.” “Mom has a point. Statistics say a woman should never wear underwear to help ward off the female White Devil’s Daughter. Clothing for that matter. I hear it causes cancer. That’s why I try and stay naked. Now, my brothers, they work jobs, so they have to wear clothing.” “What?” Her eyes bulge, “Underwear and clothes are bad?” “Only what I’ve heard.” “I ... would like to know more.” “You had a computer at home?” “No. My nanny looked up things for me and made copies of it from the city. Mom would not let me have a computer or a television. Only books.” “Only for business. Don’t let daddy ever catch you using it, or he’ll spank you red.” “I do not know how; you could make copies for me. He would do this?” “We all learned our lessons the hard way growing up.” He touches his cock then gnashes his teeth, “Still hurts to high heaven.” Unbeknownst to Maria she and Wiley were being observed by Matthew in his father’s office. Hearing his brother mention underwear and clothing causing White Devil he had to roll his eyes. Coyote’s ethics were ate up, but everything he was telling Maria was too perfect. Chuckling he set about making a fake medical report to share with Maria later. This game was just too much fun. Laughing about it he sent a text to his other brothers telling them to stop wearing underwear. Their reaction was priceless. Easy enough they concurred. Back in the family room Wiley stroked his cock and applied lube to it, making it shiny, his eager thrusts making the lube squishy in sound. She was mesmerized by its reaction to his grip. Blushing she ate another berry almost seductively, her thoughts on her assistance coping with her nerves. “You sure you’re okay Maria? I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do.” “I will watch for now.” “Fair enough. The lube helps ease the soreness. If you’re too shy to help out I totally understand.” “I will work on my shyness. I told mother that I would be a new person when she returned.” “We’re all happy to help you Baby Sister.” “I like being called that.” “True ain’t it?” “Yes. We are now related. I am much younger than all of you. So, I am the baby.” “Exactly! It’s our job to guide you along. Maybe not so much like what I’m doing right now. I don’t want you to think we’re all as open as I am.” “I will learn about each of you in time.” “Absolutely! Move over here under my wing like you were earlier. I might need your support the more I rub this stuff in.” She scoots back under his arm, and he hugs her tightly to his hip, rubbing her bicep briskly. The sensations made her bite her lower lip, her eyes flaring up beneath a shared gaze. “May I ask a question?” “Sure.” “Does it help that I am closer to you when you do this?” “It does actually. While I’m in excruciating pain, the closeness of a beautiful woman eases the hardship. Like I told you the White Devil is attracted to the females. Closer the better.” “I am getting goosebumps.” “Too many strawberries. You might be breaking out in hives.” “That is not true.” She giggles. “Never know. I read a lot of medicine books. From what I’ve read goosebumps mean a person like being close to others. I know I like being close to you. How about you Maria?” “I will get used to this closeness if it helps.” “Helps more than you know Maria. Can you get even closer?” “How do I do this that you ask?” “You had your hand on my chest earlier. We can start there if you’re comfortable.” Without a word she shifts in his grasp slightly, her left leg moving over his hip to settle in. Palming his chest, he notes her eyes sparkling at being able to touch him again. He nodded at her reaction, “Any closer?” “How?” “Let’s move your hand down some.” He leads her hand from his chest getting lube on her knuckles. Sliding her fingers down to his chiseled abs her heartbeat stormed her own chest. “You are very fit.” She expels nasally. “I work out. Not as heavily as Owen but I’m getting there.” “Does my touch help?” “Any touch helps Maria. It’s just the closeness that takes the fire out. Try putting your cheek on my chest.” She listens as she watches him stroke his cock below her hand. Avoiding words Maria makes a surprising move on her own. Sliding her fingers down into his pubic hair she shivers at what she had managed to make herself do. “Better?” “Hell, yes. Only thing better is if you took over. My hands getting wore out.” She expresses tension but sighs and eases her hand down to gravitate over his meaty crown. “Touch him. It’s not going to bite you. Well, until that White Devil shoots out. You can’t be afraid of him. Sometimes staring right at him up close makes him crazy. Only time he might be painful to you is if he spits into your eye. Doctors say for a lady the male White Devil is good for the skin on a gal. More you apply the better your skin will get.” “Does White Devil hurt when he comes out and gets on you?” “Guys yes. Girl’s no. Doctors can’t explain why it works that way, but male White Devil controls the female version. The more a gal gets on her or in her the better it keeps her own body from being in pain. That’s why your momma was riding daddy. He shot White Devil right up into her. You saw how happy she was. Least that’s what Owen told me.” “It did make mommy very happy. I have never done such a thing. I think I would like to just use my hand for now.” “Perfect! Plenty of time for you to understand the world we live in here in Texas. It takes a real woman to ride Dick and Buster. Tyson calls his Bull. Owen’s is Curly. Matty is Boss. And Jacob is Big Doggy!” “I see. I will try to remember their names.” Daring to place a finger on his crown his beast reacts making her jump back. “I think the White Devil knows I am near. He moved Dick as if sensing I was there.” His grip on her body held her firmly from evasion. Not that she was trying to escape, merely coping with her thoughts and emotions. “This is new to me.” “Understood. Yeah, White Devil knows, he takes over Dick there and sometimes I can’t even control him.” He releases her arm and stretches back in the sectional, arms folding behind his head, “I’m not going to keep you here if you want go.” “I do not wish to leave you in pain.” “Now that makes me proud of you Baby Sister. A true Barnett, even if not in name. None of us would ever leave you hurting either.” “Thank you. May I try again?” “Go for it. Here let me put more lube on him.” “May I do it?” Puckering at her determination he squeezes the bottle over her palm and coats it. With a shiver at her future endeavor, she reaches down and hovers at his cock’s side, uncertain how best to approach it. Finally, Wiley lowers his hand and draws her fingers to his girth. Curling her fingers around him he lets out a growl of agony. “Fuck, that hurts. You have to get busy Maria. The more he stands there the more he throbs.” “I can feel the throbbing.” She looks haunted. “It’s the pain. Stroke him like I was doing.” “Like this?” She moves up and down on his cock slowly. “Faster. Grip it tighter to show him you mean business. Use both hands if you need to.” “I will need to change positions if I am to use two hands.” “Crawl up on your knees facing toward your job there.” She moves quickly and leans over his lap to return to her mission. In her current stance her ass was in the air, her skirt already short revealed her tight little heart shaped booty. Careful not to let her notice he pinched the skirt and lifted it for a succulent view of her tight butt pucker. Whistling silently, the Coyote howled. “Am I doing it right?” She asked leering back at him. Again, his eyes were white. “Am I hurting you more? I cannot see your eyes.” “Don’t stop. If you let him think he’s winning I’m going to start screaming. I’m just trying to fight off the torture he’s causing.” She takes more interest in her mission. Doing her best, she increased her speed and rhythm in hopes that she was doing him service. Finding it fun she took time to admire his crown, eyes flaring at how purple and glossy it was. Further inspection she realized his balls were becoming even more bulbous and tight. Watching his scrotum dance about under her hand motions made her grin sheepishly. She was liking men, her mother’s distaste for letting her see the world for what it was hurt her feelings. Hearing Wiley groan she wasn’t certain if she was doing him justice. Still, he did tell her not to stop so she refused. Until he told her not to, she intended to bring out that nasty White Devil he said hurt him so much. In his delirium of lust Wiley Barnett found himself unable to not touch her. His left hand slipping under her skirt to palm her spine made her jump and hesitate briefly. Knowing that he fucked up he quickly removed his hand and pulled her skirt as low as it could go. “Sorry Maria. I didn’t mean to do that. I meant to rub your back because you’re slumped over. It can’t be good on your posture. Only ... on top of the dress.” She trembled heavily having been touched in places only her female nanny who was also her masseuse had been allowed to back in Colombia. Beet red she resumed her stroking, trying to overlook his hand which now rubbed the same spot but only outside her yellow skirt. She realized then that he could visually see her private parts, eyes flaring at the thought she felt caught between a rock and a harder place. “Wiley?” “Yes, Baby Sister?” “May I sit up and finish? I do not feel comfortable that you may look up my skirt.” “Trying not to. See I have my eyes covered.” She looks back to find his right forearm over his eyes. “That’s why I accidently went up your skirt, because I was rubbing blind. Not saying I didn’t see your cute lil’ ass but it wasn’t intentional.” “You think my tushy is cute?” She blushes even harder trying not to laugh. “Don’t make me blush too. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” He bluffed her. “Would a gentleman want this of me?” She pauses to stare at his cock. “OWWWWWWWWW!” He blurted, “DON’T STOP. IT’S ALREADY RESISTING YOU.” Immediately, she returned to jerking him off, living with her predicament of Wiley being able to see her bottom. He grew smug that she was falling for his every word. Naïve was her middle name. Sensing his body quivering at her grip she brightens her eyes and dares to look back at Wiley without warning. “You are looking.” Chuckling he reached up with both hands and grabbed her hips tickling her. She lost her grip briefly at his unexpected attack. She hated being tickled but found herself laughing uncontrollably. “Shit! What am I doing?” He retraces his hands, “The agony! I tried to make you loosen up but now I’m only suffering for it. Work it ... please.” He expressed pain and covered her butt again. “Don’t hate me, Sis.” “I do not hate you. I do not like being tickled.” “Couldn’t resist. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” “Your eyes as well?” “Not promising that. Just relax Maria.” “I am trying to.” “You’re getting close. I can feel the White Devil ready to shoot. Don’t get too close it might blind you. You can stare him in the eye but be ready to lift your chin.” “Okay! So, it won’t burn my skin?” “Not at all. It only hurts inside me, when it comes out and hits the air it becomes less potent. I know it sounds weird, but the White Devil is good for you once it’s out. Tasty even.” “You taste it after White Devil spits it out?” “I do. Recall that nondairy cream I mentioned outside? The White Devil is that cream. The male White Devil is often ingested ... eaten by women to ward off the female version. In my case it settles my tummy. I get heartburn after he leaves my body. Women across the world say male White Devil relaxes their body. Sometimes it pushes them to get their own out. Now, in the case of White Devil’s Daughter, guys eat the lady’s version which in turn slows the male agony some. Just not for long. Sooner or later the Doctors will have a breakthrough.” “I do not think I want to try it.” She expresses distaste. “You don’t have to. I’m just telling you it’s a delicacy. In some countries they can’t get enough of it. It’s like snails. Top dollar quality.” “I do not like snails. I am vegan remember?” “Yep. That’s it, Baby Girl. You’re there, lil faster and the agony will be over.” “My hands are tired.” “DON’T YOU DARE STOP NOW.” He bellows making her cringe. Realizing his mistake, he lays back and shuts up outside of his moans. She shook heavily but continued until he tensed up and before her eyes shot his load in a fit of serpentine shots of cum. Amazed by his powerful ejaculation she continued as more fountains out. Her face over his crown she screamed at shots across her lips and chin. Her knuckles covered in his cum she suddenly didn’t know what to do. “PERFECTION! Thank you, Baby Sis. I feel incredible now.” “I am glad I could help ease your pain.” She sits up holding her wet fingers out wondering what to do outside of wiping them on her dress, which she did not want to do. Eying her stress Wiley reached over and picked her up dragging her to straddle his lap. Feeling his wet cock rubbing up under her dress along her butt crack she whimpered. “That deserves a hug.” He pulls her against his chest and hugged her tightly. “You are welcome. Wiley? White Devil is on my face. What do I do now?” She sighs with her chin on his shoulder, hands fearing touching him for getting him wet. Releasing her he let her sit up on him but took her by her wrists. Leading her fingers to his mouth he licked and sucked his jizz off of them. She began breathing heavily at his attentiveness. Not only that but his dick was dangerously close to her tight little virgin cunt. Afraid to move she just sat there in shock. “Damn I taste good.” He held her middle finger between his teeth his tongue flicking its tip. Eying her fear he releases her hand, “Shit! I’m scaring the holy hell out of you. I didn’t mean to do that Maria.” He hesitates with a cringe before reaching over for the bowl of berries. In her shock she had not realized his fingers had slipped under her skirt and gathered trickles of cum from his balls just before picking up a strawberry. Rubbing his cum on it he guides it to her lips. “Forgive me?” She glared at the poised berry upon its tempting arrival then devoured it with greed. Realizing a new taste her eyes brighten up. “See? Not as bad as you thought.” “You tricked me.” “Gave you a treat. Mad at me?” “No.” She blushes, “White Devil is quite good.” “Want some more?” “We do not have any more.” “Lift up a bit.” He coaxes her to rise in her seat over his lap. Taking another selected berry, he moves it under her skirt blindly and gathers more cum on it. Returning with even more white puddled up goodness he shows it to her. Her eyes trembling in their sockets she lets him bring it to her tongue, then her lips surrounding the fruit. “Suck on the berry.” She does so and rolls her own eyes back at the taste. “Good stuff, huh?” “It was better than the first time.” “There was more on it that time. Any time you want more of that you just come see ole’ Wiley Coyote.” “Do you hurt often?” “Every fucking day. I gotta say Maria, you sitting on me like this feels nice. Feels like family.” “I find it awkward.” She leers behind her at her ass feeling his dick rubbing along it beneath her skirt. “Of course. Hop off before I get too comfy.” “You find my sitting on you comfy?” “Very much so. I’m sure you don’t feel the same way, being new to a man, but we men love being close to a beautiful woman like this.” “I am a girl.” “You ain’t no silly girl. I see a very smart young woman. You might need to mature more but Sis, you have us Barnett’s to help you along.” “I ... still feel like a girl. I want to show mommy I am a woman though.” “You’re not hopping off very fast there, Baby Sister.” He notices her reluctance to move. She lowers her gaze to his chest and plants her palms on his pecs. “It is comfy.” “You just said it was awkward.” He laughs. “Awkward, but comfy.” She hides her eyes bashfully. “I still don’t know what to do with White Devil on my face.” Playfully, Wiley licks her face and eats his nut. She laughed over his prickly beard stubble. “There! All fixed.” He passed up another strawberry and fed her. In her chewing and staring at him without blinking she suddenly lunged and hugged his neckline; kiddy like in burying her face into his shoulder. “I am glad that you are my brother.” Her tone melted his heart. Even Matthew watching over hidden cameras swallowed dryly. As a profiler for the FBI, he saw her naivety but also saw her soul. He had to get up and stretch. Only two rooms away it was not hard to reach the family room. One of three in the manor. “Well now! Ole’ Coyote is proud to be your big brother. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me Sis, so it might be better if you climb off of my lap before he starts hurting again.” Before she could cooperate, Matthew took a stroll into the family room with his hands in his pockets. “What are you two doing?” “Getting to know one another. Our new sister is mighty helpful Matthew. I was just telling her about White Devil.” “Don’t remind me. I just fended him off in the office. Vicious fucker snuck up on me.” Matthew winces. “You do not need my help, Matthew? Is Boss hurting you?” Matty wanted to laugh, having heard the nickname of his penis thanks to Wiley’s creative stupidity. “I appreciate the offer. Boss is fine for now. I’m sure there will come a time I’ll be grateful to accept your offer. You have a lot to learn Maria. This world has gone to hell. Hopefully, Fiji helps daddy. He’s suffering bad in his old age. Esperanza’s youth will help him heel better.” “Oh, yeah!” Wiley sat back drawing Maria over his chest as Matty stood behind her opposite the coffee table. In drawing her forward Matty saw her tight little clam glossed up by Wiley’s leftover droplets. She was clinging to Wiley and cuddling up. “I did forget one detail from that CDC report. Girl’s that are sixteen to eighteen do show signs that help the older males control their pain threshold.” “What is threshold?” Lifting tiny Maria, a tad higher in his lap his giant cock slipped into her inner thighs, the crown pointed right up at her vulva area. Eyes flaring Maria reacted to how close he was. “None of that threshold stuff Coyote. The female threshold is for Esperanza. Male threshold is what you saw daddy and Esperanza dealing with in his bedroom. Maria isn’t woman enough to know about thresholds.” “Tell me!” She did try to lift away from Wiley’s big wet erection. It was too close to Cenote. Cute how Cenote and Coyote were so similar in spelling. “I want to know.” “Not today. Some things should come as you get older.” Poo! Then, I will go to my room now. Thank you for showing me how to be helpful Wiley.” She leans forward and gives him a peck on the cheek. In easing back down Wiley had moved his erection higher toward his abdomen so that when she sat back his penis rolled right over her clitoris. The stimulation made her squeal and apologized with her eyes for the outburst. “Trying to make me deaf Baby Sister?” Coyote winced and put a fingertip in her ear wiggling it about. “Go on to your room. We’ll call you for dinner. Oh, remember what I said about underwear.” “That is not true.” She smirks. “Tell her, Matthew. Isn’t it a medical fact that underwear of any kind is bad for the health. Clothes too.” “Definitely, not good. Here, I’ll prove it.” Matthew takes his cell out of his pocket and looks up his fake medical report indicating how dangerous underwear is specifically to younger women. Showing her as she stands up and shuffles around the sectional to face Matthew she claims his cell, never once in her life seeing one. She was in awe of technology. In Colombia, Esperanza hid her own cell very well in order to know when clients required her services. Maria never once knew she had one. Eyes bulging, she reads the fake document and pouts, “Why did my mother not tell me of this? I will never wear panties or bra again.” “Tight clothing is just as bad. Looser the better.” Matthew squeezes her shoulder. “Even this cute dress here could be hazardous to your health.” “I do not wish to go naked.” “Course not. Not that picturing that is bad.” Matthew chuckles. “See Maria? Even Matty thinks you have a cute ass.” Wiley jokes leering upward in his slouch. “You do?” She hands his cell back then fidgets. “Not trying to make you feel uneasy Kid.” Matty scowls, “You are pretty perfect.” “Thank you. I will go to my room now.” She twists on her heel and scurries away leaving the men to share a devious smirk. Giving her time to reach her bedroom they switch on the television monitoring of her room. Within they watch Maria disrobe and feel her ass. She was still damp of Wiley’s jizz and went so far as to sniff her fingertips. “Ohhhh, yeahhh! Maria’s hooked. Eavesdropping paid off. Good move comin’ up with that medical report.” “Too early to tell. Don’t push things. Let the other boys have their moments to sort out her thoughts. I will say this ... the kid is beyond naïve.” “Better for us.” “True.” Lifting his bowl of strawberries Wiley shared the wealth. “Berry?” “Fuck you, you sick bastard.” “Worked on Shortcake.” Matthew rolled his eyes and left Wiley to his fruit. He would return to the office to watch Maria take a bubble bath. Matty even found it in himself to jerk off at his desk a second time. Highbone could clean up his mess. It was ironic that all of Maria’s hygiene products were strawberry in scent. Strawberry shortcake did sound appetizing. Matty would pick his own berries from the garden.

Bikini Beach byAngelaSaxon© Bikini Beach Ch. 01 The long sandy beach had a perfection one might expect on the cover of a brochure advertising some kind of tropical resort, with bright sun and clear blue skies and waters. And indeed images of this beach had been used on the cover of the brochure which had brought the two boys to this place. A moderately obscure resort in the more paradisical part of Ruritania. But in truth it wasn't simply the prospects of swimming and sunbathing that had caught their eye. As two horny and distinctly mischievous eighteen year olds, the attention of Matthew and Ted was predictably attracted by the tanned, big-boobed blonde in the bikini lying on the sand in the photo of this beach, with other, seemingly similarly hot girls spread out along the beach. Yes, this resort promised the possibility of proximity to exactly such exotic creatures. While these two boys were not exactly unattractive, they were also more than slightly nerdy, and partly as a consequence were so far lacking in experience with the opposite sex. And experience with the opposite sex was exactly what they wished for. So much. Daydreams of girl in bikinis, or, heaven permit, maybe even topless, had occupied their minds ever since they had begun to plan this holiday. With this in mind, the naughtier of the two, Ted, had had the idea of bringing a high quality camera with them, with a good zoom lens, which they could conceal in a specially-altered beach bag, to capture any attractive girls revealing any amount of flesh in the sun's heat on this idyllic beach. And they planned to be sneaky. Neither could imagine better mementoes of their vacation than high-quality full-color photos and video of the hottest girls a beautiful resort could offer. Also, both Ted and Matthew were frequent visitors to Voyeurland website, a community of perverts to which people would often submit photos sneakily taken of gloriously clueless women tanning topless or - oh boy! - completely nude. Visitors to the sites could vote for favored images and there were cash prizes for those deemed the hottest. While this wasn't a nude beach, Matthew and Ted did have hopes of offsetting the cost of this trip by getting as many such images as they could. You could even submit video of such girls, for more prizes. And they were ready and equipped to do so. Even if they didn't win, the idea of exposing some model-quality girl to the world was hot. In truth, in all of their horny teenage years, neither had managed to see an actual live girl naked. In truth, over the last couple of years, Ted, with the eager assistance of Matthew, had set up several pranks which, if successful, would have involved multiple girls finding themselves suddenly nude in public, or at least in front of Ted and Matthew and a camera, but sadly so far without success. Thus Ted spent much of the plane journey to Ruritania speculating about the quality of the girls they would encounter at the resort, and the entertainment they would derive from covertly ensuring the everlasting notoriety of any of them foolish enough to permit their camera even a momentary glimpse of their special bits. "Like, imagine their faces if these girls ever see the photos on-line?!" Ted giggled as they had boarded the plane for the resort. "Or maybe they just won't understand all of the sniggering and funny looks the guys at work give them after someone recognizes them and makes sure everyone gets a look." "You can be sure there are lots of guys who would love a chance to see that hot girl in the office, nude, without her knowing." "This is going to be great!" As you can see, these fine, upstanding citizens were of deeply moral character, thoughtful to others, and utterly trustworthy. Young gentlemen of the highest order. On arriving, however, they discovered that they had made a mistake. While the beach was sunny, the water perfect, and the sand flawlessly soft beneath their feet, their lack of resources had led them to err in selecting when to visit this particular resort. After checking in at the hotel at noon, conveniently next to the beach, they had walked around the grounds and then down to the water to check it all out. Something had become clear to them very quickly. As lovely as it all was - almost no-one was here! No wonder it had been cheap enough for them to afford to stay here - it was off-season, sunny but weeks before large numbers of people would arrive. For some, this would have been great news, ensuring time to enjoy the beach without crowds of people around. For the boys, though, this was a disaster, putting a huge crimp in any of their hot-girl-related plans. In their first two hours at the beach, they counted twelve other people. Of those, only two had been women of the right age and attractiveness to fit their desired criteria. And of those two women, only one had even worn a bikini, none of which she had removed at any point despite sunbathing for a solid hour. She never even undid her top while lying on her front, thus denying the boys, who had their camera secretly zoomed in on her from a small but sufficient distance away, even the chance of a momentary nipple exposure. "I guess she doesn't care about tan-lines," Ted commented with disappointment. "What a bust." "Sure, a great bust, but we only get to see it under that top!" Matthew replied. "No, I mean this trip is a bust." "Oh. Yeah, Maybe so," Matthew said. "Damn." "And we're not going to be winning any prizes with these." There was a pause as they both considered this disappointing reality. "Let's get a drink." "Let's get a bunch of drinks." They headed to the hotel bar, and over the next half-hour got somewhat drunk. Over the next hour they got even more drunk. Later, quite far into the afternoon, Ted and Matthew emerged from the darkness of the bar, slightly unsteady and squinting in the suddenly bright sun, with the intention of returning to their hotel room, and maybe taking a nap. It was then that they first saw her. She looked in her early twenties, with a beautiful, heart-shaped face, long blonde hair, and amazingly blue eyes. Her skin was so tanned it appeared that she might have some latina blood. And though her bikini was relatively modest compared to what the boys would have preferred, it could in no way conceal the fact that she had simply astonishing tits on her toned, slim, flat-stomached body. Huge, firm, round tits - perfect. The boys couldn't help but watch as her amazing boobs bounced a little with each step she took. In short, she looked like a young hot big-titted wet dream, like a curvily perfect porn star if anyone could persuade a brown-skinned beauty this Playboy-perfect to star in porn. Ted and Matthew simply froze as she walked past them. With her having passed them on her way down to the beach, they could now stare far more openly, and as they looked after her they discovered that her bikini bottoms, while again reasonably modest for the kind tied at the sides in big bows, could in no way conceal the fact that her ass was an amazing bubble butt, obviously smooth and round and also, to their eyes, just perfect. A perfect rump. She was, they both realized simultaneously, the hottest girl they had ever seen in the flesh, and one of the hottest girls they had ever seen at all. They looked at each other and without a word just turned and headed toward the beach, following from maybe fifty feet this gorgeous bikini babe. Yes, she was so far out of their league she probably couldn't see them as anything other than ants from way up there. But they could sure see her, and they instantly, desperately hoped to see more. Arriving at the beach, the boys saw she was strolling along the sand away from the hotel. Maybe she wanted to be further away from the half-dozen people spread around the sand in front of the hotel, and maybe she just enjoyed a walk, but either way she was heading away, along the long, almost entirely empty beach. Both carrying towels, and Ted carrying their special camera-fitted beach bag, they decided to follow at a discreet distance, and a bit further away from the water, where small dunes could sometimes conceal them from view. "Maybe she's looking for somewhere to get some sun on those tits!' Matthew speculated hopefully to his comrade in stalking. "Or even to get an all-over tan!" Ted said. "But she probably won't do either if she see us around." "You're right, let's keep out of sight as much as possible." And so that is what they did, trying to walk casually so that they didn't look suspicious if she did happen to see them, but also trying to be as sneakily difficult to spot as possible, even veering further away from the water and behind some of those dunes to prevent being noticed. Ten minutes later, on what was apparently an utterly unused part of the beach - at least now - this amazing vision of sexiness decided to stop, sitting down on the sand and relaxing. Matthew and Ted, moving as slowly and silently as they could manage, were able to find a spot maybe fifteen behind her, half-concealed by a rising mound of sand. She had no idea they were there! From where they were crouching down, they had a pretty astonishing view of this girl's boobs poking up at the sky. Eager to capture anything and everything, Ted set up the bag to point the camera her way, and, looking in the bag, had the camera zoom in enough to get a nice, close image. They could take high-quality still photos from the excellent video this camera could take, so even a brief moment of exposed nipple or ass-crack might be enough for submission-worthy material. Meanwhile, this big-titted beauty had pulled a small bottle of vodka and a plastic cup from her bag, and was proceeding to drink in the sun. She pulled out ear-phones and attached them to a device and seemed to be listening to music and relaxing as she drank. Then she had another drink. This girl was astonishingly sexy, but Matthew and Ted started to get impatient, and then bored. Come on, no-one else is here (that you know of!) so take off that top, or at least lie on your front and undo it to get sun on your back. Do something more! But she didn't. She had several drinks in the hot sun, and that looked like all she would do. Then she pulled something out of her bag and lit it with a cigarette lighter. Ted and Matthew assumed it was a cigarette until wind blew some smoke their way and they realized she was smoking a joint. Not a small one, either. Now they started to feel envious, and wished they had brought booze at least, or had found somewhere they could buy pot. This was dragging on, as the girl had another drink, and then another joint. Her movements were showing serious signs of the consequences of this consumption, too. After a while, Matthew was starting to think it was time to leave, maybe go back to the bar, maybe try again tomorrow or something, when Ted got his attention. "Hey!" he whispered. "I think she's falling asleep." And that seemed to be true. The combination of alcohol, pot, and hot sun, and maybe insufficient food or water, had this girl lying down and seemingly drifting into unconsciousness. They watched as her head slowly moved to the side and her arm slowly slid off her stomach onto the sand, her regular breathing the only other motion for some minutes. They waited, unsure what to do, until Ted whispered "Fuck it, hang on a minute" and reached into their bag, grabbing the camera out and then picking up the bag too. "Let's get some proper close-ups, yes?" Ted walked slowly and silently to where the girl lay with her eyes closed. Grinning, Ted pointed the camera straight down and panned up and down that perfect body. He looked back at Matthew and shrugged, gesturing him to join him next to the unconscious girl. As they both looked down, Ted still filming, Matthew whispered, "They really are amazing tits. Why couldn't she just take that top off? Ted looked at Matthew, managing to look thoughtful even as he was still grinning, which is difficult to do. "You're right," he said softly. It occurred to him that if this girl was really as out-of-it as he suspected, this was an opportunity too good to resist. Ted knelt down next to the figure recumbent on the sand. "Hey!" he said somewhat louder in her direction. "You awake?" Matthew was startled, almost panicked, thinking he was going to have to suddenly explain why they were both standing next to her, with a camera, talking to a beautiful bikini-clad girl. There was a pause as they both held their breath without realizing, watching intently to see if she would wake up. But there was no movement at all, no sign that she had heard Ted or indeed that she was aware of anything at all. Just the slow and steady rise and fall of her chest. Ted grinned back up at Matthew and then giggled. He poked a finger into the flesh of the girl's shoulder, not hard but hard enough to test for a response. Matthew held his breath but again... Nothing. Matthew helped himself to the girl's pot from the bag she had carried down the beach with her. He also noticed and on the spur of the moment helped himself to her room key, which he found in her bag also. Then he quickly rolled himself a large joint and was lighting it while Ted got some more pictures and video of the girl as she lay there, from different angles. Matthew then got an idea, and with every toke he took he would lean down and breathe smoke directly into the girl's face, so that with every breath she would take in some marijuana-laced air. He figured it should help keep her happily relaxed and oblivious. The third time he did this she suddenly wriggled a bit, causing the boys to freeze in panic, but her eyes stayed firmly shut and she certainly didn't seem close to waking. After a moment, Ted shrugged again and handed Matthew the camera. Reaching into their own bag, Ted pulled out a small pair of scissors they had bought after they arrived - originally acquired to cut up pot, if they found a way to get any while here. Matthew raised his eyebrows at Ted, and Ted, grinning still, winked back and leaned forward, reaching out with the scissors open to where the bikini top was smallest, right between those huge firm boobs. As Matthew tried to suppress a giggle, Ted looked around to make sure no-one was anywhere nearby, and then gave the scissors a little snip, neatly cutting the bikini top between the girl's glorious breasts. "Ok, you ready?" Ted asked Matthew quietly, gesturing at the camera. "Make sure I'm not in the shot, yes? Make sure the right bits are in shot and in focus - you know, tits, maybe face?" Then, holding his breath, Ted reached over to the part of the bikini still lying over the girl's left tit, and ever so gently pulled it aside, revealing a scoop of somewhat less tanned, smooth flesh topped with a nipple like a little red cherry. He paused again, waiting with nervous excitement to see if she was about to stir and demand an explanation. When this didn't seem about to happen, he did the same with the right, and just like that this incredible pair was exposed to the world! Or at least to the eyes and camera of a couple of horny late-teenage virgins. But they both knew they would up-load it all to the voyeur sites soon enough. And from there these images would undoubtedly circulate far and wide, forever. Especially with a girl this beautiful, a body this hot, tits this awesome, you could guarantee the nude images of this girl taken without consent or knowledge would be spread about with enthusiasm by perverts everywhere. They were both happily excited to have this naughty of the first tits of their teenage life. Her red cherry nipples pointed at the sky on those gravity-defying boobs, tits considerably lighter than the tanned skin they could see everywhere else. "We're doing her a favor really," Ted chuckled. "She needs to get some sun on these things!" Matthew started getting some video again, a nice clear shot of this now-topless girl lying on the beach with her most spectacular rack on display. A potentially prize-winning rack! 'I suspect she'll regret getting this smashed!' Matthew thought. She had not moved at all, not made a sound beyond slow steady breathing. So Ted started to ever-so-slowly and gently pull the bikini top remnant out from under the sleeping beauty. It took maybe an entire minute to complete the process, but in the end the damaged bikini top was his. He put it in his pocket for the moment, and stood up next to Ted. They both looked down at this topless wonder, grinning, close-ups of each nipple. This was as thorough a record of her tits as he could manage! She still hadn't moved or shown any awareness of their activities. She was truly out of it. "She is really out like a light!" Matthew said. "Yep!" Ted said, grinning more widely than he had ever grinned. "Well then..." he continued, kneeling down again. "I guess we might as well..." Matthew's mouth fell open and his eyes went wide as Ted reached out to the big bow on one side of her bikini bottoms, and after a pause to look up at her face he judged she was still deep in stoned sleep, and ever-so-slowly started to pull a string. And it took a few seconds, but just like that, the bow fell open. The bikini bottoms stayed sitting over her crotch, but now only tied at one side, the slight wind causing it to flutter just a little, but not nearly enough to do more than tease with possible exposure. Grinning, Ted gently did the same with the bow on the other side. After a brief chuckle, he reached with both hand to the bottoms lying across her, and pulled them down so they fell between thighs spread just enough for the bottoms to fall onto the sand. "We have pussy!" Ted said excitedly, knowingly quoting 'Revenge of the Nerds'. In his excitement he worried he had accidentally spoken too loudly, but another pause assure them both that she slept on. Meanwhile, Matthew's mouth fell open as he gazed on the first snatch of his adult life, and what a perfect, smooth-because-almost-entirely-shaved snatch this seemed to be. Except for one thing. That very small patch of remaining hair, the strip of pubes pointing like an arrow down toward this girl's cunt, striking Matthew as like an unintentional 'insert here' sign, was a very nice light brown. That is to say: Not blonde! The carpet didn't match the drapes! Matthew's hands were almost shaking but he did not hesitate, pointing his camera at the naughtily exposed pussy and panning up past those unknowingly displayed huge tits to that lovely, sleeping face which would now be so easy to identify, and then panning down again to take in those boobs and cunt again. He smiled thinking about how surprised she would be if, or probably when, she saw this video on-line! How many thousands, tens of thousands, would see everything she has to offer? He tried to picture her face if she ever realized how utterly she had been revealed to the eyes of the world. Ted, meanwhile, just couldn't resist. As Matthew looked through the camera's viewfinder at those boobs, he saw Ted's hand sneaking in from the side and starting to touch the girl's left tit. First time in his horny teenage life Ted was fondling a tit, and it was one of the greatest he had ever seen, even in photographs in magazines. His other hand came into shot and just like that Ted was grabbing at both of her boobs. They both kept a slightly nervous eye on her face, looking for any sign she might wake, but there was not the slightest flicker of movement or response. Just the slow rise and fall of those tits as she breathed, even as Ted squished those hooters about. After a quick glance at one another, Ted gave both of her tits a quick, hard squeeze at the same time. No response. Nada. That was when they realized just how out of it this girl really was. "You know," Ted said, groping her tits with far less concern about the possibility of her waking, "I have nothing to compare them to, but I do think these are, you know, real." "Let me have a go," Matthew said, and when Ted withdrew his hands he started feeling those boobs, feeling her nipples on the palms of his hands as he began pushing them together, squishing them around, taking full advantage of his first adult access to breasts, and, luckily, to exactly the kind of knockers of which he had dreamed for several years. Matthew couldn't resist molesting the enormous tits on this drugged-up young woman. In truth, he doubted any teenage virgin boy would have been able to resist a chance to feel these tits. They were both grinning uncontrollably. After a while Ted said, "Ok, come on - let's get some more material to submit, yes?" That said, he started to slowly pull those long slender legs apart, until her feet were more than three feet apart. He didn't want to pull them too far apart, in case it woke her from her helpless stupor. But even just this far apart had her slit obscenely displayed, pointing out like she was offering her hole to the ocean. Ted pointed at her exposed pussy. "Film this!" Matthew laughed out loud for the first time and did so, getting a close-up from just inches away, so that her cunt filled the whole shot, and then pulling the camera back and panning up her whole body to her face. Then he got a shot from down between her legs up past her cunt, with her tits on either side of where her face could be clearly seen - clearly enough for anyone who knew her to recognize her. Her pussy, tits and face all in one shot taken from down between her legs. In case that wasn't revealing enough, Ted decided he would be an idiot if he didn't take this opportunity, so he lent down and used two fingers to gently pull the girl's pussy lips apart, exposing the pink inside her cunt. With her legs spread like this, her lips stayed open just long enough for Matthew to repeat his earlier shots only now with snatch open. Matthew didn't understand why Ted then closed her legs, until Ted said "Help me turn her over!" Together they knelt next to the unconscious hottie and used their hands to gently and slowly roll her over onto her front, her face resting with her left cheek on the sand. They rolled her off her untied bottoms, and Ted stuffed the other half of her bikini in his pocket along with her wrecked top. "There's no way she's getting this back!" he laughed. "Really?" Matthew asked, grinning, "Yeah, let's see her try to sneak back into the hotel naked! And without her room key too!" They both chuckled, thinking of how she might deal with that situation, finding herself the only one nude on a public beach, where nudity was most definitely not permitted, with no way to cover herself with anything other than her hands. Knowing everyone has a camera in their phones. Now utterly naked, with no bikini at all, she lay on her front, her bubble butt revealed, smooth round orbs with a hint of cunt visible between their light brown perfection. "I can't believe the ass on this chick!" Ted announced. As Matthew filmed, Ted pulled those ass cheeks apart enough for Matthew to get a nice from-behind shot of that lovely pussy, and even better revealed at the same time as her little asshole. An asshole, he suspected, untouched by human cock. In truth, many years later Matthew would reflect that in all of his life he had never come across an ass better than the one on this girl. Grinning, imagining her dilemma when she woke utterly naked, unable to cover herself, having to walk or maybe sneak back through the resort to the hotel and somehow get back into her room, Ted walked down to the water and threw all of the bikini and her room key as far into the ocean as he could manage. The key instantly sank without a trace, and he watched as both parts of her bikini washed out to sea, never to be seen again. When he returned, Ted was surprised and amused to find Matthew with his shorts pulled down, kneeling on the sand next to the girl's head, stroking his hard cock which was pointed at the nude girl's face from mere inches away. Matthew was imagining cumming on the girl as revenge for every hot girl ever having turned him down. He hadn't actually asked many hot girls out in the first place, but he assumed they would have turned him down if he had asked and he was annoyed at this imagined constant rejection. He wasn't going to miss his chance to spurt vengeance on this girl's beautiful face. Ted, meanwhile, began surreptitiously getting video of Matthew's increasingly furious jerking, making sure that Matthew's face would not be visible but also making sure the girl would be very recognizable fully naked and obviously about to have some guy ejaculate right into her snoozing face. He wondered if that would wake her, but doubted it. It would almost be worth it, he thought, just to capture her reactions as she opened her eyes to a hard cock looming right in front of her eyes, possibly still shooting semen at her from inches away. Before realizing she was utterly, full-frontal nude. And being filmed! Bikini Beach Ch. 02 Ted and Matthew had not recognized Yasmin, because in truth they had never before seen or heard of the gorgeous huge-boobed model, but in Ruritania she had become famous over the last few years - the young local supermodel who was simultaneously a symbol of sexiness and a seemingly wholesome girl, who never did work involving even partial nudity, and never wore truly revealing outfits. This had cost her quite a lot of work, but her local fame and reputation still had millions of local guys lusting after her. Which is why the hotel had hired her to star in a new promotional campaign, and more particularly in the commercial which would be shot and go out live on tv and on the huge screen at the football stadium, which was expecting record crowds for a match between top teams. The hotel management hadn't thought Yasmin would actually say yes to their proposal, but she wanted a holiday and doing an evening's work at the hotel while spending a few days relaxing seemed like a good deal. Unfortunately, earlier in the day Yasmin had had a dispute with the hotel's manager about the content of the commercial. He had insisted on his idea for the live commercial, that he would stand next to Yasmin in her bikini, on the beach, with the hotel behind them and, behind the hotel, a view of the two huge mountains that dominated the Ruritanian skyline. The manager would then smile and say to camera, "Come visit us at the Ruritanian Hotel, and enjoy a view of beautiful mountainous peaks!" At which point, in the hotel manager's plan, the camera was supposed to pan down to Yasmin's bikini-covered tits, much cleavage exposed. The manager thought it would garner the hotel much attention - putting Yasmin's cleavage on display would be marketing genius, he believed - but Yasmin thought it would be crass and had walked out, even though she was contractually obligated to appear in the commercial. She had actually signed the agreement including exactly that script - she had been so rushed at the time that for the first time in her modeling career she had not read the script, assuming it would fit with her well-known refusal to do nude work or anything too raunchy. She had not been happy when she found out what was supposed to happen. It wasn't even close to nudity, of course, but it was certainly closer to vulgarity then she would wish. It had been at that point, as Yasmin walked away from her argument with the hotel manager, that the teenage tourists Ted and Matthew had first seen the astonishing local beauty. An hour later, as thrilled as they were to have stripped the sleeping model of her modest bikini to reveal and thoroughly film the wonders beneath, Ted and Matthew still had no idea of how few had ever had access to that forbidden territory, or how many had dreamed of getting even a glimpse of the secrets concealed within. Some time after Ted and Matthew had walked back down the beach to the hotel, Yasmin had slowly come to, gradually waking to find herself lying face down on the sand. At first, with her eyes still closed, she simply thought she had drifted off to sleep from the heat, the booze and the pot, which of course was true. Somewhat hazily she wondered how long she had been sleeping, realizing she was still at least technically due to appear in the tv commercial early this evening. Only when she managed to half open her eyes and, after a moment, took in her situation and surroundings, did she realize that something was different. Her eyes snapped wide open all of a sudden as she turned her head and saw her own body, with nothing covering her ass. She lifted her head and looked down, seeing her boobs equally uncovered, and realized her top was also missing. She was naked! She looked around briefly but almost frantically, and saw no-one. Her relief was limited though, as she also could see no sign of her bikini, or any other way to cover herself. Yasmin had sought out a part of the beach in which she could have privacy not merely to get away from the film crew and hotel manager, and not only so she could smoke pot without worrying, but also because in truth she didn't like to wear something as revealing as a bikini in front of people. Guys always stared, and some women too, and she was actually a very modest person. She didn't even like to change in front of other women, whether she knew them or not. This had been a problem for her as a model, but she had mostly made it work. And now she was here on the beach with nothing on at all. What had happened to her swimsuit?! She must have been lying here in the sun for a little while at least, she realized, as the tan-lines left on her bubble butt had become less visible as her ass had tanned. Had anyone seen her as she lay here? God, she hoped not... Not long afterward, Yasmin walked warily along the beach, arm across her tits and hand down over her crotch. She looked around without success for anything with which she could cover herself, and also to keep a worried eye out for any people. She didn't understand how she had lost her bikini, but in addition to her modesty and terror at the ida of public nudity, she knew she really didn't want anyone to get photos of her in this state. She had always been very careful to avoid wardrobe malfunctions or anything along those lines. By this time Ted and Matthew were lounging in long chairs on the sand, waiting for her arrival, Ted with his video camera, Matthew with his phone already set to its camera function. A film crew were setting up a hundred yards down the beach, but Ted and Matthew hadn't paid them much attention or made the connection with the model-hot girl. "There she is!" Ted announced as Yasmin's nude form became recognizable the closer she got to where they sat on the beach in front of the hotel. Humiliated but desperate, Yasmin walked up to the boys with her arms and hands pressed on her body hiding as much as she could. "Could you help me?" she pleaded as she approached. "I need something to wear!" They saw no reason to be subtle about their efforts to ogle and film the naked girl - nude on a public beach, and not a nude beach either. "Hey, did you lose your bikini?" Ted yelled out, laughing as he lifted up his phone and began filming her. "This isn't a nude beach, you know," Matthew told her, grinning, the camera in his lap getting video the whole time, "but I'll give you a dollar if you drop your arm and give us a look at your tits, what do you say?" "What?!" Yasmin exclaimed. "I bet she's not a real blonde, " Ted said to Matthew loudly, then addressed the poor naked girl, who was red-faced with embarrassment, "Come on, move your hand and show us your pussy?" Yasmin gave up and just ran away up the beach in the direction of the tv commercial crew. "Nice ass!" Matthew called after her as they both laughed and got as much footage of her rump as she sprinted awkwardly across the sand, her hands now trying to cover that amazing behind from their eyes and cameras. By luck she ran straight into the young woman who was supposed to be working as her assistant for the filming of the live tv commercial. Who was very surprised by this turn of events. The hotel manager and director had been worrying about the disappearance of their model, what with the filming of the commercial scheduled to begin so soon, and so were relieved when the assistant appeared to report that Yasmin had re-appeared. They, too, were surprised to hear that she had turned up totally naked. A somewhat overweight mid-forties professional, the manager was still excited to be starring in his own television commercial, and more to the point the hotel needed it. Room occupancy was down, and they needed their advertising to get noticed. The manager himself felt like his career was on thin ice. If this effort at promotion didn't get attention, both the hotel and he personally could be in trouble. He knew his ideas for the commercial were a bit tacky, like he was selling used cars or something. But he also thought it would work. It was then, though, hearing that the prudish Yasmin was even now stuck in only a towel, that the manager had an idea. An idea which had him trying and failing to suppress a grin. The woman hired to be Yasmin's wardrobe assistant tried again. "All I could give her was that towel. Shouldn't I get her some other bikini? I've got a back-up pair in the hotel." "No," the manager replied, smiling, "she may as well stay in the towel, don't worry about it." "The script calls for her to be in a bikini. And she keeps asking for something to wear." "Then stall her!" the manager ordered. "Tell her you can't find anything or that you have people out looking but they might not make it in time, tell her whatever you like, ok?! Just keep her in that towel or it'll be your job!" A minute later, the manager and director conferred with the cameramen. "Just do it like we planned!" the manager said, looking around to make sure Yasmin wasn't too close. "I know she isn't wearing the bikini, but just do it like we planned and it will all be better than fine, I promise! Oh, and another thing..." he continued, lowering his voice to keep what he was saying confidential. One minute later, Yasmin was still trying to persuade them to let her get dressed before the commercial began. "We've no time, Yasmin, we're going live in seconds! It is your fault for turning up late. We're going out live you know! Come on! Quick! Quick!" the director said, gesturing wildly for her to get into position next to the manager. Yasmin couldn't believe she was going to do a live tv commercial wearing only this towel. But at least, she thought, she won't be in that bikini, making that scripted cleavage shot impossible. They would have to end this commercial some other way, she thought. Some more dignified way, she hoped. But Yasmin, standing slightly awkwardly on the beach in her towel next to the suit-wearing, grinning hotel manager, with bright lights focused on them and crew all around trying to stay out of shot, had no more time to think about it, because the director was counting down, and now shouting "Action!" Using both hands to hug the towel against her body, Yasmin put her professional model's smile on her famous face and barely listened to what the manager was saying. The manager was hamming it all up, his speech full of double entendres which probably weren't working as well with Yasmin wrapped in the towel instead of wearing the bikini. But Yasmin was professional enough to listen for her cue - the moment at which she would wave her arm out in a model's gesture of presentation, as if show-casing the mountains behind them. Except this time she would have to be careful since this would leave only one hand to hold the towel together around her body. The manager arrived as the key moment, "Come visit us at the Ruritanian Hotel...", and Yasmin waved an arm out as if to highlight in advance the peaks rising behind them. "...and take a look at some beautiful mountainous peaks!" the hotel manager concluded, grinning. Following the earlier plan, the cameras didn't pan up to the mountains behind them both, but instead panned down to where Yasmin's towel was concealing her huge firm rounds boobs. Timing it perfectly, the manager reached out and in an instant had YANKED the towel away! As Yasmin squealed in surprise, a hundred thousand homes suddenly had their screens filled with a close-up of one of the world greatest racks, bouncing slightly from Yasmin being startled as the manager had whipped away her only cover. The thirty-thousand strong crowd at the stadium exploded in cheering and laughter as Yasmin's tits similarly filled a screen fifty feet high and eighty feet wide. The man providing live commentary at the stadium momentarily forgot his voice was being broadcast, and exclaimed "Great tits!" Back on the beach, the laughing cameraman in front of a blushing Yasmin, following instructions, made sure everyone kept getting a good clear look at Yasmin's amazing knockers. Boobs meet audience, audience meet boobs. For a moment she just stared in horror at the camera beaming live images topless images of her to the world, but then Yasmin took a shocked step backwards, which in truth only succeeded in having her rapidly-reddening face come into shot along with her boobs. Which got another enormous cheer at the stadium . Yasmin's mouth fell open as she stared at the grinning cameraman in front of her. He took a step back himself, so that her full - and fully-nude! - body came into shot, but she realized in panic what was happening just in time and her hands moved fast, an arm suddenly covering as much of those huge tits as it could, and a hand flying down to try to hide her pussy from view. All the viewers at home and in the stadium couldn't see her cunt, or know she wasn't a real blonde, but they could sure tell she was naked, and that only those hands were blocking a full view of the undiscovered country no previous photographers except Ted and Matthew had managed to explore. What Yasmin didn't realize, though, was that the manager had planned for her efforts to retain some kind of modesty. After letting the viewers have a few seconds of realizing Yasmin's full-frontal exposure was limited only by her hands, the manager leaned into shot - making sure not to block much of the view of Yasmin - and cheerfully declared that "we should get a view behind the scenes!" He then winked and, on that signal, suddenly the shot on everyone's screens switched to that of a cameraman Yasmin didn't realize had quietly moved into position behind her. His camera captured her perfect bubble butt in all its glory, with not even her hands blocking the view. A view getting even louder cheers from the stadium crowd, and causing the commentator to comment "What an ass!" Yasmin, arms and hands pressed hard against her body trying to hide it from the camera in front, bent over forward in her efforts to maintain whatever modesty she could, the bright red of her face seeping down her neck and lower so that even her tits were starting to get pink with embarrassment, squealing "don't look! I'm naked! stop filming!" Her leaning forward gave the cameraman behind her an idea. Giggling quietly, he quickly kneeled down right behind her and pointed his camera up at where she was unknowingly poking her ass back his way. Now screens everywhere were filled with a vision of Yasmin's naked butt, and even more amazing to the crowds and audience, a nice shot of her supermodel cunt, her pussy lips peaking out from between the smooth round ass cheeks for which she was famous, even if those cheeks had never been publicly seen without even a bathing suit between them and the viewers. In the stadium control booth, the operator knew he was supposed to switch away from the half time tv commercial feed, so everyone could get back to the game. His hand even reached for the switch which would have saved Yasmin from further exposure, but at the last minute he couldn't bring himself to do so, so Yasmin's naked bubble butt stayed up there revealed to all at many times actual size. The players from both teams were both standing on the field staring up at the huge screen and grinning. Back on the beach, the cameraman behind Yasmin whistled at her, and called out 'Yasmin!' in a sing-song voice. When she turned her head around and saw him behind her with another camera she gasped loudly. She couldn't stop herself from quickly moving both of her hands behind her in a desperate effort to try to block his shot of her naked butt. By this time she obviously wasn't thinking clearly. The director, a true professional, had the view instantly switched back to the camera in front, and everyone at home and in the stadium got their first full-frontal nude images of the legendarily modest, huge-titted Yasmin, small strip of brown pubic hair and all. The grinning hotel manager gestured for the camerman to zoom in for a close-up of the beautiful model's pussy, which the latter quickly did. The manager bent down to stick his head into shot just next to her cunt, giving it a quick look with a smile on his face before licking his lips and turning to face the camera. Yasmin looked down at him with eyes wide, her mouth falling open. "Well at our hotel, at least the carpet matches the drapes!" he laughed, adding, "But just like our hotel, this looks like a perfect fit for any guy!" as he poked a finger in a sharp jab in the direction of Yasmin's snatch. Then it was his turn to be surprised. What he hadn't counted on was the cameraman crouching behind Yasmin. With the shot going out coming from the camera in front of her, he couldn't resist using the moment to reach forward and give Yasmin a hard pinch on her left butt cheek. Yasmin let out a loud 'EEEK!' in response and her body jerked forward in an involuntary effort to escape those pinching fingers. She then let out an even louder and more surprised 'EEEK!!' as the shocked model accidentally impaled herself on the manager's pointing finger, which was now being shown in close-up on screens everywhere buried several inches inside her cunt. Back at the football stadium, the regular game commentator couldn't resist yelling out 'GOAL!'

Becca Obeys by Ratios Part 6: Recognition, acceptance, and self reflection. With a million conflicting thoughts racing through my mind, I bent down to scoop up the shawl from where it had been discarded on the ground, but found that it had not escaped the spray of my earlier orgasm. It wasn't super wet, but it wasn't completely dry either. Ignoring that problem for now, I bundled both my previous articles of clothing together under my right arm and hustled off down the path after my friends. In the end, I ended up following the rest of the group a few paces back as they had an animated conversation that didn't include me, but was definitely about me. The tranquility I had begun to feel earlier never had a chance to return as snippets of conversation from the women I was following would constantly drift back just as I was beginning to get my mind off the enormity of what I had just done in the clearing. "...never squirted in my life..." "...what she was saying? She's totally into this..." "...somebody so spineless she's got major guts... "...far she's willing to go..." "...if she'll stay naked..." Meanwhile, the conversation in my head was more to the tune of: How am I still alive after all of this? How many people have seen my pussy tonight? When did I become so comfortable using the word 'pussy'? How can I talk to my parents again knowing what I've done? How can I ever look any of my friends in the face again after what I've shown them of myself? AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! All of this confused inner anxiety was built on top of a brand-new fear of what I might end up doing or agreeing to when I got to the right level of horniness. After a lifetime of having little to no agency, autonomy, or sexuality to speak of, my body and mind were taking to the events of this evening like a starving woman being presented with a buffet. I remember hearing about an experiment in psychology class where a lab rat, under the right circumstances, would choose addictive drugs over food to such an extreme extent that the mouse would eventually starve to death. Was I one of those mice? Would I happily drive myself to ruin in pursuit of a more intense sexual high? The thought was terrifying, but a part of me wanted nothing more and I didn't know how to guard myself against it. As I had my entire life, when I encountered this major problem requiring some sort of willpower or decision making to resolve, I did my best to not think about it instead. After walking through the quiet forested area for another ten or so minutes, it came time to exit the park and get back on public roads for the last push back towards Monique's house. When we hit the edge of the green space, the rest of the group paused and waited for me to catch up and all looked at me questioningly. My immediate thought was: Great, they want me to walk in front now that we're back in public so that I'm more visible. Sighing inwardly, I lowered my head and obeyed the assumed command. Stepping past them, my bare feet hit cold asphalt for the first time in a while, and I shivered a bit as I headed off down the street. Not one hundred percent sure of the way I should be going, but knowing the general direction, I just kept walking forward and figured that they would steer me if I made a wrong turn. Behind me, Nicky spoke to the rest of the group. "Wow, she really does want to do this without putting her clothes back on." Monique replied, "Told you she wants to be seen by everyone. The dumb slut can't get enough." "She gets way better grades than you, Snow White," Deeta chimed in, coming to my defense. "I think she's a rather smart slut." "Maybe when she's in class, D, but the minute her clothes start to come off, her brain leaks out in big gloopy drops from her va-jay-jay." It was while the group went on to discuss how much they thought I loved being naked in public, and how my cognitive ability tracked inversely with my arousal state that I realized that the pause before we left the park had not meant what I thought it had meant. They hadn't been waiting for me to go first, they had been waiting for me to put my clothes back on before we went back out into the city streets. When I just walked on in the nude, they all figured that that meant that I was totally into this and loving every second of my nudity. They had no idea that the stress of this ongoing situation had me teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown. Now that we were in the street, and there was an expectation for me to want to remain naked, I assumed it was too late to go back and change my mind. Telling myself I had no choice in the matter, I clenched my fists in determination and forced myself to continue putting one bare foot in front of the other. Covered or not, ashamed or otherwise, I had to get back to Monique's to end this evening, and I just prayed that we were getting close. Occupied with forcing my feet to keep moving, I didn't even notice the two guys and a girl walking towards us until they were twenty feet away. One of the guys was wearing a hoodie with the MU logo on it and they all appeared to be about my age, so they were all likely students at the uni, possibly even my classmates. When I noticed them, I stopped in my tracks, feeling like prey staring down an approaching predator, frozen in fear. They were whispering among themselves as they came closer, but paused their conversation as they came to stop a few paces in front of me. Behind me, I felt the presence of my friends, but couldn't bring myself to look back at them or move behind them for safety. "We have a bet going," the woman said, breaking the impromptu standoff. "I say, five women, one naked: obvious sorority hazing. Ollie here thinks you lost a bet because you look like you're on your way home from something. Andy thinks you're just some sort of pervert cause it looks like you're leading the group. Who's right?" "Um...," I replied, trying to think of a way to logically explain my state that didn't make me look like a sex offender. Shit, I thought to myself, feeling more pressure from the ensuing silence by the second. Standing there, with three pairs of eyes staring expectantly at my nude self, I struggled to remember how words worked. Luckily, Sasha jumped in to my rescue. "This is my cousin, Jenny, from California. She talked a lot of shit and made some pretty outrageous bets at the bar but her foosball skills left a lot to be desired, so now she has to walk back to our place in the buff. Say 'Hi' to the nice people, Jenny!" It took me a second to realize that Sasha had just improvised up a fake identity for me for cover. This let me breathe slightly easier, but I was still interacting naked with a stranger, so I was still in emergency panic mode. Just as soon as I figured out how my muscles worked, I gave a feeble wave to the group. The three strangers all laughed and the left guy, apparently Ollie, tapped the woman on the shoulder and made a 'gimmie' gesture. She pulled a combination phone case and wallet out of what had to have been her bra and handed the guy a twenty out of it before looking me up and down. "Jenny, huh?," the girl asked, smirking for some reason. Holding her phone up by the corner with her thumb and forefinger, she commented, "Well, Jenny, you just lost me twenty bucks. I think the least you could do would be to join me in a selfie for my trouble. Cool?" Not another picture, I thought to myself. Hoping to get bailed out by my friends, I looked back at them to see if any were going to object on my behalf, knowing that I was unlikely to be able to on my own. Sasha swooped in once again. "Jenny would love to take selfies with all of you! Wouldn't you, Jenny?" My shoulders slumped at that declaration; not just one selfie, but at least three, with three different strangers, probably on three strange phones. Despite my reluctance, I did my best to put a smile on my face that didn't look too much like a grimace and gave the strange girl a lukewarm thumbs up. Smiling wide, she stepped forward to stand next to me but Sasha held a hand up to stop her. "Just one tiny condition. For all we know, you all are going to pass these pictures around to everyone you know and post them on a bunch of amateur porn sites. I'm sure my cousin doesn't want to be quite that recognizable, so we'll have her wear this." What the heck?!?! Had Sasha just given this girl implied permission to post my picture on porn sites? My knees started feeling like jelly and I felt a surge of warmth and wetness in my pussy. Spinning to face her, I saw that Sasha had a cloth face mask in her hand, probably left over in her purse from during the pandemic. There was a shit-eating grin on her face as she handed the mask over to me and took the skirt and shawl from me to hold while I posed. The mask was little more than a couple of thick rectangles of white cloth with a filter layer between them, all folded up accordion-like with a couple of loops of elastic punched into each end. Reluctantly, I looped the elastic over both of my ears, but the collapsed cloth just bundled up under my nose. The mask was either poorly homemade or super cheap and I had to wrestle with it to get it to expand enough to actually cover my face from just below my eyes to my chin. "There, now the parts that matter are all covered," Sasha concluded, stepping back and whispering with the other giggling members of the group. "Awesome! Looking quite stylish," the girl teased. "I'm Kira, by the way," she said as she draped an arm around my shoulders. She leaned her head in next to mine but immediately recoiled back, giving me a look that sat somewhere between amazed and disgusted. "You dirty girl... What have you been rolling in? You smell like one of Ollie's used jock straps!" She was laughing when she pulled herself back next to me. Holding her phone at arm's length by a stuck-on pop grip, Kira told me, "Say cheese, Dirty Girl!" With the mask on, the camera wouldn't know if I was smiling or not, but I did my best to smile anyway, because that's what you do in selfies. I felt the mask begin to collapse a bit when my face moved, and I think it popped up from below my chin, but I ignored it as I was still being held by Kira. Flicking around with her thumb, Kira reviewed the photo, which looked fine to me, and announced, "Bad angle," before extending her arm again. "Let's try this," she said, and then started to lower herself down, dragging me with her. Unsure what we were doing, I allowed myself to be pulled into a squat position with her and then noticed her grinning wide on the phone screen. "Perfect!" She took several photos, the constant strobing of her front-facing flash making spots appear in my eyes as moved the phone around at different angles. After ten or so shots, she took her arm off me and stood up to flick through her new pictures. "There's our winner," she announced proudly, showing me the chosen photo on her screen. This was a lower angle shot with my masked face next to her sticking her tongue out and acting goofy. The main focus of the picture wasn't either of our heads, however: it was the fact that, squatting as we were for the photo, my legs had naturally come wide apart and my glistening labia were just slightly parted and well centered in the shot. There wasn't time for me to panic over the overtly pornographic image, however, as one of the guys -was his name Andy?- came up and said, "My turn!" Not waiting for a response from me, he spun me ninety degrees and positioned me leaning against his side. Since he was quite a bit taller than me, I essentially had my face in his armpit at this point. It seemed like he was taking way longer to set things up than he needed to, but I think it was because he was enjoying the feeling of a naked co-ed pressed up against him. Eventually he told me, "Put your head on my arm and lift one of your feet up while standing on tiptoes on the other, like one of those cheesecake pinups from World War II." I had no idea what he was talking about with the cheesecakes, but, after a few attempts, I got my right leg positioned, bent at the knee and foot pointed back, like he wanted and was straining to stand on pointed toes on the other. Once he was satisfied with how my bottom half was arranged, he had me lay my head on his bicep and look up at him longingly. Moving my head around so much had caused the mask to fold back on itself again even further and I felt it slip under the tip of my nose, but he had me gripping his arm so I had to ignore it again. Just before Andy was ready to take the picture, Kira commented, "Look at those filthy feet. You really must not have very much respect for yourself, Dirty Girl!" Pressing my face into Andy's arm to hide my blush was futile as I was sure it was spreading to my exposed chest at this point, but I did it anyway. When the mask started slipping a little more, I regretted my actions, but Andy called for me to look back at him and a bright flash indicated that the picture had been taken. The capture on the screen didn't look nearly as bad for me as Kira's had been, though my right breast was pressed out lewdly and it looked like I was fawning over someone I had never met before. Andy didn't ask for any extra shots, thank goodness, and Ollie came over and pulled me off of him. He was only a few inches taller than me, and the only words he said to me were, "Stand here." He stood right behind me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder and chest, resting his hand right on top of my breasts. My entire body went stiff when his hand made contact with my boobs, but I wasn't sure if this was an expected part of the selfie or not, so I said nothing. Holding the camera out, he gave me no warning that he was going to take a picture until his hand slid down my right breast and he gave the nipple there a firm squeeze and twist. This nearly caused me to jump out of my skin and the flash went off just as I reacted. Opening my mouth into a silent O of shock caused the mask to slip even further, coming fully off my nose and sidling up my chin at this point, but I had other things to worry about. Seemingly oblivious to my inner turmoil, Kira giggled and spoke to the guy that had just grouped me. "You're such a dick, Ol," she teased, adding seductively, "You better do that to me later, too." She pulled Ollie's arm from around me and grabbed him with both hands to kiss him, leaving me standing there feeling shocked, violated, and insanely horny. There went my first touch by a boy; a nipple tweak for the sake of a naked selfie. How many other firsts had flown by without notice in this chaotic mess of an evening? "Having fun, Jen," Sasha asked cautiously. I'm not sure how much my group of friends saw of Ollie's liberties, but Sasha's voice made me suspect that she had at least an idea of what had transpired. Despite a mild feeling of trauma, and a major feeling of sticky wetness down below, I figured my obligation to Kira was now over and we would all be moving on so, so I sucked it up and replied, "Yeah, lots!," trying to sound as cheerful as possible. The fire in my pussy was burning brightly once again and I wished we were back in the clearing so I could put on an encore show there. "You really like this kind of thing, Dirty Girl?," Kira asked, looking at me curiously. An idea seemed to dawn on her and she bit her lip for a moment before acting super nice once again. "Say, would you be willing to do a group photo for us? Last picture, I swear, but I think you'll seriously love it." Doubting that I would love anything other than leaving these people far behind and going home, I nonetheless relented and gave a single small nod of acceptance. "Great! One second." She went over and pulled Ollie and Andy into a huddle and there was some whispering back and forth. Andy laughed out loud and Ollie got a big grin on his face and they carried on in private for another few seconds before the guys came over to stand beside me and Kira went to hand her phone to Sasha. The three new people and I were now all facing the study group ladies, with Sasha holding Kira's phone and Deeta and Monique with their own phones out, I guess to further document my humiliation. Moving to stand behind me, Kira whispered in my ear, "Since you liked the nipple thing, I'm assuming you're okay with some light touching?" Alarm bells went off in my head but, in my confused and horny state, I found myself replying without really knowing what she was asking, "Um, I guess?" "Great," she replied. "Boys?" Then I was unexpectedly airborne. Andy and Ollie had each taken hold of one of my legs and picked me up, drawing a surprised, "ooooOOOOHHH!," sound from my lungs. Once I was lifted, they each shifted their grips to have one hand under my butt and one hand holding an ankle and I found my legs were now as widely spread open as they could physically go. The hands underneath me were tantalizingly close to touching my pussy and butt crack, and my weight on their fingers was prying my pussy lips apart, but there was nothing I could do about it as I had no choice but to throw my arms around their shoulders to keep from pitching over backwards. Behind me, I felt Kira's breasts push through her bra and blouse into my naked back and worried what she was doing there so close. "Might take just a second to get ready for the picture, but feel free to take a few warmup shots while I get Dirty Girl ready," Kira called over to Sasha. One of Kira's hands came around and started massaging my right breast gently, kneading it like dough, before slipping down to pinch and tweak my nipple. The logical part of me knew that things had gone way too far, way too fast, and that I should be screaming about sexual assault, but I was way too horny to care about silly little things like consent at this point. Apparently sharing my more logical concerns, Nicky called over, "Yo, you good, B... Jenny?" There wasn't time to formulate an appropriate answer to this, however, as Kira's other hand chose that moment to reach around to my crotch. With as wet and stretched as I was at the time, her middle finger was able to slide into me up to the second knuckle with almost no resistance, drawing a reflexive hissed, "Yessssssssss," from my throat. The finger inside of me began to pump in and out and my head fell back in pleasure, letting out a throaty, "AAAAAAAHHNN," sound. This head movement finally caused the mask on my face to finish collapsing on itself, reverting back into a narrow bundle of cloth that slipped into my widely opened mouth like a horse's bit. The gagging feeling this caused only heightened my experience of losing control, causing a surge of arousal when I imagined myself as a chained animal suffering abuse. Gone were all concerns of bodily autonomy or how to say 'No', those reasonable things having been washed away in a new flood of wetness oozing around Kira's fingers. In their place was left a shell of a woman obsessed with her approaching orgasm: Dumb Slut Becca, moaning and squirming like a bitch in heat at a stranger's touch, my body begging to be used. "Dirty Girl is really bucking on my fingers. She's a wild one." Kira announced. "I don't think she's going to last much longer. Try to take the picture when she pops off. You might need to just take a bunch to get it right." "Woo! Get it, Dirty Girl!," Deeta yelled in encouragement as I raced towards my second public orgasm of the evening. Two video flashlights and one rapidly firing camera flash were now blinding my vision and my eyes were tightly shut. Whispering directly in my ear, Kira commanded, "Look at the camera, Rebecca. Smile while you cum like a slut for me." Opening my eyes but squinting, I did my best to look at the array of phones pointed my way and plastered a fake looking smile on my face, despite the mask's interference. Had I been thinking, I would have wondered why smiling was relevant at all, given the mask but, then again, had I been thinking, a lot would have been different about my situation. A voice in the back of my head was screaming that I had missed something critically important, but it was drowned out by the rushing wave of my coming climax. A few more seconds of thrusting was all it took and I began to tremble and shake in the arms of the guys. I'm not sure whether it was dehydration, or whether my body was just cummed out at that point, but I only dribbled a bit of wetness this time despite the enormity of my orgasm. Nearly blacking out, my body went limp and found myself leaning back onto Kira for support as she slowed and then finally stopped fingering my spasming hole. "Good slut," she cooed into my ear, gently stroking the side of my face with her cum covered hand before pulling the mask off and inserting the two fingers she had been using to fuck me into my mouth. Cringing at the taste of my own juices, I lacked the energy to pull away, and so I just sucked her fingers clean as that seemed like what she wanted me to do. Waiting until after I had finished cleaning Kira's hand, Andy and Ollie then carried me to the side of the sidewalk and lowered me to the ground to lean against a concrete pylon used to block cars from going down a small alleyway. Deeta was by my side immediately brushing my hair out of my face, asking, "Are you okay, B? It looked like that lady wrung you out. I can punch her if you need me to, just say the word." Not wanting to talk or think about what had just happened, I replied with something that would end the conversation quickly between heavy breaths. "I'm fine. That was awesome. No punching. Thank you," and then waved her away while I drug myself up the pylon to stand. The three newcomers were all gathered around Kira's phone, swiping through photos and pointing and laughing a lot. My ladies gathered to do the same and, soon, I was the only one not reviewing my latest shameful modeling session with amusement. All I could do was lean on my support pillar and wheeze. Kira eventually came over to where I was standing and lifted my chin so that I was looking at her. "I hope that you enjoyed riding my fingers, Dirty Girl. Ollie and I are going to fantasize about tonight while we fuck forever. All those pictures we took will help us remember you." It wasn't clear whether she was laughing at me, or at the idea of screwing her boyfriend while he thought about me, or at having a shameful record of my debasement, but she was laughing nonetheless. Without asking, she came in for a hug and patted me on the back. After giving me a final squeeze, she whispered in my ear, "See you in Mrs. Arma's class on Tuesday." Three quiet seconds passed before my brain got it, then my heart stopped beating, my lungs stopped breathing, and I'm amazed my feet allowed me to remain standing as I processed what she had said. Mrs. Arma was my Sociology professor. Sociology was a class that I had on Tuesdays. This girl, Kira, must be in my sociology class. Then finally hit me that she had called me Rebecca right before she told me to cum. Knowing my name meant she not only had a class with me, but that she also knew who I was... And now she had a bunch of pictures of me committing vulgar sex acts on a city street. Standing frozen in place, I stared at Kira's back as she, Ollie, and Andy all walked off down the street, laughing and joking about the dumb slut they had just gotten to play with. "Oh wow." Monique declared behind me, interrupting my most recent anxiety attack. "Bex, when you squished the mask down on your face like that, it turned into just a tiny white line that barely hid anything. You can totally see your whole face in some of these pictures." Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. The trio that had driven my latest humiliating episode was moseying off without a care in the world, carrying with them the potential agent of my destruction, and I was just standing there like an idiot, watching them go. None of the other women in the study group were in my Sociology class, so none of them knew that Kira knew me, and Kira didn't appear to know any of them. Only I was aware of the magnitude of what had just happened. Some small, rational part of my mind was yelling and shouting and banging on the walls of my brain, urging me in the strongest possible terms to go chase after Kira and confront her, or sic Deeta on them to do her previously offered punching; anything to get her to delete the compromising pictures she had. A larger part of me was thoroughly enjoying this new feeling of free fall, without knowing when or if there would be a sudden, terrible stop at the end. You can guess which part won out. At some point, the rest of my group eventually formed up and began walking home with me trailing behind them like a lost puppy. Time must have passed. Distance too. Maybe even some people or cars. None of it registered. I was off in La-La Land, thinking about nudity, and sex, and control, and freedom. For the entire journey back, there was a creeping wall of fear in the distance that felt like, at any moment, if I really focused on it and acknowledged its presence, it would sweep in and smother me completely. This made me feel alive and aroused and afraid, all at the same time. Before I knew it, we were walking down Monique's street, which meant that my ordeal was finally coming to an end. The rest of the group went up to Monique's door, waiting to be let in, but Monique pulled me aside in the middle of her small front yard. Watching my reaction, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small wad of cloth, which I regarded with a confused expression. Letting the ball fall open, I realized that she was holding the pair of unicorn panties that I had taken off and thrown into the street at the bar a lifetime ago. "I snagged these from a bush while we beat our hasty escape from Speedway," she explained. "Whu... Why?" "Well, you already gave me your socks, your shirt, and your bra. By picking up your panties after you threw them away, I'm one article away from collecting the whole Becca set. If you give me your skirt, you will have permanently given away or discarded every piece of clothing that you came here with today and will have nothing left to cover yourself with until you get back home. I'm not going to order you to give it to me though. If you want to hand it over of your own free will, that's entirely on you, because you want to make sure that you can't cover up any more." Pausing for effect, she looked at me with a teasing smile and asked, "So... Bex... Do you have anything you want to give me?" Looking down at the bundle of cloth wedged under my right arm, I wondered what sort of insanity would ever cause me to give away my last piece of clothing after such a whirlwind night. Because I only lived a couple of miles away, I had walked to Monique's for the study session this evening. Giving away my skirt would leave me, at minimum, bottomless on my journey back home. A journey that would take me across my college campus, to a dorm room building that was busy at almost all hours. Every damning action I had taken up until this point, I had explained away in my head as obeying someone else's orders. No blame could be put on my shoulders if I was just doing what I was told, and so I could argue my complete innocence for all my shameful acts throughout the evening. This was different though. If I gave my last piece of clothing away to Monique now of my own volition, it would completely blow away that cover. Nobody was forcing me to do this, so any foolish action I took here was pure Rebecca. With a shaky arm, I offered both the skirt and shawl to Monique, keeping my gaze downward and refusing to make eye contact. I would have bet every penny I had that there was a smug grin on her face, and that knowledge made me horny as hell. Once she had taken the bundle, I went over to stand with the rest of the group, wondering just how much they had observed of Monique and my interaction. After Monique came over and began fishing for her keys, Nicky grabbed the tip of the shawl hanging out of Monique's purse and yanked it out fully. "You can scam Becca out of her clothes all you want, but this is mine," she reminded Monique. When she pulled the shawl out of the bag, my panties got stuck and came along for the ride, ending up falling to the ground in the middle of our gathered group on Monique's porch with everyone staring down at them. "Whoops," declared Monique, turning to look at me. "Might not be the last time your panties are sitting on my porch, huh Bex? What if we made it a rule that you're not allowed to wear clothes for study sessions any more? You'd have to strip naked on my porch every time we meet up and leave your clothes out here. If you play nice with us during those evenings, I might even let you have some of them back after, HA! Would you like that?" My face grew paler with every word she spoke. From the tone of her voice it sounded like she was just teasing me, expecting an obvious outright refusal that the group could laugh at before moving on. After all, what kind of crazy person would say yes to this kind of humiliating offer? Unfortunately, I had already answered that sort of question a dozen times throughout the evening, and the answer had always been the same. Amazing everyone in the group, including myself, I looked at the ground and whispered, "Okay," picking up my dropped underwear and holding my arm out to hand them back to Monique. That response stumped her for a moment. "What?" Louder, I repeated, "Okay." "Okay what?," she asked, looking legitimately confused while taking the panties from my hand. "I'll strip on your porch and stay naked in your house on study group nights. You all can tell me what to do during those times." "Wow, really?," Monique exclaimed. "Holy shit! You really are loving this, aren't you?" Jumping in to hug me, Deeta looked like a kid that had been given a new toy. "This is gonna be awesome. I'm going to start making a list of things to make you do while you're nakey'." "Post your list in the forum," Sasha advised, "We can all add to it. Maybe have a list of regular tasks, and then some really embarrassing things that we use as punishments... or rewards. I guess it will depend on what we learn about her reactions." Yikes, they had all jumped on board with this plan way faster than I would have imagined. Nicky was the last to contribute, and I expected at least some level of hesitance or protectiveness from her but, apparently, I had done too good of a job of discouraging that sort of behavior from her through the evening as her only comment was, "We should probably extend the length of study nights by an hour or two. Give us time to properly dish out some humiliation without sacrificing our grades." Their conversation on how to best take advantage of my acceptance raged on around me as I wondered what the hell I had just signed myself up for. My mind started showing me a wealth of possible, terrible situations I might end up in at their helpful hands, Alive, aroused, and afraid... Add naked to the list and I might just have a new default state. "Hey, space cadet!," Nicky said, snapping a finger in front of my face and interrupting some lingering fantasy that I hadn't even realized I had lost myself in. "Stop tweaking your nipples on the porch and get inside." Looking around, my hands were on my breasts and everyone else had moved inside but me. Who had I become? Keeping my eyes down and blushing, I pushed past Nicky into the house. Everyone else was busy gathering their stuff in preparation for going home but Monique stopped me at the edge of the tiled front hall and gave me the once over. "Sorry, doggie, but no dirty paws on the carpet," she giggled, giving me a condescending pat on the head. "Be a good girl and stay here and we'll bring you your stuff." She turned and walked away but spun back to face me long enough to add, "And no touching yourself in my house... At least, not unless we tell you to and put down a towel first. I don't need your slut juices on all my nice things." Everyone else laughed outright at this. The surge of shame I felt at her chastising was just another wave in the ocean I had been drowning in for the last several hours. While I stood there, shuffling my feet and trying not to worry about little things like public exposure or being so horny your brain turns off, my friends were standing around talking about potential ideas they had for my future degradation. Occasionally, someone would put a book in a bag, or close a notebook. "I wonder how much homework Becca could get done with one of those egg-shaped vibes up inside of her?" "Oooh, good idea. And if she doesn't finish her work before the battery runs out, she has to recharge it and wear it to class the next day!" "I bet we could get Professor Mayfield involved in something. She teaches Biology, right? Think she needs a live model for female anatomy or something?" "Pretty sure that sort of thing only happens in porn." "Then we can film it! Problem solved, HA." "We could have Bex write a blog on her TellMeToStrip page about what she's been doing." "Better yet, a VLOG!" Holy hell! I had to disconnect my brain from this discussion before I got so hot that I melted onto the tile! To take my mind off of the exquisitely erotic tortures that my friends were planning for me, I turned away from the group and looked around the small front hallway. A mirror half my height hung in the middle of a number of other picture frames and I idly looked into it, but had to do a double take when I saw what looked back at me, because I didn't recognize myself in my own reflection. When I say I didn't recognize myself, I'm not being metaphorical, as in, I had grown emotionally into a different woman than I was before, though that may have also been true. I mean, I literally couldn't recognize my physical being without concerted effort. The Rebecca Alice Hall that had lived in my body for the last nineteen and a half years was eternally prim, proper, and pristine. Never a hair out of place nor a toe out of line, never showed more skin than she absolutely had to, never wore makeup, rarely more jewelry than a pair of tiny pearl ear studs. She showered at the whisper of dirt or mud, and carried a laundry detergent stick in her purse to work potential impurities out of her clothing. The creature in the mirror looked like she had been born in the jungle and had never left. Naked, covered in dirt and dust, grime and grass stains. Hair in wild disarray; matted together in some spots, a knotted tangle in others, with sticks and leaves and grass scattered throughout. There were bruises and tiny cuts I couldn't remember getting, probably from all my rolling around and walking through thickets. The face staring back at me looked haggard and worn, as if it hadn't slept in weeks, and was streaked with dirt that had probably stuck to the cum I had smeared there earlier. Nobody that I had ever met in my life, outside of the four women in the room with me right now, would ever connect the animal in the mirror with boring old Becca, even if you were to draw them a map with blinking arrows and detailed instructions. Let Kira post those pictures on the net, I thought to myself with a nervous giggle. Send them to everyone I know and see if anyone can spot the slut in their lives. That last thought was enough to bring a small moan to my lips and I quickly realized that Monique's insidious 'No Touching' rule was going to cause a lot of sexual build up that would lead to a lot of Dumb Slut Becca moments. At the same time, I realized I would relish the opportunity that those moments would present. That second thought brought all of the events of the night into a new kind of focus and I was left with an inescapable truth hanging in front of me. I wanted this. All of it. Badly. If you were to have put a gun to my head, I don't think I could have told you where all of my perverse urges had come from, or why they had such ownership of me. Regardless, they were there, and I had no delusions that they would be going away in the near future. Perhaps I was shaped by the events of the evening, or maybe it had to do with some inner need to crawl out from beneath the rock that my parents had always tried so hard to keep me hidden under so that I finally could spread my wings. Whatever the case, I knew that I would rather risk the ruination of my reputation a thousand times over than to revert back to the person I had been when I woke up this morning. That idea was a source of further fear and hope. Anxiety because I knew I wasn't fully in control of myself sometimes when I got too close to the edge, so there was real risk associated with allowing myself to be put in these sorts of situations. Relief shone through, however, as I knew that I was prepared to accept what consequences may come from my actions just for the chance to brush up against the unknown and feel alive. Today had, arguably, been the best and or worst day of my life so far. Regardless of the quality, it had certainly been the most meaningful. Feeling somewhat calmer than I had before, I waited patiently for someone to hand me my things so that I could go home and do some further self reflection. By self reflection, I meant furiously touching myself while looking at every picture and video that had been taken of me over the evening. At some point, Sasha came and sat my packed bag and purse next to me. After politely thanking her, I pulled my phone out of my purse and unlocked it. The notification bar up at the top showed that two hundred and eighty six new files had been added to the forum Sasha had created to enshrine my humiliation. Two sets of lips drooling, I had to force my finger to swipe right on the announcement rather than diving into the forum to witness my shame; this was neither the time nor place for that. The only other new notification I had indicated that I had several unread texts that had come in a few minutes before from an unfamiliar number. Curious, I clicked to open them and almost dropped my phone in shock at the *emoji* laden series of messages and accompanying photo. 'Hey dirty girl its kira' 'Got your *phone* from class list' 'Ol and I just *eggplant* *peach* *water droplets* to your pix' 'You are so *fire* *winkyface*' 'We should do a 3sum *smileytongue* *smileytongue* *smileytongue*' 'Hit me back' At the bottom of the string was a picture of Kira, naked and stretched out on her stomach on a bed with her feet sticking up. More important than her position was the fact that, clutched in her hand, hovering next to her face, was a large, wet, stiff penis. Kira's face was covered in semen, and she was making a flirty look at the camera and sticking her tongue out to catch the cum as it dripped down from above. Fucking hell, I muttered to myself, briefly wondering when I had allowed my language to become so vulgar, before turning off my phone screen and putting it back in my purse. That was enough phone time for the day. On the bright side, I supposed I didn't have to worry about what Kira was going to do with my naked pictures any more. What she and Ollie had done already with them was disturbing enough in a completely different way. The conversation in the room had petered out at this point and the process of cleaning up had actually moved forward. Yawning and stretching, Deeta announced sadly, "It's been fun, ladies, but sooome of us actually have jobs to go to in the morning." She looked pointedly at Monique for the last part. "You know you have an open invitation to move in here," Monique replied. "Just bring your stuff and take the spare room. My parents pay the same for the rental whether you're here or not, so they won't care." Slumping, Deeta sighed. "Yeah, except my parents will only pay for my tuition as long as I work enough on my own to pay for a dorm by myself. Some capitalist bullshit about having to learn the value of work ethic... As if spending sixty plus hours a week earning good grades in my classes, homework, and the honors program isn't evidence that I'm busting my ass already." "There there, babe," Monique said, hugging Deeta, "At least some day you'll die and get some time off." Both giggling at the dark joke, Deeta replied, "I should be so lucky." Making her way across the room, Deeta hugged Nicky and Sasha in turn and then came my way. Instead of hugging me, she just stood in front of me smiling. "You were so brave today. You know that, right?" "Uh, I guess." "Don't guess shit; know it 'cause I'm telling you. You're a badass that can take hits like a prize fighter and you should be proud of that." This caused me to tear up a little bit and I had to clear a lump in my throat. Looking at the floor, I muttered, "Thanks, Deeta." She reached out and lifted my chin up so that I was looking at her again. "Real talk. I teased you a lot today, and it can be hard to know what's what, so let me be super honest for a second. I've been accused of being a flirt by, ahem, parties I won't name-" She obviously glanced at Monique here, who was suddenly very interested in examining her notebook on the table. "-but I think that you're incredibly brave, astoundingly beautiful, and I'm interested in you. I'm not trying to fuck around and ruin a friendship, and I know you have a lot of shit to process right now, but you have my number if you want to talk about it. If not, I'm a big girl and nothing has to change between us. 'Kay?" It would be foolish to say that there weren't a ton of signs leading up to this, but hearing it laid out so plainly was still unexpected. Never in my life had I ever considered being in a relationship with another woman. Then again, I had never thought about walking around naked in public or masturbating in front of multiple different groups of people before, either. I knew my parents would go ballistic if they ever suspected that I was a lesbian, just like I knew that there would be no difference between gay and bi in their book, but my parents also wouldn't have liked a lot of the things that I had done tonight, or the many more things I'm sure I would do as the results of future study sessions, so I wasn't sure how much their opinion should count for any more. Deeta was so funny, and so exuberant, and so beautiful, and so kind... Maybe every decision I made didn't have to be about what my parents would like, or what would make me feel the least guilt in the long run. Feeling high from the night, feeling empowered by the things I had recently figured out about myself, and just feeling the rush of so many things that I didn't understand, I did something that was so unlike myself that I doubt I could repeat it given a thousand attempts. Taking a step towards her, I leaned in and kissed Deeta. I would like to tell you that I was super smooth with it, and did the gentle back grab, and the clever head tilt, and the soft lip press, and that it lasted a meaningfully long time, and that there was exciting tongue action... but none of that happened. It was my first kiss, ever, and it was more of an off center peck on the left side of her startled, half open mouth. After I did it I cringed back and almost fell over in embarrassment, sure I had screwed everything up. The next couple of seconds were tense. She didn't move and I didn't move; we just stared at each other. Then, her mouth broke into a grin and she nodded to herself. In a strange, deep accent she muttered, "In Whoville they say, Becca's spine grew three inches that day..." Thrown by the non-sequitur, I scrunched my eyebrows at the familiar sounding line. "Did you... Were you doing Anthony Hopkins from The Grinch Stole Christmas?" Though she had been smiling before, when I said this, Deeta's face lit up like someone had just told her that she had won the lottery and she loudly exclaimed, "Nobody ever gets my random bullshit!" Without warning, she rushed forward and kissed me back and, oh yeah, she knew all about the hand on the back, and the head tilt, and the lip press, and, oh my fucking God, the feeling of her tongue stud rolling around in my mouth gave me IDEAS. When Monique called out, "Get a room!," Deeta didn't even break the kiss, she just extended her arm, middle finger raised, and kept her face pressed to mine. My heart was beating a million times per second and I never wanted it to end. Of course, it eventually did. It might have lasted an hour, it might have been a few seconds. Don't ask me, I wasn't on the same planet at the time. When our faces broke apart, she was holding my waist with one hand and brushed a stray hair out of my face with the other. The gesture was so gentle and tender that I felt like crying. After staring into each other's eyes for ages, she broke contact first, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Shit, no, we're not doing this right here, right now. We're both tired, and horny, and reeling from the evening and I want to do this right." My immediate internal reaction was, "But what if I'm in the mood to make bad decisions that feel good?" After a brief hesitation, however, I grudgingly realized the wisdom of her words, so I sucked it up and forced myself to nod in response. This acceptance seemed to relieve her, and she assured me, "We're going to go home, get in our right minds, get some sleep, and tomorrow we'll have a long talk and see what happens. Okay?" "Okay." She extended her hand, I took it, and we shook like business partners finalizing a deal before she pulled me in for a long hug. "Why'd I do this to myself?," she muttered looking at me one last time before she headed for the door. "How am I going to sleep after that?" Then she was gone, and I was left staring longingly at the door after it closed behind her, only turning away when someone else tapped my shoulder. It was Sasha and she looked like she was leaving as well. She gave me a brief, arm length hug, but the nose wrinkle and grimace as she did so told me exactly why she kept her distance. I couldn't blame her. "So, you and Deeta?," she asked. "I guess," coupled with a shrug was all that I could reply. "Good for you two," she replied. After a smile and friendly wave, she headed out as well. Monique had come to the edge of the carpeted living room and beckoned me over so I walked over to meet her. The difference between her, dressed in pristine designer clothes, standing on the plush carpet with the luxuriously decorated living room as a backdrop, and me, naked and filthy, with only the sparse entryway behind me, was not lost on me. I felt a bit like a peasant being granted an audience with royalty. "Did you have fun today, puppy?" Doing a quick mental review of the day, with all the orgasms and the glorious moments of freefall, it would be hard to argue that I didn't. When my recollections got to the kiss with Deeta just moments ago, a smile spread across my face that I couldn't suppress and I replied honestly, "Yeah... Yeah, I did." "Good, because the games have only just barely begun. I'm going to hold you to your promise from earlier; you're never going to wear clothes in my house again. Understood?" The smile faded from my face at this reminder but I nodded my agreement nonetheless. "How far do you want us to take this?," she asked, a serious look on her face. A thousand potential answers to this question ran through my head in an instant, but only one stuck out as being correct, so that was the one that I responded with. Pushing past a new lump in my throat, I replied, "As far as you want to go." My answer brought a big grin to her face and she stepped forward to wrap me in a close hug, for some reason uncaring of any grime that might pass from me to her. I imagine that her lack of concern might have been tied to the fact that she could afford to use this as an excuse to toss out the clothes she was currently wearing so that she could go shopping for more. Holding me tight, she whispered in my ear, "Good girl. We're going to have so much fun together. I'm going to make you humiliate yourself until you cry and cum at the same time... and then I'm going to push you even further." I tensed up at that declaration, but her challenge sparked something inside of me and I heard myself channeling Deeta when I whispered back, "Bring it, bitch." When we separated, she gave me a nod of respect and fist bumped me before turning me around and giving me a smack on my butt, causing me to start walking towards Nikki who was waiting by the door. Behind me, Monique disappeared elsewhere into the house. "You're crazy, you know that, right?," Nicky asked, smiling at me as I approached her. Studying my feet, I replied, "I'm coming to realize." "You walked here, right? Want a ride home?" I hadn't even considered how I was going to get back to my dorm room. All I had to my name was a bookbag with my sockless shoes shoved into it and a small purse, so my only real option would have been to cover my boobs and bush with my bags and walk fast, hoping there weren't enough attentive people around to notice my revealed state. Nicky's offer solved a problem that I hadn't even had the foresight to realize I had. "I would love a ride. Thank you. For everything." I hugged her tight. "Of course, bestie." After the hug, she added, "You can even borrow my shawl again, if you're not allergic to clothes any more." She held the cloth out to me but pulled it back when I reached for it. "You will return it to me tomorrow evening, laundered and smelling Spring fresh. Not like the used bordello cum-rag it smells like right now." Blushing and looking at the ground, I nodded and accepted the shawl, wrapping it around myself completely for the first time. Hanging from my shoulders, it covered pretty much everything, if you considered draping barely two inches below my crotch as full coverage. Compared to what I had been wearing since leaving the bar, it felt like a suit of plate mail. While we walked out to the car, Nicky shook her head and looked sideways at me. "Nineteen years. Nineteen years I've known you as a stick-up-her-ass prude. Little Miss Perfect the pushover. All it took was taking your clothes off once and now you're, what, a nudist lesbian porn-star?" Damn, was that what I was? Why did everything have to be so complicated? And why did I have to tell other people who I was before I knew myself? I briefly entertained the idea that trying to conform to other people's expectations about me every moment of every day of my life might be part of some larger problem. "I'm... I'm just Becca, alright? I'll let you know if and when I figure out what that means but, until then, I'm just going along for the ride." Grinning at me across the roof of her car before she unlocked it, she replied, "Good answer, B. Maybe the best. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise." After that, she drove me back to my dorm. My roommate was, thankfully, staying with her boyfriend, so I had the room to myself for the night. Out of respect for my remaining tiny sliver of decorum, I won't talk about the number of times I got myself off scrolling through the photo and video records of the evening, or all the terrible things that I said to myself while I did so, or about any of the degrading new pictures that I took with an empty head and a filled pussy. I definitely won't talk about the new album I created with my TellMetoStrip profile, or all the embarrassing things I uploaded to it while I was jilling off and taunting myself for being a brainless bimbo. The album was only public for a little over an hour before I came to my senses and deleted it... one thousand six hundred and twelve views later. Things may have gotten a little out of control. The world didn't end, though. Out of a sense of loyalty, and also because I was directly told to do so, I have to add the following: Nicky's fingers in the bathroom at speedway were timely, and Kira's hands on the way home were enthusiastic, and both managed to make me cum in the heat of the moment... but neither of them hold a candle to Deeta. She does things to me that make me want to get down on my knees and thank God that I was born a woman. That tongue stud? Gets me every time. I'm jumping way ahead in the story here though. Speaking of, there is plenty more story to tell. Things that the group had me do during study sessions... All the risky things I did while unclothed on campus... And don't even get me started on what happened after Professor Mayfield got involved. Will I ever write about any of that? Maybe. One day... For now though? XOXO, Love Becca The End

Babysitting Little Lisa By Lasiter Part 21 - Endings Babysitting Little Lisa concludes... Even on a good day my cell phone isn't high on my list of priorities. Mostly scammers and junk calls about the warranty on my car had expired and other such garbage. At a nudist resort, it's is even lower on my priorities. Besides the nuisance of carrying the damned thing around and the nuisance of junk calls, nudie folks get a bit uptight about having their picture taken or the picture of their spouse and/or naked kids taken by who knows who. So it's best if it's left in your room, trailer, tent or vehicle and avoid any unpleasantries which might get your ass kicked out and your phone sent to the bottom of the pool. But I was expecting a call from Paula and Eric, so I checked it. Sure enough, there was a voice mail. But not from Paula or Eric, but from Staci Higgman. So I picked up, expecting a playful call about wanting to suck her daddy's dick or other such happy wishes. That's not what I got... "Daddy! Daddy! I need you, Daddy!" she shrieked and sobbed. "Oh, Daddy! I need you!" A little short on the details, but she was obviously distressed. About what, she didn't say, but I was fairly confident she wasn't THAT desperate for my cock. So I called back and got her voicemail. Phone tag, not my favorite game. Now I was stuck inside waiting for her to return my call. Meanwhile, Lisa... where in the fuck was Lisa? She was here five minutes ago... Carrying my stupid phone, I headed out into the lobby. I first went to desk where one of Rhonda's girls was tending to things, which one, Macy or Tracy, I have no idea, but she was busy flirting with this young cute stud who was eager to get to know her better. I interrupted them. "Tracy!" "I'm Macy," she corrected, clearly annoyed that I had butted in on her lining up some age appropriate dick. "Lisa! Have you seen Lisa?" "No, Mr. Bill. She's supposed to be with you, isn't she?" "Yes, but... Oh, shit! "The pool!" Surely she wouldn't just jump into the pool... I dashed out side and quickly scanned the entire water park. No Lisa. Back inside, Macy and her stud were gone, replaced by Tracy, only I didn't know it was Tracy. "What's the matter, Mr. Bill," the naked girl behind the front desk asked. "Lisa, I can't find Lisa!" "Oh, she's with Mom," she replied. "Why didn't you tell me that before?" I asked a bit irritated. "I just got here!" the girl defended. "Oh, I'm sorry, uh..." Who is who, and who is this one? "I mistook you for your sister. She was here a few minutes ago." "Yes, she on her break right now. Can I help you?" "Yes, where is your mother?" "She up in her suite, with Lisa." "Thanks." What a relief. Well, no need to worry... I looked down at the phone and saw that I missed Staci's call. Damn it! I had the frigging ringer off! I called back and Staci answered, only she wasn't making any sense. However, I get the gist that something awful had happened. Had she been raped? No, she would have enjoyed that, just so long as it wasn't too violent. "Slow down! Slow down, Staci! What has happened?" She didn't slow down and she was practically hysterical, but I did get the part about she wanted me to come home. Why, I still had no clue, but obviously, I needed to get my ass home ASAP. "I'm coming home, right now!" I told her even though I doubt that she heard me with all her blubbering. "I'll be there in three, three and half hours." I ran upstairs to Bob and Rhonda's rooms. Bob let me in. "Where's Lisa?" "Eating pussy," Bob replied with a nod towards the bedroom. I rushed in and sure enough, Lisa was between Rhonda's legs munching away at her cunt while Rhonda sucked on some Asian guy's cock. Jimmy, Fred's twelve year old assistant, was videotaping the entire thing. The guy pulled his cock from Rhonda's mouth and lifting Lisa's head by her curly hair from Rhonda's cunt, hosed down my little charge's smiling face. Shit! What kind of guardian am I? I should have been outraged, but I popped a boner, especially when Lisa was eagerly licking the guy's still oozing glans. "You want some of that?" Bob asked referring to his slut wife. Yeah, I did, but... "Some other time, Bob," I replied. "Lisa and I have to get home right away." "Is there a problem back home?" "I really don't know, but Lisa's mom called me frantic and not making much sense. I'd better get." "You can leave Lisa here with us, if you like," Bob offered as he ran his hand up between her puggy legs and ran a fdinger up her baby snatch. "No, I better get her home to mama." With that I lifted Lisa up and carried her downstairs, her face dripping splooge. Back in Mel's lair, I found my car keys and clothes. Quickly I dressed, but I couldn't find Lisa's clothes. After fruitlessly looking about, I remembered that when I'd arrived days before, I'd brought her in naked and that her clothes were in the car. Scooping up Lisa, I made a beeline to my car. Sure enough, her little sundress was waded up on the floor, stained with the breakfast burrito she'd eaten on our way to Eden Valley. The dress was a mess, but I attempted to put it on her anyway. She wasn't having any part of that and threw a fit. Giving up on that, I tried to put her in the car seat with a similar lack of success. Finally I said, "Fuck it," and put her on the floor with her toys. She was happy with that, but the whole way home I was worried I'd get stopped for something or someone would see her and I didn't want to have explain any of that, especially with dried semen on her face and in her hair. I barely made it home running on fumes with Lisa complaining the last hour or so that she was "hungie". We made it inside. As soon as I was inside the kitchen from the garage, I heard sobbing. Staci was there, in my living room, crying. Obviously she had let herself in, as she was wont to do. Lisa was thrilled to see her mommy and crawled all over her. Staci was glad to see her too and hugged her tight and laid on her motherly kisses to her baby. Staci was dressed, but in a bikini, a bikini that left little to the imagination, but she still looked a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared and her eyes were red from crying. She looked pitiful. Having gotten hugs and kisses from her mommy, Lisa was up and letting me know that she was "hungie". Damn, I had very little in the fridge, but I found a can of ABC soup and fixed that for her. Leaving her happily playing in her food, I sought out Staci to find out what had happened. It wasn't good I suspected. Actually it was quite good, for Mike. The whole weekend thing with the boss was so the boss could get to know him better. I don't think he actually got to know much about him, because he wanted Mike to take over an entire division of the company. Of course that required Mike to pull up stakes and move to another state, but for Mike, it was a fantastic opportunity. The details of the promotion were worked out and Mike was sent directly to take over in his new position. Staci, she was sent home to pack up and meet up with Mike in a few weeks. Staci, however, didn't want to go. She really didn't want to go. She liked her job and liked the people she worked with. She wasn't looking forward to moving Lisa to a new town and then begin the search for another suitable sitter for Lisa. Lastly, she had become very attached to me. I knew she and Mike were having some problems, who wouldn't have problems living with Mike? But I had no idea that Staci had grown so unhappy with her husband. But, being the loyal wife, she set about preparing for the move. The company was buying their house at market value, so that wasn't an issue. The company was moving them, and was sending packers to pack up everything. Meanwhile, Staci gave her employer her two week notice. Me? I looked after Lisa every day, and every night Staci fucked my brains out. I was going to really miss those two. It was a few days after I had returned from Eden Valley with Lisa that I took Lisa with me to do some needed grocery shopping. So I was pushing Lisa around in a basket, picking up whatever I needed. She was being especially good and wasn't lifting her sundress up to show that she was bare underneath. Amazing what a bribe of ice cream can accomplish! I was about halfway through the store when I noticed a guy who seemed to be following us. That was odd, because he was carrying a small shopping basket in one hand while holding the hand of a little girl with the other. I told myself that I was imagining things. But a few aisles later he came up to us. "Excuse me," he said, "but you look very familiar. Or more precisely, your little girl looks very familiar." With that, Lisa decides to lift her dress and flashes the guy! I got her dress down real quick, but the damage was done. "I know," he said reaching out and touching her nose with a finger, "you are Lisa. I just didn't recognize you with clothes on." "Excuse me?" I interjected. "Eden Valley! I saw you two at Eden Valley this past weekend," he explained. "Oh, we haven't met. I'm Jeffery and this little doll is Millay. "You two were quite the center of gossip," he continued, "what with that movie you made. I was going to introduce myself, but when I had the chance, I couldn't find you. The front desk said you had gone home for an emergency. Hope everything is okay." "Everything is fine. Her mother received some news that upset her. "By the way, I'm Bill." "Pleased to met you, Bill," he said offering me his hand. We shook hands and he pressed on, "I do believe we have a lot in common, Bill. I take it that you babysit for your granddaughter. So do I, except Millay is my great granddaughter. "Say, would you be interested in getting these two together for a play date? None of the parents in my neighborhood will let their kids play with Millay, as... well..." Pausing he broke out with a big grin, "She's prone to losing her clothes." I had to laugh. "There aren't any kids Lisa's age in my neighborhood, and as for losing her clothes, Lisa is very prone to losing her clothes too. No daycare will keep her," I chuckled, "so it's just easier to keep her home and just let her be herself." "My problem too," Jeff said looking around to be sure we weren't being overheard. "Not that I mind," he snorted. "The big problem with Lisa being with me all the time is that she doesn't have any other kids her age to play with. A play date? Yeah, that'd be great!" I said. "Lisa really needs a friend her own age to play with." "Well, we're free the rest of the day," Jeff offered. "So if you're free... Your house or mine?" "Well, I need to go home and put away these groceries," I replied. He lifted the basket and showed me how little he had in it, two boxes of tampons. "My daughter and granddaughter are running low, so I was sent to resupply them. Let's just do it at your place." "You're on, Jeff!" I laughed. Halleluiah! I wouldn't be saddled with entertaining Lisa all day as usual. An added bonus would be an adult to pass the time with, an adult with some common experiences and interests. I finished my shopping chatting it up with Jeff. Lisa was likewise interested in making friends with Millay and had demanded to let out of the basket. Millay was a cutie. Dressed in play shorts and t-shirt, she appeared to be a little older than Lisa, almost a head taller than Lisa, with long dark straight hair pulled back into a ponytail and bright blue eyes. It was really cute seeing them walking hand in hand through the store. I gave Jeff my address in case we got separated and they followed us home. I let Lisa out of her car seat and began hauling in the groceries, stepping on her sundress as soon as I crossed into my kitchen. Jeff and Millay were right behind us with Jeff carrying the last load of my groceries into the house. I heard the joyful squealing of little girls somewhere in the house. "How about a beer, Jeff?" I offered even though it wasn't noon yet. "Yes! A beer would be good," he replied. I pulled out two beers and set about putting the groceries away. Finished with that task, we retired to my family room to enjoy our beer. Soon the girls came charging through on their way out the backdoor, both as naked as the day they were born. "Shall we go out and supervise?" Jeff suggested. My backyard was perfectly safe, but the weather was nice, so why not? Besides, the scenery was better. We sat in my lawn chairs in the deep shade while they played hide and seek, trampling my garden, not that it mattered that late in the year. That lasted about twenty minutes or so before they both came running up to us to take a break. Lisa, all hot and sweaty, climbed into my lap. Millay did the same with Jeff, except that she spread her legs about Jeff's thighs putting her young hairless pussy on full display to me. Jeff and I continued our conversation about Eden Valley while we nursed our beers. His story was remarkably similar to Eric's story about how he became a nudist. When he was in college, my son dated a girl who grew up in a nudist family. A couple of trips to a local nudist facility and he was hooked. He married the girl and left his old life behind. Idly I gently rubbed Lisa's bare tummy while we talked. Jeff in turn, began rubbing on Millay's leg. At first it was all very innocent, two older men chatting, notwithstanding the little girls in their laps were stark naked. As we talked I watched as Jeff's hand got closer and closer to the nexus of Millay's legs. I in turn allowed my hand to go below Lisa's belly button to the top of her bald mons. Briefly I glanced up from Jeff's fingers, and looking back down, saw him draw circles across her puffy vulva and slit. A moment later Jeff's finger penetrated between her lips. Good thing I was still dressed or my rising penis would have lifted Lisa off my lap. I looked and saw that Millay eyes were mere slits and the little smile on her lips. I glanced back down at her finger plugged cunt and glimpsing up, I saw that Jeff was grinning. I, in turn, slid my finger into Lisa. From there, all subtly was lost as we openly masturbated our little girls. Lisa loved to be fingered and it was immediately apparent that Millay enjoyed her great grandfather's digit's attentions as well. His fingers left her now swollen cunt and he lewdly licked his fingers of her juices. Then he pushed her gently off his lap and stood. Down went his shorts and off went his t-shirt. He wasn't wearing underwear and had left his flip flops in the family room, so he was as nude as our little girls were. He sat spreading his knees. Millay, without being told or coaxed, moved between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. "Noogie, Poppa?" Lisa asked seeing her new friend honking on her great grandfather's cock. "Why not?" I answered as I rose to strip off. When I sat, Lisa was on my dick like a gecko on a fly. "Yeah, suck his cock, baby girl," Jeff said maybe a little too loudly. He then pushed Millay off his hard cock, picked her up and sat her in his lap facing me. His cock was sticking up between her legs pressed against her cunt. He began humping in the chair, sliding his dick along her slit. I had to wonder if he was going to fuck her. I thought that she was a bit young for that sort of thing, but in a situation like this, you just never knew what might happen. What happened was after humping her cunt for a few minutes, he shot off on her tummy and began smearing his cum into her now open pussy lips with his dick. This was just too much for me and I unloaded into Lisa's mouth. Being the skilled cock sucker she was, she gulped it down without losing a drop. When my senses returned, I saw that Jeff was still holding Millay, his cock now drooping , her belly covered in ropes of cum. Lisa was still kneeling between my legs, looking up at me seeking approval. "Be a good girl, and go clean up Jeff and Millay," I told her. She smiled and quickly moved to Jeff and his girl. She leaned forward and began licking the cum off her new friend's body. Then going lower she licked her cunt and then licked his dick and took it into her mouth to suck the juices off of it. Then she returned to Millay's pussy and began licking her like she licked Rhonda back a the lodge. "Son of a bitch," he exclaimed in a low voice watching her eat his young great granddaughter. I must admit, it was quite the show and soon his rising cock was bumping Lisa's chin. Lisa left the girl's pussy and went for the hardening dick. "Oh, fuck..." he hissed before he jerked a few times. He was still super sensitive and had to push Lisa off his dick. "God damn! She's great!" he exclaimed. "She's better than a lot of older girls!" Leaning forward, he took her pretty little head in his hands and told her, "You are really something else, darling. But I need a little break. Okay? You can do that later. Okay?" "'Kay!" Lisa brightly answered. She hopped up and returned to my naked lap. "How about another beer, Jeff?" I asked. "That would just be perfect," he replied as Millay slid off his lap. "I need to get up, baby," I told her. She looked back and up at me and replied, "'Kay," before sliding off my lap. As I went inside, I was followed by the two little nudies who disappeared giggling into the back of the house. I pulled out two cold brews, turned and handed one to Jeff. He twisted the cap off, lifted his bottle and said, "Here's to a great life!" I clinked his bottle and we both took a drink. "I have to ask, is she still a virgin?" he asked. "No, not by a long shot." "Then what I heard about her getting fucked by several boys in the movie Fred made is true?" "They weren't her first," I added. "Have you..." "No. She's too young. I don't want to ever hurt her." "My sentiments exactly when it comes to Millay. Though I suspect it won't be much longer before I get my cock into her. I'll have to have her mom's permission to do that." "You've fucked her mom?" "Yeah, after she got knocked up, I figured one more cock wouldn't hurt her." "You knocked her up?" "No! Besides I shoot blanks. Been shooting blanks ever since my daughter got with child. I didn't father my granddaughter either. But once they were making their pussies available, I figured, why not? They didn't mind me rutting with them either. I still rut with my daughter and granddaughter. " "What about your wife?" "Oh, she passed years ago, when my daughter was still little. Fell off a horse and broke her neck." "Gee, I'm sorry." "Ah, it was a long time ago. She was a lot of fun though. A real crowd pleaser if you get my drift. "How about you, Bill? You divorced?" "No, cancer got her a few years back." I left it at that and he didn't press for details. "Speaking of my granddaughter, Jenny, you probably saw her at Eden Valley. She worked as a lifeguard this summer. Sixteen, bottle blonde, big tits, great shapely ass... Enthusiastic fuck too. I'll have to introduce you to her and her slut mother, Amy. Both will fuck you blind," he said ending with a laugh. "Lifeguard? I'm sure I saw her, but I can't place her." "She's the one who told me about the movie. She's made dozens of fuck flicks with Fred and Kendra. Made enough to buy herself a nice car with plenty left over." "Fred's the father-in-law of one of my sons, Mark." "And Mel's your other boy's father-in-law. I've made a movie or two with his daughter, Paula. Tits to die for on that one! And her little girl, Meagan... she's a popular one with the boys." "I have another son who goes to Eden Valley, Jason." "Yes, I know Jason and his pixie wife Gwen. Oh, do I know Gwen! Their little girl, Sandra, is buddy-buddy with Millay. "So where in the hell have you been all these years?" he asked. "I just got into this fairly recently." "You're kidding me! You come across as an old pro at this." "Believe it or not, until a few months ago I was a straight arrow. I had no idea that my boys and their families were into nudity. But Lisa came into my life and changed me forever." "So tell me about Lisa. How did you get unfettered access to her?" he asked. I spent the next hour or so telling him all about Lisa, her parents and what they allowed. The girls came out from playing with Lisa's dolls. I fixed us all lunch and then put them down for a nap. Nap over, we had the girls dance for us. Millay moved with some grace, but Lisa was just plain comical, even though she wasn't trying to be funny. After they danced, Jeff was ready for some fun. He had Millay come sit with me while Lisa went with him. "Can we use your bedroom?" he asked holding Lisa in his arms. "You can't fuck her," I told him. "I know. I just want to be comfortable while I eat her out." "That's not a bad idea, Jeff," I said. "Come with me." We carried the girls to my king bed and side by said we orally took our pleasure with their young tasty cunts. It surprised me when Millay wrapped her legs about my head and twisted side to side, seized by an orgasm. This little girl had been sexualized as early-on as Lisa had been. I could only wonder what she was going to become when older. When our tongues grew tired, we had the girls suck us. Millay proved to me that she knew how to give a proper blowjob. Jeff wasn't disappointed in Lisa either. Once we caught our breaths and the glow of a good cum was still upon us, Jeff glanced at my digital alarm clock and announced that he needed to be home before Millay's mother, Amy, got home from school. "Why don't you come over, Bill? We can tie up my granddaughter when she gets home and take turns fucking her!" I laughed at his outrageously indecent proposal, though I suspected he wasn't joking. Begging off, I told that I needed to get supper on before Lisa's mom got home from work, which was the truth. We found Millay's clothes, gathered his up from the backyard and he bade his leave, but not before getting me to promise that I'd bring Lisa to his house tomorrow morning for another play date. Both girls whined about Millay leaving, but they were very excited to hear that they would be playing together again tomorrow. With the play date over, I sat Lisa down in front of the TV and tuned on Sponge Bob Square Pants for her. She loved that stupid show, so it kept her out of my hair for a while. When Staci arrived home from work, I told her about meeting Jeff and Millay and a little about the play date, leaving out the sex parts. Staci was very excited to hear that Lisa had a friend who was just like her. I was expecting Lisa to spill the beans when Staci was asking her about her new friend and all the fun they had together, not that it mattered. Later that night, after putting Lisa down for the night, Staci and I did what Staci and I often did. I was glad that I'd had sufficient time to build up another load of semen to deliver to her pussy, and she was glad that I lasted a good long time before sperming her. I rolled off and was about to doze off for the evening when Staci demanded to know, "What else happened?" "What? What are you talking about?" I replied playing dumb. "Daddy, you know perfectly well what I'm talking about! I'm sure you guys didn't just let the girls play together all morning and afternoon without playing with them some yourselves. So, what else happened?" So I told her about the backyard finger fucking and the oral sex. While I went into the details, she worked over her clit with a vibrator until she had a screaming climax. Then it was her turn to get sleepy. ***** The play date at Millay's went about as I expected. Jeff had a pool and the girls played together with us in the water for most of the morning, but they also took time playing with Jeff and me onshore, or rather playing with our dicks. Jeff wasn't much on cooking, so we took the girls out for lunch. Of course they wanted to go to McDonalds, as much to play in the play area as to eat yet another Happy Meal. Jeff and I both opted for breakfast foods, which are edible and which they had just recently made available all day. We had both girls dressed in shorts and a t-shirt so they wouldn't be flashing strangers while playing in the pool of plastic balls. Lunch over, we took them home, put them down for a nap, but not before having them suck our cocks. The girls slept for a very long time and had barely awakened when Amy got home from school. I recognized her immediately as the Nazi lifeguard who busted my balls for inadvertently putting my hands where they shouldn't have been on Meagan's pussy. Of course we were all nude when she came in. "Amy! This is Bill..." "I know who he is," she replied giving me the evil eye. Then she broke out into a come hither smile and added, "He's a bad, bad man. Molesting little girls out in the open. But I set him straight. "I hope you enjoyed your stay at Eden Valley," she continued, leching on all the naked little girls... "Oh, yes, I enjoyed it very much," I answered. "I also enjoyed leching on not so little girls." Looking over at Lisa and Millay naked and playing dolls on the floor, she said, "You two old bastards haven't been molesting these little girls, have you?" "Oh, no! Not us!" replied Jeff as he lewdly jiggled his dick. "We were waiting for something with tits to show up." "Is that so, Daddy? Hope you won't have long to wait." "No, I don't suppose we will," he answered while fondling himself. Releasing his cock and changing the subject, he asked, "So how was your day, darling?" "Pretty boring actually," she replied with a frown. "I'd rather be at Eden Valley scolding old buzzards at the pool than putting up with geometry or English composition or world history." "Back in the day, I rather enjoyed geometry," I said. "But I'm into more natural shapes now." "Oh? And what natural shapes are you now into?" "He's like me, baby," Jeff interjected. "He's into the shapes of pretty girls." Turning to me he said, "Now isn't she a fine specimen? Great tits, don't you think?" "And a nice ass too," I quipped. Amy glanced up at the ceiling, shook her head slightly and then looked back down at us. "If you two weren't so cute sitting around naked, I might take offense." "Then why don't you get comfortable?" Jeff asked. "I need a bite to eat first. I'm famished." With that she set her book bag down and headed for the kitchen where she found a bag of carrots. Jeff and I followed her. She retrieved the vegetable peeler from a drawer, and when Jeff began unbuttoning her blouse, I offered to peel as many carrots as she wanted. By the time I had four carrots peeled and sliced into quarter strips, Jeff had her nude. Standing behind her, he reached around with both hands and made a show of fondling her magnificent tits. She didn't seem to mind, indeed she seemed to enjoy her grandfather's hands on her. As Jeff felt her up, I offered her a carrot strip. She took it and pulled away from Jeff. "Millay!" she called out. "Do you and your friend want some carrots?" "Yes, Mama!" I heard from the adjoining room. Almost instantly Millay and Lisa were in the kitchen. Millay eagerly accepted a carrot strip from me and began munching away. Lisa, she suspiciously regarded the carrot strip I held out to her. Amy picked up a handful from the counter and Millay asked for more. Peer pressure can be a wonderful thing. When Millay encouraged Lisa to try it, she did. The first bite was tentative, but as she chewed on the crunchy veggie, a smile came across her face. "Can I have some more, Poppa?" she asked. It was a food breakthrough! For months she had been rejecting my offer of a carrot for a snack, claiming that they were yukky. No amount of cajoling her would tempt her into just trying a carrot. Suddenly her world view of raw vegetables changed. And when Amy pulled out a plastic carton with sliced cucumbers and another with sliced summer squash, Lisa tried them and declared that she liked them too. Amy had me slice up a couple of apples and then more carrots. All were voraciously consumed. I had to admit, even though Amy was way too young to be a mommy of a girl Millay's age, she was good mommy. Well, maybe not too good, for Jeff seized her from behind again and while mauling her tits, he kicked her legs apart and there in the kitchen with me, Lisa and her little girl watching, he came up between her legs and effortlessly entered her. "Oh, yes, Daddy... That feels soooo good," she cooed. After slowly pumping into her cunt for several minutes, Jeff pulled out. He pushed to the kitchen table and forced her to bend over it. "Want some teenage pussy, Bill?" Well, I had screwed Lisa's mother like this any number of times in Lisa's presence and figured Millay too had watched her mother be taken like this many times. I helped myself and ran my cock up her puss. While I leisurely screwed this fine girl, I took the opportunity to examine her anus. As I suspected, her bulging anus indicated that she was no stranger to anal sex. I could have switched holes, but I was enjoying myself too much to chance rejection. Jeff tapped me on the shoulder. He wanted me to yield, so I yielded her cunt to him. My cock was probably not out of her teen cunt for more than five seconds before he filled it again. This time he wasn't taking her slowly, but slammed into her time and time again, setting her callipygian buttocks to quaking with each impact. He pulled out and I ran my cock back into her. She wasn't quiet as we fucked her, but kept up a steady prattle of urging us on. I too put it to her. I yielded to Jeff. This time his aim was off and he plowed into her asshole. Her head came off the table and she shouted, "Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd!" then settled down to have her ass fucked. While sodomizing her, Jeff handed me a tube of KY Jelly. I hadn't seen him grease up, but evidently he had. I too greased up and when he yielded to me, I slid into her butt like a hot knife through soft butter. And that's what her rectum felt like, soft butter. I didn't last too long after that and had a one of the most intense cums in a long time. I pulled out and Jeff spread her cheeks open to reveal her now gaping anus. "Come over here, girls," he said, "and take a look at Millay's mommy's asshole." The girls gathered round and looked as milky semen oozed from her open anus. "Some day, after a man has fucked your ass, you too will have an asshole that looks like this," he told the two very young girls. "Look, Lisa! Mommy's hole is closing up!" "That's right. It closes back up no worse for wear," Jeff informed. "But you will have to learn to do your exercises to keep your pussy and asshole in good condition and not get all loose and sloppy." With that he let her buttocks spring closed and slapped her on the butt, raising a red hand print on her very tanned derrière. "Who wants to go swimming?" he then asked. "Me!" the girls sang in unison and then dashed outside. Millay dove right in as she was strong swimmer. I had to run after Lisa and caught her before she just jumped in. She wasn't at all a good swimmer. I got a pair of water wings on her and went into the water with her. A few minutes later, Amy and Jeff came out and got into the water. She more or less ignored me, but gave Lisa a lot of attention. Back when she was twelve and thirteen," Jeff said, "Amy gave swimming lessons here. She still gives lessons at Eden Valley. If you want, she can give Lisa swimming lessons after school. All nudists need to know how to swim, especially the very young." I looked over at Lisa with Amy and saw that the water wings had been discarded and Amy was bobbing Lisa's head under the water, urging her to make bubbles by blowing the air out her nose. She stopped after a minute or so doing that and laid her on her back teaching her how to float. Lisa's first true swimming lesson had begun. Lisa was very proud of what she had done in the pool and told her mom all about it, and told her mom how every day Amy was going to teach her swimming after school. Staci was pleased, more than pleased. She had wanted Lisa to take swimming lessons this summer, but was afraid of Lisa's behavior. With Amy, there was no issue with her being naked. Having no time to fix supper before Staci arrived home from work, I just ordered a pizza. So every day after school and on Saturday and Sunday, I took Lisa to Jeff's when Amy would be available to give her lessons. By that time, I became aware of a running issue between Amy and her grandfather. Seems Mel had offered her a position as a hostess at the Lodge during the off season. To do that, she needed to drop out of school. Jeff wasn't keen on that at all. I asked him about it, the hostess thing. "Even though the resort is mostly closed down during the late fall and winter, the Lodge is still open," he told me. "Lots of folks come to the Lodge on the weekends on what are called Open Door Weekends. Make a reservation, check in and leave your door wide open. Soon someone will show up at the door looking for sex. It's basically a big swap fest. The women more or less stay in the room and the guys wander around fucking anyone who will have them. A hostess is sort of like room service, not room service pussy, though that happens, but meals, snacks and liquor delivered to the room by hostesses. And sometimes the hostesses deliver sex. You'd think that with all the free pussy available that paying for pussy wouldn't be very lucrative. But you'd be wrong. "What Mel really wants is for her to be a whore. Not that I have anything against whores. Amy's mom has been a hostess for several years and she makes good money doing it." The following week, two days before the packers were due to pack up Staci's house, Jeff broke down and told Amy that he'd talk to her mom about it. Amy was ecstatic. Me, I saw the writing on the wall. Not only was Staci and Lisa soon to be a thing of the past, but Amy and her daughter too, along with Jeff. I knew they had a trailer permanently at Eden Valley, so a full family move would be easy. Me, I'd just have my hand to keep me company, that is unless I too moved to the nudist facility and into that travel trailer Paula and Kendra wanted me to buy. Without Lisa and Staci nearby and available, there was absolutely no reason for me to keep my house and let it become my prison once again. I called an agent and listed the house. Having made my decision to move, I set about calling Eric and Paula and giving them the news. But before I could say anything, Eric and Paula had news of their own. They were taking over from Mel and would be the general managers of Eden Valley. Mel wasn't going anywhere, but he was tired of the day to day hassles of running the resort. He just wanted to lie about and have someone suck his dick and provide him with a warm moist hole to stick it in. Then they told me about their plans to build a house on the grounds. A house big enough that I could live there too if I wanted. Heck, in listening to their plans, I forgot to tell them about my own plans. Staci then comes in and delivers her own bombshell. She didn't want to go and be with Mike. She wanted to stay with me. I asked her if she was divorcing him. "We were never married," she told me. "When my dear sweet Daddy died, I was lost. Pregnant and lost. Mike took me in. Rather than being my daddy's whore, I became Mike's whore. I never told him, no, to anything and he took advantage of me. He kept me breast feeding Lisa until she was three, so that he could breast feed on me. And he found it funny to have Lisa nurse on his dick and swallow his milk. He kept her nude and played with her sexually. That's why she's like she is. "And worst of all... I let him. "But what's done is done and she's a happy little girl. I just don't want to start all over trying to find someone to help me with Lisa and not get upset that she's been so sexualized, and not worry constantly that someone would report us and have her taken away from me." "What about your house?" "It's Mike's house. Everything in it belongs to Mike. And as long as Lisa and I are in that house, he owns us too. My gloom was instantly lifted when I heard her say, "Lisa adores you, Daddy. I adore you. Lisa and I will be good girls for you. So... can we stay here with you? Please?" "Of course you can! I adore Lisa. She's become part of my life." "What about me, Daddy?" "I'd love to have you become part of my life too." I refrained from telling her, 'I love you.' I liked her, loved her tits, her pussy and her ass, and I loved that she was so free with them and was such an enthusiastic fuck. But I didn't want her to think that I wanted to marry her. Yes, she would be the ideal playmate to have at Eden Valley, but not as my wife. "Then we need to go get something from next door," she said with some urgency in her voice. We went into Mike's house and she took me into a spare bedroom that Mike used as an office. "It's all in here," she said tugging at a locked filing cabinet. "What's in here?" "All Mike's dirty videos he's taken over the years. Of me, of Lisa, and of you with Lisa. We need to get them so he can never use them against us." "I'll have to break the lock." "No! I have the key," she said digging in her pocket and producing the key to the filing cabinet. "Mike sent it to me so I could send him some papers for the house." Thankfully, it was the right key. She unlocked the cabinet and found the two external hard drives he kept under lock and key. "This one should be a back up of that one," she said holding up the two hard drives , one in each hand. "Or maybe it's the other way around." She handed me the incriminating hard drives and located the folder with the papers Mike needed. Then we closed it up and locked the cabinet. "What about your sister? Melanie, isn't it? Doesn't her husband have a copy of all this?" "I don't have a sister. They're just some people Mike met on line. They don't have anything except the stuff with their boys and Lisa. Mike would never be so careless as to let any of this stuff get out of his possession." "Didn't he upload it all to a remote server?" "No, Bill, that was just a line of bull for your benefit. So he could keep you on a string and yank your chain whenever he wanted to make you dance to his tune. No, everything is right there in your hands." Well, that was certainly a relief! But then again, as devious as Mike was, what was to keep him from having a third copy that Staci knew nothing about? I could only hope that I never found out. We took the purloined hard drives back to my house, along with the papers Mike needed. The papers we would FedEx to him in the morning. The hard drives... Should I destroy them or keep them for my own entertainment? I didn't have to decide right away, so I stuffed them in my bedroom closet along with my personal videos of the kids and Lisa. I told Staci about my plans to relocate to Eden Valley to be close to my kids and grandkids. Of course that wasn't the only reason, but it was a good enough reason on its own. "You're going to need some clothes, Staci. I know it's a nudist resort, but we can do a bit of traveling around the country with the travel trailer I'm buying from my son's father-in-law, Mel. You'll like Mel and I'm sure he'll like you too. There's a number of other friends and family at Eden Valley that you'll enjoy meeting too. It's nothing like around here. Nothing at all. It's total freedom... within limits, of course, but free to do whatever you want, whenever you want, with whomever you want. You're going to love it, Staci." "You mean we'll just disappear?" "No, we'll be visible, very visible, but we won't have to worry about nosy neighbors or worry about Mike coming after us. I'll turn everything over to my lawyer without leaving a forwarding address. "Now, let's pack up just what we need. I'm going to call Goodwill and have them come clean out my house. Then, we're gone." "What should I tell Mike?" "Well, you probably need to tell him something. So write him a letter, a Dear John letter. We'll send it snail mail when we are ready to leave." And that's what we did. The only person I told where we were going was Eric and Paula, and Jeff. Eric and Paula were thrilled. Jeff, he said that it helped him make up his mind about keeping Amy in public school. He would be taking Amy and Millay to Eden Valley permanently too and said that he'd see me there in a few days. Meanwhile, Millay hitched a ride with us, which made Lisa very happy that her friend was coming along with her. THE END of BABYSITTING LITTLE LISA

Blackmail and Bare Bottoms by SDS A young girl living with her step family is framed, blackmailed and bullied into receiving a series of increasingly embarrassing spanking and put through other embarrassing situations by her step brother and sister. Part 1 I felt sick, My step brother had lied and so here I was dragged sobbing into the living room by my step mother. She had spanked me before but the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I was about to face. I looked at him sitting in the armchair, he looked so smug and pleased with himself, any moment he looked like he was about to break out the popcorn. "I didn't do it!! I didnt!" I cried as she pulled me towards the couch. "Don't you lie you little thief! I found his wallet under your bed! how dare you!! he's your brother you evil child!" Screamed by step mother There was nothing i could do, she wouldn't believe me over this manipulative little shit anyway. I changed tact suddenly realizing what she intended to do "Please no! not in front of Bobby!" I cried as she bent me over the chair arm. "Oh yes, you never learn, every spanking I give you changes nothing and so let's see if you do it again when your’e spanked in front of your brother!" She knew how shy I was, the last time I was being spanked Bobby had pretended he didn't know it was happening and walked in. She had seen how embarrassed that made me and knew it was the perfect weapon against me. I wanted to resist but knew how bad things would get if it did. my bottom was pointing straight at Bobby as my evil step mother lifted the back of my school skirt revealing my embarrassing knickers. They were quite childish, bright pink with hello kitty fishing across the bottom. I heard baby laugh and just caught a quick look at him grinning ear to ear starting at my intimate garments. I want to die and for the whole world to swallow me whole. Then the pain started, hit after hit making me cry more until i'm in full blown hysterics. I know what's coming next, she always asks me to choose. "So girl have you had enough?" "Yes" i cry, but know she's not going to stop. "oh I don't think we’re over! Do you want the next lot with the brush or on your bare bottom?" usually I'd have picked the bare bottom but right now the pain seems worth it. "The brush!" I cry and hear a sigh of disapointment from Bobby obviously wanting to see more. My step mother continued with the brush each blow feeling like a thunderbolt. with each hit my bottom got more and more sensitive and each blow more painful. "Please stop I cried as the brush tanned my hide from a milky white to a tomato red" After a few more stinging blows my step mom lets up. I reached for skirt that was around my ankles but she swatted away my hands. "No your punishment is not over yet." I stood shocked covering the front of my knickers from my perverted brother. "Why did you lie?" I said through sobs as she left the room leaving me alone with him. He just grinned looking me up and down in just my white school shirt and panties. I longed to pick them back up and to cover myself but quickly enough my mother re-entered with a stool. I stared at it confused as she placed it in the centre of the room. "Now you're going to stand on this with your hands on head for one hour, if you dare move i'll make you take more off, your lucky you're only showing you panties" Said my step mum pulling me over to it and making me stand on it. She forced my hands onto my head and turned to Bobby, "If she moves you tell me! make sure she keeps them hands on her head." She exited the room. With my hands on my head my school shirt had ridden up exposing the bottom of my tummy and all of my knickers to Bobby. Bobby wasted no time in comming over to inspect me. Tears still streamed down my eyes and my nose was a bit snotty from the upset. I daren't move but he walked around me as if inspecting a prize animal. "Maybe I should tell mum you've moved" My heart dropped. "No please!" I begged making him laugh at my vunerablity. "Let me get a look at the damage and i won't tell" He said happily walking around to get a good look at my bottom. "No you can't!" I begged. "Oh mum!" he started to say as i paniked. "OK OK!!!"I cried fearing what she would make me take off. "Just a bit at the back though, not all the way down" I begged. The humiliation was already intense and soon he would see my bare rump. "Ok" he said obviously exited at the thought at seeing more exposed flesh. I started to move my hands from my head to pull my knickers down a bit at the back. He however had other plans. "What do you think your doing?" he said in a mock horified voice. "You can't move allow me!" I should have stopped him right then but petrified of my Stepmum I allowed him. I felt his fingers on the waistband of my panties just above my bum crack. He seems nervous too, obviously the fist time touching a girl in such intamacy. I cringe as I feel his fingers against my bare skin as he pulls them down carefully at the back revealing my butt crack and then the majority of my naked bottom. I think he's being nice being careful and not pulling my knickers down too much at the front. I'm terrified not knowing what he's planning, the shame builds up to almost breaking point, as I start crying again. "Wow, that looks painful" he laughed and to my horror i feel his hand quickly touch my bare cheeks. I nearly cry out "What are you doing!" I cry. "Shut up, just feeling how warm it is" he laughs but dosnet touch me anymore. Suddenly without warning I feel him grab my panties waistband again but think he's going to pull them back up instead he pulls them straight down and I let out a scream. He laughs getting a great view of my totally naked bottom. I am just about to bend down to retrieve them when my nightmareish stepmum re-enteres "Whats going on!" she screams. I am about to take my arms away when fear of her glues them in place still on my head keeping my humiliation totally on show. Bobby has jumped back onto the couch like nothing has happened. "Her panties just fell down" he says. Dam he's a good lier, I'm too terrfied to move. "Oh did they now" she says and laughs at me. "Well they must be too loose for you then" She roots around in the washing pile and comes out with a pair of my little stepsisters knickers. She is only 10 but with a choice of them or nothing I step into them very aware of my nudity in front of Bobby as she pulls them up my legs, These are tight but i'm fairly small for my age and this combined with my skinniness makes them humiliatingly nearly fit. They are bright pink with cinderella on the front. They hug my painful bottom tightly but i'm humiliated to be on show in them. "and for causing me all this trouble" she says and starts to unbutton my white school shirt. "No please" I cry through sobs of tears but she doesn't care. "If you're going to act like a night little girl you'll be treated like one.” she says. Bobby is still behind me staring at my humiliatingly panty clad bottom, I know he wishes he has a better view from the front as my white push-up bra comes into view. "And this vulgarity!" my step mom screams pulling out the padding inserts. "I'm terrified shes going to leave it like that as without padding my breasts where practically exposed in the oversized bra. She makes me remove my hands from the sleeves as she deposits the shirt on the floor along with my other clothes. Bobby now has a great view of my nearly naked body from behind, all my bare flesh aside from my panties and bra strap on display. "This won't do" my step mother says and walks over to retrieve a white training bra from the hamper. Bobby is grinning massively know knowing what this means. She unclipped my bra making me feel totally exposed now. I cover my little breasts with my hands which she allows as she places the bra with the rest of my clothes. Luckily she quickly allows me to put on the humiliating kiddy bra before Bobby gets a better look. Once i'm attired in my kiddy panties and training bra which is painfully tight hiding what little breasts I already had. She left me then to resume my hour, luckily Bobby didnt make me do anything else I think drinking in my humilation was enough. However he did get a few photos of me which i'm sure he would use as blackmail. I think he'd have prefered seeing me in the push-up bra as the training bra was quiete modest. I cried through the whole thing thinking of everything that had just happened and all that could still happen while my dad was working away for the six months. Part 2 - prievew. A week Later Bobby entered my room. "I'll delete the photos if you get yourself in trouble!" I looked at him shocked and terrified. "What if i don’t?" I asked knowing the answer. "Then loads of our year gets to see you in “my first bra” and princess Panties" Bobby says grinning. I was shaking but knew I had no real choice. "Oh and i get to choose the underwear you wear!" I was shaking, after the incident my step mum had threatened me to wear my little step sisters embarrassing underwear again, even to school, but luckily hadnt followed up on it. "Ok" I said. "A thong" he replied grinning. "What!" I said shocked "I don't own any!". "You do now" he says passing me a pack of 5... TBC Part 2 A week Later Bobby entered my room. "I'll delete the photos if you get yourself in trouble this morning!" I looked at him shocked and terrified. "What if i don't?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Then loads of our year get to see you in my your baby bra and princess knickers" I was terrified but knew I had no real choice. "Oh and i get to choose the underwear you wear!" he continued. I was shaking, after the incident my step mum had threatened me to wear my little step sisters embarrassing underwear again and possibly even for school. But luckily I had been on my best behavior and hadn't needed punishing "OK" I said. shaking, I was just starting to think if i kept my head down everything would be OK "A thong" he said grinning. "What?!" I said shocked "I don't even own any!" I said mortified. "You do now" he says passing me a pack of 5 he had bought. I wondered if he had been embarrassed buying them but not half as embarrassed as I would be wearing them and probably getting a spank in them. It was nearly breakfast time and so I quickly showered and got dressed. I almost resisted putting on the revealing underwear but then thought about the earlier incident the week before and thought better of it. If i wore a normal pair he would probably remove them and possibly see more than my bottom this time. I looked through the pack, they where a soft cotton and although would reveal most of my bum cheeks at least it wasn't a G-string. The five thongs were plain in design obviously a cheap nondescript brand. Luckily he had gotten my size correct, I chose a green one for no reason and pulled it on. It was a bit uncomfortable akin to having a wedgie but I was sure to get used to it. My face was already burning with embarrassment and fear chilled me as I thought of my stepmother's wrath. I sat down for breakfast, although I had no appetite. There was my step mom making us all breakfast. My step sister Julie was also there, she was ten and a right little shit. She had been away for my show last week and so was disappointed in not experiencing my shame. She had teased me all week especially for wearing her undies. At the table there also was Kaylee, My little sister by blood, she was a couple of years younger than me in between me and Julie in age. She was a quiet shy little girl and I knew I was the only thing that could try and protect her from Bobby and my evil step mother. I see Bobby grinning at me and he makes the a silent suggestion and I know he means me to get myself in trouble. I had hoped for more time but at least it was getting it out of the way. I racked my brain for something to do to get in trouble, usually it was so easy, it happened by accident. In the end I Knocked my bowl of the table. everything went silent as it shattered on the tiled floor spilling milk and cereal across the room. My step mum span around and found me looking white faced. "You stupid clumsy girl! Get this messed cleaned up right now!" I lowered my eyes from my scalding and knew it wouldn't be enough, she was strict but wouldn't punish me for an accident. I had to force the words past my lips. "God! It was an accident! Chill" my voice nearly broke from fear of my words, I could see the rage in my Stepmother's eyes and her face had gone red with fury. "Back talk from you! I had hoped you had learned your lesson but no it seems you need to be punished again" She steps over to me and I can't keep up the defiant act, right then I don't care who see's "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I cry "It was an accident!" But it's no good I've pissed her off with one of her pet peeves of children talking back to parents and there was no saving me. Bobby had a creepy look of excitement about him while Julie was grinning like Cheshire cat. My sister however, my real sister was mortified, the sweet girl was nearly crying for me. I steel myself to a hard fact, at least it's happening to me and not her. If I wasn't around he would have probably have targeted her, and i know she wouldn't have fared even as well as me. "Come on kids I want to you to watch this and let it be a lesson to you all" I know the real reason is that she wants to embarrass me as much as possible. I know she thinks it will improve my behavior and it probably would if I actually had a behavioral problem. I had however planned ahead, I hoped that I could avoid the worst of the embarrassment by wearing skirt meaning she wouldn't necessarily have to pull my bottoms down and secondly I had worn a long T-shirt and so hoped that if I had to stand on a stool again I could be somewhat covered even in this terrible thong. She dragged me to the oh too familiar chair. I was terrified, I felt like a little girl again. She easily overpowered me as like my sister we where both small and skinny for our respected ages. For my sister this meant that our step sister was nearly the same size as her and was a much more dominant personality. I was dragged over the chair arm and I could hear clearly the laughter of Julie. The addition of the extra audience increased my embarrassment and suddenly my heart stopped as I realized I was only seconds away from everyone seeing my thong clad bottom. "Please I'll be good!" I begged but It was no use. Luckily she did decide to lift my skirt, I felt the soft fabric slide up the top of my legs exposing my bottom. "She hasn't got any knicker on!" laughed Julie excitedly but my Stepmother soon confirmed as it was pulled all the way up my back that in fact I did have something on, a bright green thong exposing in my bent over position my pale bottom to the room. I was crying now, a blush spreading all over my face. "I keep telling you to stop dressing like a slut!" My stepmother shouts "well i'll teach you for exposing your bottom, you'll be begging for some of the little girl panties when i'm done with you." I can't believe what is happening, I'm mooning the whole room. Both my step siblings are loving what i'm going through for different reasons. I realized that Bobby is getting a far longer and sustained view of my bare bottom that last week and now the spanking starts. It's obvious mu stepmother is trying to teach me a lesson. The whacks intensify and suddenly my white cheeks are tanned red, I scream and cry but this time she carries on longer. She then grabs the brush and i'm ready for the question she always asks me. However this time i'd much rather have them on the bare as i'm hardly covered anyway. She doesn't give me a choice though and my already tender bottom is subjected to the pain of the wooden paddle-like back of the brush. I suddenly didn't care about my bum been on show all there was, was the pain. I wouldn't be able to sit right that day or sleep well that night. Finally she let up I could tell from her breathing that she had gone a little overboard. I instantly pulled my skirt back down and cover my bottom. I try and wipe my tears away but it's no good i'm still crying like a baby. My stepmother fetches the stool of shame that she had left out to remind me of last weeks incident. She looked down on me covered still by my skirt and long T-shirt. She made me stand on the stool with my hands up in the air. I knew what was coming and could hear Julie asking Bobby "Is mam, gona strip her now?" I saw his grin as he silently nodded. My skirt was the first to go being pulled down my legs without resistance. I looked down and my heart got a bit of joy as even with my arms up in the air my bottom was only slightly on view. My step-mum stepped around me examining her handy work. "Right then you've got to stay like this for an hour" she says and despite everything I stop crying, my shame wasn't as terrible as it could have been. I was facing Bobby and my sisters, I could see the disappointment their faces. However my almost smile vanished as all of a sudden I felt a tug at my shirt. "Almost forgot this" says my stepmother with a wicked delight in her voice. With my arms up in the air my shirt was quickly pulled upwards. I saw Bobby's eyes flash down to my exposed crotch and saw his terrible grin and it passed past my bra. My view of him was hidden for a moment as it passed over my head, my last refuge of coverage had been stripped from me leaving me standing in the exposed thong and modest floral print bra. This day however my stepmother never left the room so i couldn't be harassed more by Bobby or Julie. Although there was lots of staring and laughter from them It could have been a lot worse. I also knew that Bobby kept secretly taking pictures of me with his phone, suddenly it hit me, I know he might delete the old ones but now he'll have a lovely collection to blackmail me with. with that thought going through my head tears start to flow freely again, I feel so ashamed standing their unable to cover my underwear while my step family laugh at me. Part 3 - preview It's weeks after the incident and my stepmother thinks my punishment worked. However Bobby with a handy pile of blackmail approaches me with an offer ether break a window or serve him and his friends drinks in just my thong and push-up bra after school tomorrow. Part 3 It was weeks after the second humiliating incident and my stepmother thought things had worked. However Bobby with a handy pile of blackmail approaches me with an offer ether break a window or serve him and his friends drinks in just my thong and push-up bra after school tomorrow. He leaves me with the choice and i'm terrified of ether option. In the end however I just can't bring myself to let more than just Bobby see my in my underwear never mind my skimpy embarrassing ones. My heart was racing, I knew I had no choice. I dreaded the spanking but maybe it wouldn't be too bad if I made it look like an accident. It was a Sunday morning and my Stepmother was out shopping. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Bobby had agreed to delete all the photos of me and not take anymore if I did this. I picked up a cricket ball that Bobby had left on the side and felt it's weight. I walked outside and breathing heavily threw it straight through a small window just to the side of the door. The sound and the mess send a chill of fear down my spine. I had done it and now I was going to be in a lot of trouble, I don't know what possessed me to but I ran. It was stupid and I know, I would have to face the punishment eventually but I couldn't help it my feet had a life of their own. I hid out in the park for a few hours before forcing myself to return, terror dragged my feet slowly along towards my fate. As I entered the house my Step mum greeted me frowning, the glass had been cleaned up and suddenly I knew I should have stayed and cleaned it up myself as running will have only made things worse and add to my guilt. My only hope is that she buys that it was an accident. I struggled for word to explain myself when she cuts me off. "We've been waiting for you, get in the living room" She said turning and expecting me to follow, my fear was at at it's peak but suddenly as I entered the room I knew everything was wrong. My sister was white faced and tears already dripped down her eyes. My step mum addressed me before I could ask the question "Your sister has broken a window by her own stupidity of playing with heavy ball near the house, she will now learn" I froze starting at my innocent little sister clinging to the hem of her white sundress for comfort. Why had she covered for me!"No! It was me!" I yell out desperately but my stepmother looks at me annoyed. "She admitted to it and Julie confirmed that is what happened. I know you're only trying to protect your sister but don't you dare lie to me!" shouted my stepmother causing me to step back in fear. "The next time you lie to me you'll be sharing her fate" I looked at my little sister who just shakes her head signalling me not to resist. She had made her decision. This was worse than it happening to me. My sister was led over to the chair which I had come to associate with my humiliation. I felt powerless watching her submit to my stepmother's strength, She looked so little and innocent younger than her actual age. I looked over at Bobby and he was grinning, it might not have been the show he expected but it would be a second girl he would get to see in her panties. Julie was beaming obviously about to enjoy my sisters shame. As she was bent over her dress rode up exposing the first glimpses of her white knickers. I felt sick as I watched as the dress lifted up, I heard my sister let out a cry of embarrassment as all her panty clad bottom came on display. She had pale skin like me and suddenly the whole room had a great view of her white panties with a rainbow trim waistband. I knew the pair and knew they had a smiling cloud and rainbow on the front. Even from this angle I could see her face burning red. She was crying even before the first blow impacted and with each hit I felt her shame, each hit should have been meant for me. I felt like not only had I failed to protect her but I had caused her to suffer. I was crying too by the end unable to take my eyes of my yelping sister. Although she had been given a much milder spanking than I had taken, her being younger and better behaved let her get more or less away with the accident. If it had been me i'm sure i'd have had the brush and probably this time on the bare bottom. The spanking stopped and luckily no brush had been used, Her bottom was probably red underneath her modest knickers but at least our step sibligns hadn't got a view of her naked. Once she was done and let up she ran into my arms burying her head into my chest I felt her tears through my thin top but I didn't care about that I just hugged her tight. I watched silent and unable to help as our step mother retrieved the shame stool and placed it in the center of the room. My sister almost had to be prised out of my arms and made to stand on the stool. I was terrified that her dress was going to be removed as it covered her knickers, I knew if my sister had been seen in her little bra it would have devastated her. Instead she was made to hold her dress up around her stomach and stay like that for half an hour. I think for my sister this was worse than the spanking. She stood facing us having to hold her own skirt up showing the front of her panties to the room. She was made to hold her dress up enough to reveal her pale stomach. The whole event I wanted to jump up and save her but i know any interference on my behalf would only lead to me being punished and possibly my sister getting worse too. Once our step mother left the room the real taunting started. I watched as the pair encircled my sister getting a full view of her panties and pale skinny legs. I wanted to stop them but knew it would only mean worse for us. Julie even had the shame to pull my sisters knickers out at the back to get a look at her red bottom. "aww not as red as your sister was" she laughed letting them ping back into place. MY sister was beat red and crying from the embarrassment of a boy seeing her in her knickers. Luckily however shortly after our step mother reentered so Bobby couldn't do his usual trick of getting a look at her bare bottom like he had done to me the first time.Our mother re-entering ended the extra ordeal for her. That night my sister stayed in my room and shared my bed, tearfully she told me that she knew about the blackmail and lies and wouldn't let me go through it again as she overhead them talking about lying to say I did it on purpose. They thought if I got into trouble for something big like that again I might end up naked. Totally naked! She cries herself to sleep in my arms reliving the humiliation she had just faced I allow myself the same weakness once I know she's sleeping. I won't let them blackmail us again and there is no way i'm letting my sister go through something like that again. Part 4 - preview The very next weekend Bobby is having a sleepover party, I know he wants to get me in trouble, the possibility of other boys seeing me in my underwear fills me with dread. However this time i'm not prepared to fall for his blackmailed and I plan to stay under my step mother's watchful gaze all night so he can't lie about something he's done. However what I hadn't counted on was my step sisters evil plan... Part 4 It was the day before Bobby's sleepover when he came into my bedroom with his latest demand. "Steve and Danny are coming to sleep over tomorrow night and you're going to get into trouble with mum again" he informed me. This time I stood my ground. "No way, Not again. Not with those two around." Steve was the arrogant son of a rich father who looked down on our family, though Bobby was too stupid to see it. Steve went to a private school now but was always home for weekends. Danny was just a creep from my own class at school who was forever trying to look up my skirt. "But you have to" Bobby reminded me, repeating his threat of a few weeks ago. "Or I'll send these lovely photos I have of you to everyone in our year !" He waved his phone at me and I glimpsed one of the mortifying photos of me in the training bra and princess panties. But I had been giving this some thought in the intervening period and had my counter argument ready for him. "You and Julie might be ruling the roost now but dad won't be away working for ever. If you send those photos to everyone you lose control of them and they are still going to be around" I said. "Yeah" he laughed. "Think of all those kids seeing you in your bra and knickers" "Oh I am, believe me" I admitted. "But what if, when dad comes home, I tell him what you've done ? And he goes around to some of the other parents and makes their kids admit they have the photos ? Who's in trouble then ? Even your mum, or our mum as I know I have to call her, won't be able to shrug off that evidence. Then who's the one in a real heap of trouble ?" My heart was thumping. Had I pulled it off ? I could see Bobby's face lose its confidence and air of invulnerability. "So, no. I am not going to get into trouble tomorrow night. I am going to be on my best behaviour and I am going to stick like glue to our mother so she sees what a good little girl I am !" Bobby turned away defeated. "You'll be sorry" he made a vague threat but I could see he had no plan to back it up since his latest blackmail attempt had failed. "Not as sorry as you would be" I called after him in triumph. Unfortunately, what I did not know then was that my evil little step sister had been listening at the door all the time and she was not one to admit defeat as easily as her spineless brother. The following evening we were all sitting around in the living room. It was the boys sleepover and so they had been allowed to commandeer the TV for some shoot 'em up game. Julie had her annoying friend Laura over. She was too young to have a sleepover but had been allowed to have her friend visit for a few hours. My sister was keeping a low profile doing her homework at the table and I was browsing my phone and keeping as close to my stepmother as I could so that I would not be accused of anything. My reverie was broken when my stepmother nudged my shoulder. "Your sister was asking you something" she said. I looked up to see that the sister in question was step sister Julie. "I was asking if you wanted to come to the kitchen and play with me and Laura and her Barbie dolls." I looked at her incredulously. What would 14 year old me want to play with dolls for ? And I didn't recall ever having seen ten year old Julie with any doll before either. "Er, no, I don't think so thanks all the same" I said, as politely as I could. Julie pulled an exaggeratedly disappointed face. "Go on" urged my stepmother. "You never make any effort to bond with your step sister. We're all one family now you know. You must have worn out the screen on that phone by now." Reluctantly I agreed, which was also greeted by an excess display of enthusiasm from Julie. I didn't really have any intention pf playing with the two younger girls and their dolls and so had taken my phone with me to the kitchen. I should have been suspicious when the previously enthusiastic Julie made no effort to involve me in any game while I skimmed the phone but my calm was shattered by an ear piercing scream ! I had hardly had time to put down my phone and stand up to try and ascertain what was going on when my stepmother burst into the room. "What on earth is it ?" she demanded. Julie pointed at me. "She threw Laura's doll into the stove and I burned myself trying to get it out" she lied. I looked aghast at the singed Barbie lying on the floor. The evil little schemer might even have burned the very tip of a finger in scooping it out of the stove, hoping the momentary pain might be worth it. My stomach lurched in fear. The look on my stepmother's face was worse than anything I had ever seen before. "What ? No, I never. She's lying. She did it herself" I cried. "Well Laura ? Did she ?" my stepmother asked. "It was her" Laura answered, sealing my fate. "It was my favourite doll" the friend lied, they had in truth long outgrown dolls and were happy to sacrifice this one. My stepmother's face was a mask of cold fury. "Right, That's it. You've had enough chances but you never learn, you wicked, wicked girl" she said, grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the living room ! Part 5 I was hauled into the living room with the two grinning younger girls tagging along behind. "You wicked, wicked, wicked girl. Whatever am I going to do with you ?" my stepmother stormed. I caught the alarmed look on the face of my sister seated doing her homework. "What's going on ?" asked Bobby innocently, as if he did not know. Julie filled him in. "They're lying, I didn't do anything" I protested. I couldn't help myself, even though I knew that each denial was only making my stepmother more and more angry and Julie and Laura were doing such a persuasive job of keeping up a united front. "Just what do I have to do to get through to you and make you behave ?" my stepmother continued. "But I haven't done anything ?" I answered. "Stop lying, you're only making things worse for yourself" my stepmother warned. "But she wouldn't do anything like that" my sister called across. "You be quiet unless you want to be in trouble too" she was warned. I shook my head at her to indicate she should stay out of it. My stepmother carried on with her tirade. "I've spanked you in private. I've spanked you in front of your brother" Steve and Danny looked at Bobby for confirmation. "I've spanked you in front of both your brother and sister. You've stood on the shame stool in your underwear" Steve and Danny were getting even more interested. "But none of it's had any effect" she lamented. "But I didn't do anything" I could not help myself saying one more time. "Right, that is it. You are about to get the spanking of your life young lady !" With that she began to sit down and drag me face down across her lap. "No, not with all these here. Make them leave, it's not fair" I wailed. My stepmother was not to be moved. "Oh yes, with all these here. Maybe the shame of that might finally have some effect. We can only hope so for all our sakes." I turned my head to see Bobby taking out his phone. "No Bobby, no pictures. Put that phone out in the hall." His mother had also noticed and felt that a step too far, not knowing about the photos he already possessed. "But mum" Bobby whined. "No buts, put it in the hall" she ordered. Bobby got up and rushed back as soon as he could so as not to miss anything. His mother had waited for him. I guess I was thankful for small mercies but did not yet know that Steve was being much more circumspect and with his super smart phone resting discretely on the arm of his chair, was not just taking photos but video recording the whole event ! Once the assembled audience was attentively settled, my stepmother flipped up the bottom of my skirt. I was still wearing my school uniform and my underwear was plain white and sensible. I had not succumbed to any blackmail from Bobby and so was not wearing the hated thong. Julie and Bobby, who had witnessed these events before, were a little disappointed by the conservative knickers. But the reveal was exciting enough for Steve and Danny and embarrassing enough for me. Embarrassment was the least of my worries though once my stepmother began spanking ! I had endured spankings from her before but as she had threatened, her temper had been raised to another level. I was soon wailing and kicking my legs. "Keep still" she commanded. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, my sister getting up and running from the room crying. She did not want to witness any more of the proceedings. The three boys were all seated on the sofa to my right, while my evil nemesis Julie and her friend were sitting directly behind me. After what seemed like an age, my stepmother paused, breathing heavily from the exertion. I waited for the now routine choice. "Do you think you have had enough young lady ?" she asked rhetorically. "Yes" I whined. "I'll be good." Of course, the decision was reached that I had not suffered enough. "What's it to be ? With the hair brush, on the bare, or twenty-five extra at the end ?" This last was a new innovation and met with a gasp from the audience. The choice was between the devil and the deep blue sea but as usual, I opted for the hair brush and gritted my teeth. It was then, however, that my stepmother sprang her bombshell. "I see. You would prefer the hand brush would you ? But that hasn't worked in the past has it young lady ? So, instead of the choice you would prefer, you are getting both choices that you did not want. Twenty-five extra and on the bare !" "Nooooo" I cried in desperation. "We're going to see her bare bottom" I heard Julie squeal delightedly behind me. "Cool" said Danny, the creep from my class. With no further ado, I felt the fingers of my step mother at the waistband of my knickers and then felt the air on my bum as they descended to my knees. I just had time to register the giggling from the two girls behind me before the pain began again. I desperately tried to keep my legs clamped together and to stop kicking, in case I kicked my own knickers off completely. "OK girls" said my stepmother addressing Julie and Laura. "I want you to begin counting off the twenty-five extra spanks. We'll begin now !" The laughing girls started intoning. "One, two, three.......nine, ten, eleven...eight, nine, ten" amid much giggling. "They're messing about, they're miscounting" I managed to cry through the pain. "What ? What was that ? I can't hear properly" my stepmother laughed, seemingly enjoying the joke with her natural daughter. "Eighteen, nineteen...fifteen, sixteen" Finally, after goodness knows how many, "Twenty-four, twenty-five !" Even my stepmother seemed to have had enough by now. She rested her hand on my flaming bottom. "I sincerely hope that at long last you have learned your lesson this time my girl" she said. "Yes, yes, I have, I'll be good" I sobbed, swallowing the bitter pill of the injustice that I had not done anything to apologise for. Surprisingly, she helped me pull my knickers very gingerly up over my throbbing backside. "I think that we had better make sure though. After all, we've been here before" she continued. "Julie, will you get the shame stool please ?" Part 6 "Oh no, not in front of the boys and Julie please. I will be good, I will" I pleaded but my stepmother was implacable. "But she ruined my dolly" interrupted Laura. Thanks a lot kid, I thought ! "She did indeed" agreed my stepmother. "She really is a very bad girl and I want this to be a lesson that will surely make her think twice in future." Julie skipped back into the room carrying the chair which she deposited in front of the sofa. Steve and Danny did not know exactly what to expect but thought it would probably be something interesting. Laura had already been filled in by Julie. "Up on the stool. Face the boys" my stepmother commanded. Bobby looked like the cat that had got the cream. "No please, not now, later" I tried. "I swear I'll be good." My stepmother talked over me, ignoring my pleas. "She has an hour of shame time boys and has to stand here with her hands on her head and not move" she explained. "Cool" said Danny. "Please no, not in front of them." Steve and Danny still weren't quite sure why I was making such a fuss. "Oh, and did I mention ? Because this is the umpteenth time I've had to punish her, she will stand there in her underwear !" my stepmother further explained, reaching for the zip of my skirt which was soon pooling around my ankles. "Mega cool" exclaimed Danny, this was way better than trying to get a glimpse up my skirt in class. The full unclad length of my pale thin legs, which he had already seen during the spanking, were once again exposed to his gaze. And he would have a whole hour to take it in ! Needless, to say, Steve and my brother Bobby were entertaining similar thoughts. This was more of a childish prank for Julie and Laura but they were revelling in the humiliation of the snobby older step sister. My stepmother moved around in front of me and began to unfasten the buttons of my blouse. I made one final futile effort. "No, please, let me keep this." The tail of the blouse was temporarily providing some cover for my knickers. But my stepmother studiously ignored me and when all of the buttons were undone, deftly slipped the garment off of my shoulders. My knickers were now fully exposed along with my modest floral bra, since I was no longer allowed my old set of falsies. It was hardly the sexiest set of underwear known to man, truth be told a little childish. But it was a girl their own age, from their own class in the case of a Danny and my step brother. This was more than enough for them. "Hands on your head" my stepmother commanded. "Now stay there, don't move and don't say a word." I was relieved to see her sit back down in the chair that had been the scene of my painful spanking. The throb in my backside was slowly beginning to abate and at least she had not left the room and left me in the clutches of my evil step siblings and their friends. I knew that I was blushing furiously but I desperately tried to keep looking straight ahead and avoid eye contact with the boys and desperately tried to shut out the giggles and teasing emanating from Julie and Laura. I succeeded for a few minutes but then heard my stepmother's phone chirp. "I've got to take this work call" she said standing up. "But I'll be right outside. Don't you dare move" she said to me. I was terrified that Bobby would start to behave as he had done when left alone with me in these circumstances once before but maybe the presence of his friends was an inhibitor rather than an encouragement. Whatever it was, the three boys remained seated grinning at me. Unexpectedly it was Laura who ran up behind me, pulled out the back of the waistband of my knickers and let it slap back just above my sensitive bottom. "Ow" I cried. Laura scampered back to her seat and the boys laughed. "Nice knickers" said Danny. "Wait until I tell the others in class that I've seen them" he laughed. "Yeah ? Well, I'll just deny it" I responded. "You've no proof" I carried on, confident that Bobby had been made to deposit his phone outside the room. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that" said Steve slyly. It was then I noticed his smart phone propped on the armrest and pointed at me ! Before I could challenge him on it, my stepmother returned to the room. Something at work had clearly put her in an even worse frame of mind. "I don't believe how some people can be so incompetent. Anyway, has she been good ?" she asked the assembled crowd. "Not really" answered Julie. "What ? I have. I haven't moved" I said. My stepmother's face was already darkening. "She swore" continued the evil Julie. "Called you a bitch" she continued. "Said she'd get her revenge when her dad comes home" added Laura, who had been prompted by Julie knowing that this would press my stepmother's buttons ! "No, they're lying again. They're always lying" I called in desperation. My stepmother approached me with a look of cold fury. "And there was I thinking that you just might have finally got it this time" she began. She leaned in close to me. "Shall we start the spanking all over again ?" she asked. "I fought back tears but did not reply. "Well ? Should we ?" she demanded angrily. "No, please no. My poor bottom could not take it tonight" I cried. "Very well" continued my stepmother, moving behind me. "In that case, the alternative is that you complete your shame time stark naked !" And before I knew it she had unclasped the back of my bra and pulled it off me completely. "I can see her boobies" cried Julie in delight. Before I could react the boys had also had an eyeful of my little nubs with their round pink nipples. I began to hyperventilate as belatedly I pulled up my arms to cover my chest. But my stepmother hadn't been bluffing when she had said I would be stark naked. While I was preoccupied with covering my boobs, she grabbed my knickers and whisked them down to my ankles ! I could not believe what had happened so quickly. Bobby, Danny and Steve were staring at me naked. Staring at my few thin little wisps of brown pubic hair. A boy from my own class was seeing me like this ! My mind was in a whirl. Julie and Laura were prancing around me and chanting childishly, "Step sister's all naked, step sister's all naked !" "Shush girls" said my stepmother indulgently. "And what do you think you're doing now ?" she asked me as I stood there huddled awkwardly, not knowing what part of me to try to hide. "What ?" I answered dumbly. "You know the score. Shame time means you stand up there with your hands on your head." I looked at her for any sign of mercy but received none. Totally defeated, I complied. Bobby surveyed me with a look of total triumph. I would say that it was my worst nightmare but my mind had been incapable of ever dreaming up a nightmare as bad as this. My stepmother announced that I had forty minutes remaining of my shame time. It was the tiniest of respites, I had feared she might begin all over again. She remained in the room so the others could not be too outrageous but Steve would occasionally gesture at his phone with a grin and on a couple of occasions the boys took the opportunity to get up and inspect my red bottom from behind. The two evil girls were worse with continual giggling and silly songs. But the very worst was when my poor sister popped her head around the door of the room, took one look at me standing there naked, burst into tears and rushed back upstairs. At long last, the time elapsed. I had to stand there and endure one final lecture from my stepmother about learning my lesson, before I was allowed to step down from the stool. I did not bother getting dressed again but scooped up my clothes and ran from the room, ran straight upstairs to comfort my poor sister.

Bella discovers that being a girl has some great benefits. by Vanessa Evans Part 04 Ken sent her to her room to have a good nights sleep before a bright and early start the next day working alongside Mika. Just as Bella was cleaning her teeth Mika walked in. “Not much point in shutting doors up here Bella, it isn’t as if we have anything to hide and Ken can come and rape me anytime that he wants. So tell me all about yourself Bella.” The 2 naked girls sat on Bella’s bed and told each other a potted version of their life stories. Mika was and wasn’t surprised that Bella was only 13, telling her that she looked it but that she shouldn’t really be working until she was 18, Mika being 19. Mika told her that some of the clients preferred the company of young teenage girls and that she had pretended to be 13 a few times. Mika told Bella a bit about the job, specifically how the men would touch her up and sometimes take her back to their room to fuck her. Mika told Bella about one man who tied her up and fucked her all night. Apparently Mika was in his room for 20 hours and Ken was starting to organise a search party when he let her go and she was found walking down a corridor in a bit of a state. The man had taken a viagra and hadn’t stopped fucking her in all 3 holes for 20 hours solid. Mika told Bella that it took 3 days for her pussy, butt and jaw to stop aching. Mika also bragged about the number of orgasm that the man gave her. She said that she lost count but guessed that it was over 20. She also told Bella that her night of pain and pleasure had got her a £1,000 tip. Bella couldn’t compete with that but she secretly hoped that one day in the next 6 weeks she’d get the opportunity. Bella asked about the tips, how they got them and what the girls did with them. “Have you got a bank account Bella?” “No.” “Tell Ken, he’ll organise one for you, he did for me. The customers pay the tips to the hotel and Ken then transfers them to the girl’s bank account. The only way that I know what I’ve got is by using the bank’s app on my phone. Mika told Bella that they had to be down at the swimming pool at 7 a.m. as a handful of customers often went for a swim and one of the clients, who was there at the moment, likes teaching his naked daughter how to swim. “I can swim already.” Bella replied. “Don’t tell him that, he likes to hold you up in the water and tell you how to swim, and guess how he holds you up?” “Nice, I’ve never had my hole opened up under water, will it fill up?” “I’ve never noticed that. Then at 8 o’clock we have to be at the start of the golf course to caddy for anyone who wanted to play golf. Sometimes a guy likes to stick a club in your pussy, handle end that is, then take it out and use it to hit the ball. When that’s happened to me they told me that it would give them good luck.” Bella imagined that walking naked around a little golf course would be just as exciting as walking through the woods with Mike ad Tom. Bella got her phone out and set an alarm for 6:15 to give her enough time for her bathroom routine including an all below the neck shave. “So what EXACTLY is the job of a PSA Mika.” “It’s easy and fun, all you have to do is hang around near the clients and when they want something you get it for them or give it to them.” “And I assume that the giving part is a grope or a blowjob or a fuck, right?” “Right, I’ve even had a couple of guys fucking me in the lounge with others watching.” “That sounds fun.” “It certainly was.” “Don’t you get bored at times?” “Sometimes, but if none of the guests want you you can always go for a swim or a pedal in the gym. The men leave the saddle way too high for me and I sometimes get off sliding from one side to the other.” “Never thought of that, I’ve tried leaning forward so that my clit presses on the saddle, that was fun but it didn’t make me cum.” “Try the bike with the seat too high Bella. Anyway, I’m off to bed, Leave your door open then I’ll be able to hear you getting yourself off before you go to sleep.” “How did you know that?” “Cos that’s what I’m going to do.” They did hear each other’s moans and gasps before everything went silent, both of them being asleep. ****** At 06:45 the next morning Bella could hear Mika singing in her shower. Bella knew the song and joined in. Ten minutes later the 2 naked girls were walking down the stairs to swimming pool. There was only one middle-aged man in the pool swimming the short lengths. Another came in 2 minutes later and Mike went up to him and said, “Good morning sir, is there anything that I can help you with?” The man was looking at Bella as he replied, “Yes Mika there is, who is your friend?” “Mika waved Bella over and she waked over she tweaked both her nipples then stood in front of the man, feet about shoulder width apart, and hands by her side. Just the presence of the man so close to her had made Bella’s nipples go hard and her pussy tingle a bit. “Mr. Green, this is Bella, she started working here yesterday.” “Delighted to meet you Bella, how old are you?” “Thirteen sir.” Bella replied. “Well Bella you are too young to be here like that but I’m not going to tell anyone. Join me for a coffee in 15 minutes and then you can tell me all about yourself.” “Yes sir.” Bella replied as the man withdrew the hand that had squeezed Bell’s right tit then moved down to her pussy and discovered that Bella was already quite wet. The man left them, dropped his robe and dove into the pool. “I don’t think that you need any help from me Bella, feel free to go anywhere that you want. If you need any help or advice just come and find me. I won’t be far away, probably.” “So do I just hang around here waiting for him?” “Yes, you could diddle your clit as you stand there if it helps.” And that’s what Bella did. Not furiously, but gently, as she watched the man swim up and down the pool. He wasn’t naked but Bella tried to think what his cock looked like and if he would put it inside her. Fifteen minutes later, the man climbed out of the pool and walked over to Bella who had picked up his robe and was holding it for him. “Come on young Bella, we’re going to the lounge.” Bella followed the man into the lounge and when he sat on a big arm chair and patted his thigh she went and sat on his lap. “Tell me about yourself Bella.” Bella started telling him about her home and school, and didn’t object when one on his hands went to her thigh and started to slide up it, Bella automatically spreading her knees to give him access to her pussy that was aching for some attention. Just as his hand touched her pussy Bella flinched and looked up to see Lucy stood there. All she was wearing was the very small, black skirt that she had been wearing the day before. “May I get you anything sir?” Lucy asked. “Two coffee’s please Lucy.” The man replied as he slid a finger between Bella’s pussy lips causing her to let out a little moan. “Yes sir.” Lucy said, turned and walked away. “Keep talking Bella.” As Bella talked the man’s finger was sliding backwards and forwards making it more and more difficult for Bella to concentrate on what she was saying. Just as Bella saw Lucy returning with the coffees, her climax arrived. If she had been able to look up to Lucy’’s face she would have seen a slight smile, Lucy having been in that position before. As Bella returned to normal she saw Lucy walking away, swaying her butt from side to side causing her skirt to bounce up revealing the bottom part of her butt cheeks. The man motioned to Bella to go and sit on the chair opposite so she did, sitting with her knees open, correctly assuming that the man wanted to see her pussy, and she definitely wanted to show it to him. Bella was surprised by the taste of the coffee as she was used to the cheap, instant stuff that her mother bought from the supermarket, and the expression on her face told the man that that was the case. As Bella kept talking she realised that she was telling him about how she’d raised the money to buy herself a laptop and phone. The man’s response was to tell her that by the time she went home she would have enough money to bu herself a half a dozen laptops and a new wardrobe. When the man had finished his coffee he got to his feet and said, “Right young Bella, I’m off to get ready for a game of golf, you stay there and finish your coffee.” When he was gone Lucy came back over, sat where the man had been and said, “Survived your first encounter with a guest, well done Bella. And he made you cum, but don’t expect that every time, some of them just want to talk. You don’t always have to tell them the truth Bella, some girls make up a different story for every guest.” “I always tell the truth.” Bella replied. “That’s an admirable quality Bella but sometimes it’s beneficial to tell the guests what they want to hear to keep them happy, and after all, that’s what we are here for.” “Hmm, I sort of understand that, I’ll have to create a Bella from an alternative dimension.” “Keep it simple Bella, if you don’t you’ll trip yourself up occasionally.” “Do you like this coffee Lucy?” “It’s an acquired taste Bella. Stick with it because that’s all that we use here.” “Is it usual for the guests to want us girls to sit on their laps, not that I’m complaining?” “He probably thought that he was comforting his little daughter, but yes, especially you PSAs. The guests try to get us non PSAs to do it as well and most of us do it, it all helps with the tips, especially if we cum while we’re sat there like you did.” “I guess that I should go looking to see if I can find another guest to make me cum.” Bella said as she stood up. “Go get them girl.” Lucy said as she too stood to get on with her job. Bella decided to go to the little gym to see if there were any guests there. One man was lifting weights and didn’t look like he wanted to be disturbed so Bella decided to return to the lounge area. As she walked in she saw Mika standing talking to Lucy. When Mika saw her she finished talking to Lucy then turned and grabbed Bella’s arm. “Breakfast time Bella.” Mika said and led her to a small room next to the kitchen. A man in a chef’s outfit was putting some food on a table and Mika said, “Hey Lewis.” “Oh hi Mika, well, what do we have here? Another lamb to the slaughter?” “Lewis this is Bella, our new PSA.” Bella smiled as Lewis said, “Welcome to the den of salacious women Bella, I hope that you expected a sex filled existence when you agreed to work here?” “Actually, I thought that I’d be cleaning rooms.” Bella replied. “Well I’m sure that you’ll be doing a bit of that,” Lewis continued, “but you’ll be doing more of leaving your bodily fluids on the sheets.” “Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. Oh well, just so long as I don’t have to wash them by hand.” Mika handed Bella a plate and they went and helped themselves to the breakfast food that hadn’t been asked for by the guests, then they went and sat at the table to eat. “So do the staff fuck each other?” Bella asked as they ate. “Bloody hell Bella,” Mika replied, “you’ve only been here 5 minutes and you’re wanting to know who you can fuck.” “I was just wondering, that Lewis is quite cute.” “Yes he is, and he’s a good fuck as well.” “So you’ve ….” “Yes Bella, but you should concentrate on the guests first.” “Oh I will, I was just wondering.” As they left Mika said, “Up to our rooms to clean our teeth, the guests don’t want to be smelling stale whatever we’ve just eaten.” “I never thought of that.” Bella replied. With sparkling teeth the 2 girls split up after Mika told Bella to just wander around and when she saw a guest ask them if there was anything that they wanted, “And be polite Bella, even if the tell you to fuck off.” Mika added before they went their separate ways. Bella quickly discovered that middle-aged business men like the company of a submissive, naked young girl and they also like to caress their bodies and get them to tell them all sort of stuff that may or may not be true. During that morning Bella had 4 different men’s hands all over her body, sat on 3 of their knees and told 3 of them a potted version of her life story. She also varied that version dependant upon the reaction of the man who was listening to the story. If he smiled or commented on one little bit of what she said she’d been doing, she’d embellish a similar event that may or may not have actually happened. In other words, she started to tell them what she thought that they wanted to hear, not what had actually happened. During the afternoon, one reasonably, for his age, cute man took her to his room and had sex with her. She’d enjoyed it as much as he had and he’d complimented her on her energy and enthusiasm. She was, and wasn’t pleased that he’d used a condom, she’d liked the feeling when Mike and Tom had fucked her without a condom but she understood the need to use them with men who she had no idea about their background. She also liked the feeling of Tom and Mikes cum leaking out of her and creeping down her inner thighs. As she left the man’s room she thought about that but also realised that it was probably not a good idea to have cum creeping down the thighs when she was with her next guest. She went up to her room and had a shower before wandering round looking for her next conquest. When Mika found Bella to tell her that they were going to get some food, she told her that she could take a couple of hours off and do whatever she wanted. Bella decided to go to the ‘leisure centre’ for a swim and maybe try out the other facilities. She’s never been to a sauna, steam room or a jacuzzi and was curious about them. When she got to the pool there was a man swimming but when he saw her he stopped and told her that she could get in because he was leaving. Bella was soon experiencing nude swimming for the first time and was liking the feeling on her pussy and nipples. After she’s been swimming for a while she decided to see what it would be like in the jacuzzi so she got out of the pool and into the jacuzzi. At first she was shocked by the temperature of the water but she soon got used to it, and the bubbles. She found it soo relaxing and she soon found a place where she could spread her legs and get bubbled going up passed her pussy. Bella was convinced that if she stayed there it wouldn’t be long before she had an orgasm. She put her head back on the side and closed her eyes. She was just getting to the point of no return when she felt hands on her ankles. Jumping back and up she opened her eyes to see man looking down on her. “Sorry luv, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just wanted to get in in a place where I could watch you pleasuring yourself.” “No, sorry, I shouldn’t be here, I’ll get out and go.” “No you won’t, I’ve been told that the naked girls are here to make good company for the guests.” “That’s right sir, so do you want me to stay?” “Yes, I’m going to get in and you are going to go back to doing what you were doing.” “I was just about to ….” “To cum, yes I saw that, please resume what you were doing, and maybe I can help you a little.” “That would be nice.” The man got in and Bella spread her legs either side of the man and found the powerful bubbles again. Then the man’s hands found her legs again and started sliding up and down. That was even better for Bella and it didn’t take long for her to get back to where she was and go over the cliff. The man’s hands were still sliding up and down her legs when she got control back and opened her eyes. “Would you like to do that again my dear?” The man asked. Bella nodded her head then moved her pussy back into the strong bubbles. This time however, the man’s hands didn’t stop when they reached her upper thighs, they kept going and one of the man’s thumbs went into her vagina and the other rubbed her clit. Then the hands slid down to her calves before going back up again to her clit and vagina. They were teasing her pussy and she liked it. It didn’t take long for Bella to cum again then, when she had regained her composure she realised that she was hot, very hot. “I’ve got to get out.” Bella said, “too hot.” Letting go of Bella’s legs the man replied, “Sit up on the edge with just your feet in the water.” Bella did pull herself up and she sat on the edge and quickly realised that the man’s head was near enough level to her pussy. As she looked at him she saw where his eyes were looking and she spread her legs and leant back on her arms to let him get a good look at her spread pussy. “Wow, …… Bella,” he said looking at her blue wrist band, you look a lot younger out of the water than in, just how old are you? “Thirteen sir.” “And you’re working here, summer holidays job is it?” “Yes sir.” “Well for a 13 year old you have a very nice body Bella, curves in all the right places, nice tight stomach and beautiful little breasts with really nice nipples and areolas. You’re going to be a very beautiful young woman in a few years time, and with what you’ll learn here you’re going to be able to get whatever you want out of this world.” Bella thought about telling him about how she’d got to be able to buy a laptop and phone but she stayed quiet. Then she thought about the tips that she would be earning whilst she was there and said, “Can I help you with anything sir, maybe some relief for the pressure in your shorts?” “Why thank you Bella, let’s swap positions.” The man pulled his shorts down and sat on the side whilst Bella slid back into the bubbles and practiced her deep throating. Stomach now with something to process, Bella went back to sitting on the side and the man slid into the bubbles and pulled up his shorts. They talked for a while, him giving Bella a tips on how to persuade men to do whatever she wanted, then he got up and left. Bella then went and tried the sauna, “Wow, I won’t be staying in here for long.” Bella thought as she opened the door and stepped in. There was no one else there and she didn’t stay long. Then she tried the steam room. That was a different kind of hot and she had visions of her in a public stream room getting fucked and, because of the steam, not being seen by any of the other people in there. Again the heat got too much for her quite quickly and she left. She dipped a foot in the small pool between the sauna and steam room and quickly changed her mind about jumping in. “What idiot would want to go in there? It would freeze my tits off.” Bella thought as she decided to have a normal shower, making use of the bottle of shampoo that was there, then when she got out, one of the big fluffy towels. She was feeling clean and happy as she started wandering around looking for her next experience. ****** Over the next 6 weeks Bella had dozens of new ‘experiences’ and she learnt quite a lot and had more fun than probably any other 13 year old girl in the whole country. Some of the other highlights of her work experience included one afternoon a few days after she got there, Bella got taken to a guests room and was there for nearly 4 hours. As they walked there the man asked Bella what positions she’d had sex. Of course, Bella’s experiences were quite limited and when she confessed that, the man told her that he was going to educate her. Bella watched the man take a little, blue, diamond shaped pill and asked him if it was some kind of illegal drug. “Hell no, it’s just something to make sure that I can give you a good time.” Bella’s knowledge increased quite a lot that afternoon and by the time that she left her pussy was a bit sore having been stretched and pushed in every imaginable direction. But she was happy. As Bella was walking down the stairs she bumped into Ken who asked her if she was okay. “Yes thank you.” “You look a little worn out Bella, have you just been with Mr. Green?” “Yes, why?” “The last time that Mika went to his room she was so sore that she had to go to bed early. Bella, go and have a shower then go and relax in the jacuzzi for a while.” Bella took Ken’s advice and when she got into the jacuzzi she searched for, and found, the powerful bubbles that had pleasured her the last time that. She found that they were quite soothing for her aching pussy. One time when another man was giving her some advice about her sex life, he said, “Bella, I’ve heard that one of the other guests taught you a few different positions that you can fuck but do you know how to milk a penis?” “No sir, I don’t understand.” “Well you know when a man cums inside you and you want to feel every last drop of his semen inside you.” “Yes sir.” “Well the next time that a man cums inside you and you think that you’ve got everything, squeeze your pussy muscles and keep them that way as his penis comes out of you. Then relax and take it all the way back inside you. Squeeze your muscles and repeat the exercise. Obviously it works better if you are on top.” “Thank you sir, I’ll try that. Err could I try it on you please?” Bella followed, from the front, up to the man’s room and she had her first lesson in milking a penis. She also had her first lesson in kegel exercises which the man explained would make her a tight fuck which all men like. Another time Bella went down to the beach to see if any of the guests had gone down there and wanted any company. When she got there she didn’t see any guests but she did see 2 teenage boys walking along the water’s edge. Knowing that they shouldn’t be there, and feeling confident, Bella marched up to them and caught them off-guard by going back into her Tomboy mode when Mike, Tom and her confronted other groups of kids, and she confidently challenged these 3 teenage boys, completely forgetting that she was totally naked. “This is a private beach, you 2 are going to have to leave right now. Come on, turn around and leave the way you got here.” After a few seconds of silence as all 3 absorbed what Bella had said, the way that she’d said it, and the fact that she was totally naked, Bella continued, “NOW.” The 3 boys were obviously just as shocked about Bella’s outburst as she was, but she kept her confidence and pointed to the way that the boys had come from. Bella noticed that the boys were starting to get over their shock and looking up and down her naked body. Adrenaline still flowing, Bella again shouted, “NOW.” This being confronted by a confident, naked 13 year old girl was obviously new to the boys and they didn’t know how to react. It was only when Bella again told them to go that they timidly turned and started walking back the way that they came. Bella followed them and as she did so her body stopped pumping the adrenaline and she started to loose her confidence, but she still followed them to a hole in the fence that obviously marked the border on the rocky cliff-side. As they climbed through the hole Bella managed to shout, “AND DON’T COME BACK.” Bella watched them disappear while she realised that she was both shaking a little, and feeling quite wet between her legs. As she walked back along the deserted beach she started to relax and reflect on what had just happened. She realised that she was both proud of herself and excited, especially between her legs. When she got back to the main building she went looking for Ken and told him what had happened. “Well done Bella, the power of a naked girl, but please, don’t do it again. The next time come and tell me because the people may not be as shocked at seeing a gorgeous naked girl and it might turn nasty.” “I can handle myself, we used to get into lots of fights at school.” “Bella, this isn’t school. Next time just come and tell me, okay. And you’re not too old to get your bottom spanked if you disobey me.” “Yes uncle Ken.” It was on the morning of the first Saturday that Mika sprung a surprise on Bella. When they were at breakfast Mika asked Bella if she was looking forward to the visit by the masseur. “What visit, and what’s it got to do with me? I would have thought that it was the guests that would get the massages.” “That’s the female masseur, you’ll see her on Monday. I’m talking about the male masseur that comes to massage the girls in front of any of the guests that want to watch.” “Why would the guests want to watch a girl getting massaged?” “They aren’t normal massages Bella, I can 100 percent guarantee that you’ll understand when you experience one.” “Oh, okay then, I guess that I can’t wait.” That afternoon Bella noticed that there were more guests than normal but she just put that down to it being the weekend. She’d been wanking a man in the jacuzzi and when he’d sent his strings of white cum into the bubbles he told Bella that he had to go and that he’s see her in the lounge. Bella got out and showered then went to the lounge. She found that the furniture had been re-arranged and that there were lots of chairs around the feet end of a table like she’d seen in her doctors surgery, without the stirrups. She went and stood next to Mika who said, “Are you ready for this Bella?” “Ready for what?” “Being the newest member of staff you’re up first.” “First for a massage.” “I’ve never had one of those before.” “Well you’ll have one each Saturday that you are here and you really will enjoy it.” They stood watching the room fill and Bella asked if there were more guests than usual. “Every room is booked on every Saturday night, these business men come to relax over the weekend and enjoy the show.” “The show?” Bella asked. “Yes, us girls getting massaged.” “I wouldn’t have thought that that was that exciting.” “You haven’t seen the effect that this guy has on the girls.” “You mean that he’s cute?” “Not particularly, just remember to relax when you’re up there Bella.” As they stood waiting Bella wondered what Mika was getting all excited about. A couple of minutes later, Ken and a young man wearing a white T shirt, white trousers and white trainers walked in. Ken said just a few words that included introducing Manuel, then said, “As usual, the first young lady to get the unforgettable experience will be the latest addition to the staff so Bella, will you step forward please?” Bella was expecting that part, and the next part which was what she imagined a body massage would be, i.e. Manuel putting some sort of oil all over her back and legs after he got her to lie face down on the table. Bella was also expecting Manuel to massage her legs, arms and back, and she was half expecting / hoping that he’d do what he did, and massage her butt and rub his fingers along her butt crack and her slit which caused her to moan and spread her legs some more. When Manuel told Bella to turn over she did, and instinctively spread her legs as well, letting the whole audience see her whole pussy, her slit with her aroused, larger than normal clit sticking out between her 2 outer lips with no sign of her inner lips which are so small that they may as well not exist. Of course, Bella wasn’t at all embarrassed at what she was displaying as most of the men there had already seen everything that she has got. Manuel almost quickly massaged her from head to toe, covering her whole front in that same oil. Bella was just starting to think that it was about to end and that she’d be left frustrated at the lack of an orgasm when Manuel returned to her tits. Not only did he raise her arousal level by massaging her little tits and in particular her nipples, but he massaged around the outer edges of her tits, it was like he was trying to get between her tits and her ribs. That was very new to Bella but she liked it. Then Manuel moved lower, to her pussy. He spent ages all around her vulva, gently pressing her lips together and trying to get his fingers behind her pubic bone from above. This of course was getting Bella more aroused and frustrated, she longed for his fingers to play with her clit and penetrate her vagina. Finally, Bella felt his middle 2 fingers penetrate her. She knew that it was his middle 2 fingers because she could feel his outer fingers pressing at the outsides of her vulva. She started to cum and then suddenly went to heights that she’d never experienced before as his middle 2 fingers bent up to her G spot and his whole hand started lifting and lowering her in rapid succession. Her feet left that table and as her knees were bent double, they splayed out as far as they could go. Her whole lower body was being lifted and lowered. Up and down her little body went as her orgasm gained more and more intensity. Bella felt like she was going to pass out but instead her arms and feet started going all over the place, her knees trying to get higher up her body like she was trying to give Manuel even better access to her pussy. Then she started giggling as her head rolled from side to side. Even when Manuel stopped lifting her up for a while and removed his fingers, her head, arms and legs kept going and she kept giggling and trying to lift her body on her own but her feet wouldn’t stay still for her to use them as leverage. When Manuel’s fingers were removed everyone could see Bella’s pussy muscles contracting then relaxing over and over. Manuel put his fingers back inside Bella and gave her another couple of minutes of raising then lowering her. It was like he was ‘topping up’ her never ending orgasm. Bella was way beyond moaning and all that came out of her mouth was giggling. A couple of times Bella tried to say something to Manuel but no one could understand what her mouth was trying to say. Manuel repeated the withdrawing then lifting Bella 2 more times before finally stopping, but Bella’s body was far from stopping. With Manuel’s hand no longer on her pubic bone there was nothing to stop Bella’s body from jerking it’s way off the side of the table and Manuel twice had to lift her back to the centre of the table. Fortunately, or not, he didn’t lift her back using his fingers inside her. It was going on for 5 minutes before Bella as able say anything coherently or sit up, and even when she did sit up she still wasn’t in full control if her body and during her jerks and spasm she fell back on the table twice. She tried to talk to Manuel and to kiss him to thank him but when she leant forward to kiss him her body jerked and she missed his face. Finally, Ken came over and half carried Bella over to one of the comfortable arm chairs before returning and telling everyone that it was Sophie’s turn next. Some of the audience were still looking over to Bella right until Manuel started on Sophie’s front and there was more intimate action of the table than on the arm chair. Not that Bella would have noticed, she was still in an after orgasmic state, including the occasional little aftershock mini orgasms hitting her, right until Lucy and Gemma had had their turns on the table. It was only when Bella heard Mika moan that she managed to get to her feet and go and look at the action. Even then she had to lean on Ken to stop herself from falling over. Ken reached round and down Bella and just touched her clit which was all it took to make Bella have a strong aftershock orgasm and nearly collapse to the floor. “You did very well Bella,” Ken said when all the action was over, “you lasted a lot longer than I have seen any other girl last. All the others today only lasted half as long as you before Manuel stopped working on them. Both Lucy and Gemma passed out and had to be lifted off the table, look at them, they’re still too weak to get up.” Bella turned and looked at the sofa and saw Gemma, Lucy and Mika all laid back on the sofas with their legs spread wide. Mika had a little aftershock orgasm as Bella watched. Bella also saw some of the guests leaving and Sophie, wearing just her little black skirt, taking orders for drinks. About a week after she arrived at Bright Sands Beach Retreat Bella decided to go to the workout room to see if there were any guests there and if they wanted any company. There wasn’t anyone there and she looked at the exercise bike and remembered her thought about getting some exercise on it. She looked at it and decided to have a pedal but the seat was set too high for her. She tried to loosen the bracket to lower it and found that someone had tightened it too much for her. “What the hell.” She thought and climbed up. When she stared pedalling she realised that she could only keep her feet on the pedals if she slid her butt from side to side. Then she felt something that she’d never felt when she used her bike back at home. She remembered leaning forward and it feeling nice as her clit pressed on the saddle but this was different. The sliding from side to side was stimulating her whole pussy and she liked it. The faster she pedalled, and slid from side to side, the more aroused she got and was soon cumming. She slowed a little as she recovered then sped up again hoping for second orgasm. Just as she was reaching it she looked in the mirror in front of her and saw one of the guests watching her. When their eyes met in the mirror the man said, “Keep going darling, I like to see a beautiful girl cum.” Bella did and the man got to see what he wanted, but that was only the start for Bella. She decided that she’d exercise like that as often as she could, and get Mike or Tom to raise the saddle on her bike at home. Mondays was when the female masseur and the beautician came to the hotel and just after lunch Bella was called to go and see the beautician. It was a woman in her mid twenties called Sandra and when she looked at Bella she said, “Well girl, apart from all that ugly body hair there’s not a lot that I can do for you, you don’t need anything doing, you’ve got a perfect little body Bella.” “Some people say that my tits are too small.” “Don’t you listen to them Bella, your little breasts go perfectly with your little body. If you put my C cups on your chest it would spoil the cute little girl look. You should be proud of your small breasts Bella. Now, body hair, Ken tells me that you are only 13, I can remove what you’ve got now but at your age you probably haven’t developed all the follicles that you are going to get so over the next few years you will probably find hairs appearing all over the place. After your treatment today you have a few options Bella, shave them off, pluck them out, wax them, leave them, or get another laser treatment, the choice will be yours. Don’t worry about them until you find some appearing. This is going to take a good hour or so Bella, so if you need to go to the toilet now would be a good time.” “I’m good thanks.” “I normally do the laser work in the lounge, is that okay with you?” “So that the guests can watch I presume?” “That’s right Bella is that okay with you?” “Sure, let’s hope that I get a good audience.” “Ken said that you don’t embarrass easily, come on, carry that bag for me please.” Sandra did work on Bella in the lounge and there was a couple of guests watching and I guess that they enjoyed Sandra getting Bella into to some very revealing positions so that she could get the laser gun to all the normally hidden places. When Sandra put the laser gun down for the last time she told Bella, who was flat on her back, to raise her legs and hold them wide open and back near her head. “And this is the freebie that I give all the beautiful girls here for being such a great patient Bella, just relax and let it happen.” Sandra said as her fingers went to the parts of her pussy that hadn’t needed any laser treatment and Bella was soon moaning and then cumming for Sandra with the small audience watching. Bella had 2 more laser treatments before she left Bright Sands Beach Retreat, and she also had weekly manicure and pedicure sessions where Sandra taught her how to look after her nails, something that she had never even thought about doing before she got there. ****** Ken, you’re asking, did Ken fuck Bella? Hell yes he did. After initially fucking her in his office after she’d been there just a few days, Ken became Bella’s part-time alarm clock. She’d often wake up half an hour early to the feeling of his cock ramming into her always wet pussy. After he’d deposited his load inside her each time she always thanked him, both for employing her and fucking her. ****** Did Ken spank Bella? Another good question you must be thinking about. Well the answer is no; but Bella did get spanked. Not only by a couple of the guests, but on every Tuesday evening Ken organises another regular event to entertain the guests. A different young man comes to the lounge and all the girls at Bright Sands get there bare butts spanked with the young man’s hand. A dining chair was placed in the middle of the room for the young man to sit on and the girls have to lay over his lap before his hand comes down on their bare butts 50 times. Each girl had to count her own swats because the young man doesn’t, or couldn’t count them. None of the spanking is very hard, just enough to turn the girl’s butt red. The second Tuesday when Bella was about to be spanked she whispered to the young man that he’d have to try harder if he wanted her to cum. Well that must have been like a red rag to a bull because when his hand first came down on her butt it was a lot harder, so much so that Bella’s eyes and mouth opened wide in surprise. By the time that 5 swats had landed, Bella had tears in her eyes and her pussy was tingling and feeling as warm as her but cheeks. Being a tough little girl she didn’t complain, she just let the tears drip off her face onto the floor as more and more swats landed on her butt. Soon, the pain that Bella was feeling started to make way for the increasing pleasure that she was feeling as each swat vibrated from its landing point to her clitoris. By the time Bella had counted out loud 35 swats the young man must have noticed Bella’s legs drifting apart, and the wet sheen on her pussy. Even if he hadn’t of noticed that he couldn’t have not heard her moans, or her saying, “Harder, hit me harder.” What Bella didn’t hear was the cheers coming from the audience who all realised what was happening. The young man got the message and the swats got harder. Bella’s counting didn’t get to 50, only 42 as she shouted, “I’MM CUUMMMMING.” And her body started jerking about, the young man having to hold her naked body in place to stop her falling off his lap. When she finally got her senses back she got some laughter and applause from the audience when she said, “Where’s the rest, that was only 42.” The young man gave her the last 8 which gave her time to get some strength into her legs to be able to stand up. Just to show everyone that she was happy she turned to the audience and gave a little curtsey. Mika later told her that she was both proud of her and jealous because the young man had never made her cum. The rest of the Tuesdays that Bella was there were the same as the second Tuesday and for each Wednesday and Thursday Bella was always careful when she sat down anywhere. ****** All good things came to an end and Bella went round all the staff saying her goodbyes. The tough little girl was nearly in tears. She also wasn’t happy about having to put on a skirt and top to travel in, even if the skirt was her PE skirt which she could hardly feel its presence round her. Ken woke her early in his usual way, then after a shower he took her to the restaurant for a proper breakfast before sending her up for her bag. He had booked a combination of bus and train tickets to get her home quicker, having the confidence in her to be able to navigate the London Underground system after giving her a few pointers. Before getting into his car Ken gave Bella her bank savings account card and the instructions for her to be able to access her earnings and tips. Money had been the last thing on Bella’s mind for just about all of the 6 weeks that she’d been there and she was shocked when Ken told her that there was over £7,000 in the account and told her to keep the bank card, PIN and password away from his sister and her husband. Ken also gave Bella his phone number and told her that she could call him anytime, day or night and that he expected to see her again, at the latest next summer. The tough little girl was nearly in tears as she got on the bus for the first leg of her journey and she just flopped down into her seat not even thinking about where her skirt ended up (round her waist), nor the man across the aisle from her who had stared at her as she walked down the bus. Half way through the journey she vaguely remembered the man saying something to her but she stayed silent, deep in thought. It was when she go off the bus and had to walk the short distance to the train station that she snapped out of her thoughts and started thinking about her journey home. She’d never been on a train before, nor to a train station, but she’s a bright kid and soon worked things out. She was pleased with the train carriages because they were more spacious than the bus and there was even the odd person walking about and looking down on her bare legs and pokey nipples. That train journey was only 35 minutes and Bella was soon in London trying to navigate her way across the city to another train station. Ken had given her some directions and advice but the sheer number of people almost shocked Bella and she wondered what it would be like at rush hour. She smiled at the thought of her being on a very crowded train with hands groping her and making her cum. Thankfully there were uniformed people around who happily pointed her in the right direction and she was soon on the platform waiting for her underground train. It took Bella a few seconds to work out why it suddenly felt like a gale was blowing when she heard the train approaching. She was so involved in taking in everything that was going on, and her to get the right train, that she didn’t even think about her lightweight, silky, floaty skirt that was almost inverted on her body. It was only when she got on the train and walked to one of the side, bench seats and saw a youth looking at her and smiling that she remembered her skirt. She smiled back at the youth then sat opposite him letting him look up her bate legs and spread knees. Ken had told her to listen to the announcements, look at the names of the stations that they stopped at, and the maps that were up near the roof inside the trains. She quickly worked out that the train had 5 stops before hers so she relaxed a bit and gave the youth a better view of her pussy. Coincidentally, maybe, the youth got off the train at the same station as Bella did and he followed her up the escalator. Bella had clocked him and she slowly spread her feet a bit and then bent forward a bit. The warm air was tickling her pussy all the way to the top where she stood and worked out where she had to go. She was pretty confident that she had worked it out right but she wanted to confirm it, and get rid of the youth that was still hanging around, so she walked up to a man in uniform who was just standing watching everyone, and asked him. As she spoke she was half watching the youth and he must have thought that she was telling the man about him because he turned and walked away. Bella was pleased that she had got it right and off she set walking to catch her last train. As she entered that overland station she saw a departures board and realised that she had about an hour to wait. She looked back outside and decided to go to the fast food restaurant that she’d seen close by. She remembered her previous fun in a fast food place and wondered if she could flash her pussy to at least one man in there. She went in and bought a cola, watching the young man who served her stare at her nipples poking her thin cotton top all the time that he was serving her, then she went and sat at the side of the room on the long, plastic bench seat, her bare butt sticking to the plastic. She got her phone out and switched it on for the first time in 6 weeks and was surprised to see a few missed calls and lots of text messages from Mike and Tom. She started reading the messages then saw a man walking around with a tray of food in his hands. She watched him in her peripheral vision as he looked at her then sat at a table just in front of her. She smiled to herself as she realised that he was looking at her, more specifically at her legs, bare right up to the top of them. Without looking at him Bella stood up then sat down again but with her butt nearer to the front edge of the seat. Then she lay back and brought her phone near to her face. Going into the camera app she was able to watch the man as he watched her. Then she slowly spread her knees so that he could see all of her pussy. Bella smiled as she saw his eyes open wide and him adjust his trousers. The man then surprised Bella as he got out his phone and did what she was doing but he did something that she wasn’t doing, she heard the clicking that is usually associated with a phone’s camera’s shutter. Even when the shutter sound stopped the phone was still pointing her way, what’s more he was moving it around possibly to get a better view and possibly make a video. Bella decided to give him some more detail to look at, and without lowering her phone she moved her right hand to her pussy and ran a finger along her slit then gave her clit a quick rub. Bella smiled as she heard and saw the man’s elbow slip off the table and he swore. She moved her hand to her cola and finished the drink. Then she got up and left to go back to the train station. She didn’t know if the trains did what the buses sometimes did and left early and she didn’t want to risk it. She smiled at the man as she passed him and she thought that maybe he just blushed a little. The train was stood at the platform so, after checking with a uniformed woman that it was the right train, she got on and found a seat. This train was a long distance train and different to the one that she’d been on earlier, It had more space and seats in sets of 4, 2 facing the other 2. Some of these sets had a table between them and some didn’t. Bella chose a set that didn’t. Sitting in a window seat Bella wondered who would sit in the 2 seats opposite her, and across the aisle. She sat with her knees about shoulder width apart, her bag between her feet. Her skirt had bellowed out when she sat and the hem ended about half way down her thighs. That was no good for Bella and she hiked it up to pussy level. She couldn’t see her slit but if anyone walking down the aisle looked they would be able to see it. Bella got out her phone and started reading the texts from Mike and Tom. Apart from the ones wanting to know how she was and what her job was like, she smiled as she read what they said they were going to do to her when she got back and thought, “And you wait to see what I’m going to have you do to me.” Bella finally replied to the texts telling both of them that she was on her way home and that she hoped their cocks were hard and ready for her. Bella had watched a few people getting on the train and walking down the aisle and was disappointed that none of them had looked over to her, she had hoped that the expanse of bare legs would have attracted at least one man to look. She felt the train jerk then start to move and was instantly unhappy that no one had sat near her, “Should have got a rush hour train,” she thought, “even though the tickets were twice as expensive.” She was just resigning herself to a quiet journey when she heard a man say, “Are these seats taken?” Bella looked up and saw a man in his twenties wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. “Err no.” Bella replied. Then the man sat in the seat diagonally opposite her in the set of 4. Bella started to think of the best way to flash her pussy at him. She continued pretending to be engrossed in her phone, using her peripheral vision to check out the man and decided that he was worth flashing, especially as she’d seen him looking over to her legs and maybe even her slit. Pretend to go to sleep was her plan, but she needed to get more comfortable, or put another way, into a position where he could see all of her pussy, but first, she set an alarm on her phone for 10 minutes before the train was due to arrive at her station, she didn’t want to end up in Scotland. Then she kicked off the sandal on her foot nearest the window, shuffled her butt down a bit, lifted her bare foot onto the seat opposite her and lay back. She pretended to adjust her clothes but actually she was checking that a strip of flesh was showing between her skirt and top, and that her skirts hadn’t slid further down her thighs. She left her skirt just covering her pussy from her line of vision, but not covering it at all from the man’s line of vision. Gripping her phone in one hand she turned her head to face the window, closed her eyes and pretended to nod off. After a couple of minutes she partially opened her eyes and looked at the reflection of the man in the window and saw that he was looking towards her pussy. Satisfied, Bella closed her eyes and relaxed. Then she heard the alarm on her phone. She turned her head as she lifted her phone and turned the alarm off. Then she looked down at herself. He skirt was still up to her pussy but her knee that still had its foot on the floor had drifted further way from her other knee. Quite a distance actually. She looked up to the man and saw that he was staring at her pussy so he didn’t see her look at him. “Sorry, show over mister, I hope that you got some photos and a video,” she thought as she sat up and got herself ready to get off the train. On the platform, Bella looked around. It was the train station in her home town but she’d never been there before. The train started moving off and was soon causing a draught that blew her skirt up. She ignored it and started walking towards the exit. Once outside she got her bearings and started walking to the bus station. It was only a 5 minute walk but on the way she saw 2 girls from school and stopped to chat with them. After the usual greetings one of them asked where Bella was coming from. She told them that she was returning from a summer job working in a hotel on the south coast. They too assumed that Bella would have been doing some mundane task there and Bella didn’t correct them. They parted saying that they’d meet again at school on the Monday. Mike’s mother sat next to Bella on the bus home and the 2 chatted all the way, Bella again telling the partial truth about where she’d been, and Mike’s mum telling Bella that Mike had missed her company. Bella smiled at that statement and wondered what the woman would think if she knew what he really missed. Bella’s mother was home when she walked in and when she saw Bella all she said was, “Hi Honey, earned lots of money?” “Hi Mom, no, and what I did earn I spent of the bus fares home so I’m nearly broke.” “Well, it was a good experience for you.” Bella smiled then replied, “You brother sends his regards.” “Oh, right.” And that was Bella’s homecoming. She went up to her room and put her bank things into her secret hiding place, checking that all the money that she’s left there was still there, then she heard Mikes voice asking if Bella was in her room. “Yea, go on up Mike.” Her mother replied. As soon as Mike entered her room Bella jumped on him, wrapping her legs round his waist and giving him a long kiss before saying, “Hi Mike, it’s good to be back, but I wish that I was still there. Where’s Tom? Can we bike to the woods tomorrow? I’m going to get my nipples pierced.”

Be My Guest bySZENSEI© Be My Guest Ch. 19: MAN UP "Get a move on Pedigo, I wanna go home before I clock back in tomorrow." "Tall order Munchkin." Zach Pedigo laughed at his co-worker and site boss the adorably spunky Stormy Belair. She being a midget the heckle went over like a brick. "Tom Hardy har har!" She replied connecting his resemblance to the actor. "Don't make me use that dick of yours as a step ladder to punch that smile off your face." She was ready to pounce. "I miss that bad boy by the wayside." "One time thing Andrea not the Giant." "You're on a roll today. Do I gotta bring the hay?" "I just said one time only Stormy. I'm not going to make a habit of having sex with my co-workers." He finished his last connection of siding to the mobile home they were working on. "Cleo is the only exception." "I thought you was taking Rocky's money to tap Angel. She's a co-worker." "Again...one time only. I'm still regretting taking Rock up on that offer. Only reason I'm considering it is I wanna see DiVito squirm from how much I make his wife scream." He pauses with a shit eating grin, "That and him trying to resist a hard on with Cleo sitting in his lap." "Might get ugly." Stormy chuckled. "Especially if he doubles up on his Viagra." "That's his problem." "Cleo agree to that?" "She laughs about it but yeah, she's not gonna tell me no." "Penis whipped, huh?" "Something like that. Let's pack up I need a beer." "Beer? Lightweight! I need a few shots of Jack." "I'm not jacking off over you." He laughed. "Although it might put some hair on your chest." "Sayin' I'm manly?" "You broke a nail earlier. Man in MANicure. You should drop by my daughter's nail salon and have her fix that. Oh, wait! She called off work today. Not feeling so hot, her boyfriend roughed her up in a good way." If only Zach knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. Still relying on his reference in calling Heidi Baker his daughter just to keep the crew from calling him a liar, it was becoming habit forming. "Lucky her. Only time I get roughed up is in the ring." Stormy being a wrestler it was pretty often. Helping Zach haul their tools back to their van she sighed heavily. "I have a bout coming up here soon. You should drop by the arena and root me on." "I'll consider that." He puckered just as his cell rang, "Hold up it's my buddy Nick." Answering it Stormy tosses her tools into the van's bed while listening to him. "Hey Nico! What's happening brother?" "We haven't talked any more about Iris and our agreement. Got time to meet me for a drink after work? I'm buying." Nick Riley sounded chipper. "I was craving a Budwizzer. We're loading our equipment now. Twenty minutes to get back to the shop and clock out. Let me run home and shower then I'll meet you at Wet Willy's?" "Wet Willy's!" Stormy chuckled. "I can help with that." She reached for Zach's zipper while he dodges her laughing. "I'll be waiting." "You bringing Iris?" "Nope! I want to discuss this just you and I and plan things out." "My plan is simple. I call, your bitch cums." "Gonna take some getting used to Buddy. I trust you and all but...damn!" "You'll get used to it. Just know I'm not stealing her away...EVER!" "I believe ya. 6:30 at Willy's?" "I'll be there. Save us a dart board." "Gotcha!" Nick hangs up on Zach who lowers his cell to see Stormy struggling to carry their ladder. Hurrying to her side he takes it from her hauling it the rest of the way to their van. "Who's Iris?" "My bud's fiancée, my slut." He had to brag. "Oh! I met a realtor lady yesterday. I'll probably tap her here soon too." "Take a number, eh?" "Long line. I have to admit my sex life has gotten crazy since my kid moved in with me." "Incest?" "Not what I mean." Zach appeared edgy, "Just...a lucky charm I suppose." He frowned, thanking God that was not the case. While he was all over Heidi Baker, if she were his real daughter it would be a bitch. Thankfully, she had set him up with enough gals to mold his old persona back into what it used to be when he was married. His persona alone but not ex-wife Yushea's cup of tease. She had her own agenda playing behind his back at every chance she got, not into his newly acquired taste of dominance. That was then. He was much happier without her. "Oh get this...my ex-wife's boyfriend sent me an invite to his new Bar opening. As if I'd give that bastard the bragging rights of showing up so he can rub it in my face." "I'll be your date. I can kick his ass for you." "I'm not going Stormy. Thanks for the offer though, he deserves it." More than Zach knew. "It's better I just steer clear of him and my ex. I...don't want those memories back." "I get that. It's always better to look the other way before crossing any road. Just know I have your kneecaps." "Thanks Munchkin." "Munch on this." She pats her inner thighs through her jeans. "You don't give up do you?" "Nope! You're gonna chow down on this again one of these days...without my paying you to do it. I got faith." "We'll see." He laughs. "Get in I'll drive." "Course you will, I can't reach the gas pedal. Fuck you Pedigo." ******** "GOD HELP ME! I know I don't deserve your help but please stop the burning in my asshole. All my freaking holes while you're at it." Heidi Baker carefully inspects her privates using a hand held mirror finding bruises that weren't there yesterday. Heidi Baker was enduring a beating, after her first beating to boot. Her gangbang at Moolah Rouge was taking it's toll. "Forget I asked God. I did this to myself I'll get through it. You help those who help themselves right? I guess I helped myself too much that night." A giggle escaping her agony she rolled her eyes. "I sure know those horndogs did." In her misery she heard her cell ring, rolling over to get it next to her futon mattress, she had relocated everything low to avoid getting up save to pee or eat. "Cleo!" She answered it quickly, "Hey Girlyfriend." "Hey yourself. I had a few minutes after classes. I saw you texted me." Cleopatra Teleki sat in her car on campus. "Yes. I need to talk to you about a couple things. Are we going to Yushea's club opening to support her?" She prayed she would be in shape before then, even more so before that wedding Saturday. Weaver's band was playing there and she was not going to let him down considering she had been avoiding him over the last two days to heel. "Can't drink but we can go if you want. I'll drive seeing as you don't have a car." "Working on getting one." She pondered over her piggy bank which was in the shape of a leather bowling ball case. "Awesome. My Uncle Rudy has a car lot if you need a deal. He would drop prices if I sat on his lap." She laughed. "Don't read into that. I used to do the horsey thing on his knee when I was a baby. He's my Mom's brother." "Ride 'em Cowgal." "I shouldn't have told you that." Cleo busted up. "I heard you called off work the last two days. You alright?" "Fell off my own horse is all. Don't ask...too many knees." "Uhhh? Okay! Do I even want to know?" "Of course you do, but I don't want Tom to know. So therefore I can't tell you." "You know I won't rat you out." "Come on you and Zach are tight." "I'm loosening up...because of him if that's any consolation." "Can you drop by tomorrow morning and take me shopping?" "I have classes in the morning but...screw it, I'll skip...shopping sounds fun." "I need something to wear to a wedding. The goth garb I had bought to wear I abused when I met Weavey's parents." "Oh boy! You met Solo?" "I did...he met me." "Ouch!" "You're telling me." Heidi winced at a sting in her ass hole. "So...if you met him, you met Weaver's stripper mom." "I did just say his parents." "Right! She's a trip." "Yep! Tripped me good." "You stripped at Moolah Rouge didn't you?" Cleo guessed. "You're good. So...tell me my fortune Miss Cleo." "Funny! My Mom named me after a phone psychic named that. She's into all that fortune telling crap. Of course that psychic did predict I would be born on a certain date. I was only off by two days, I call that mistake second guessing. Anyways...you need a dress...my Auntie makes dresses. Maybe we can swing by and she might have something that fits you. I need a new dress too after the one I wore to the mall shrank into a tank top." "I loved that dress. I'd rock in one of those. Yes! Let's visit Auntie." "Pick you up at 10:00?" "I'll be ready...just don't expect me to be moving fast." "You worry me Heidi." "I worry me." "Text me if you need anything." "Will do. Thanks!" What Heidi Baker needed was another pain killer. ******** "Come on you piece of junk." Having clocked out for the day at Teleki's Siding and Insulation, Zach Pedigo was finding his Harley acting finicky. Several times trying to start it his boy Manned Up and fired. Grimacing, he knew more money was going to be put out soon or he would be riding the bus like Heidi. So not his style. "Sorry Buddy I didn't mean to insult you. You're not a piece of junk, you just need some new blood probably." He had checked the oil it was needy but not dark. Spark plugs seemed tight but hey he was no mechanic. Zach might look rugged and tough but he had his faults. Hitting the highway he was home in record time, trying his best to be on schedule in meeting Nick Riley. Hurrying inside the back door he found an unexpected surprise. In his way going downstairs to the laundry room with a basket of clothes was the beautiful Petra Monahan, her flaming red hair up in a ponytail. A revealing black halter top and tight white shorts with a pleasant see through vibe to them prevented him from going up to his floor, technically hers seeing as she lived down the hall from him. "Hey Handsome!" "Who?" He winced. "Oh my God! MASTER!" She giggled, "Sorry I'm trying to process it. I swear I'll improve." "I'll leave my dirty clothes inside my apartment door. Wash mine when you're done." "Seriously? I mean...I will." "When my clothes are in the washer you will strip naked and sit on it until ready to dry. AM I UNDERSTOOD?" "Umm? Other people use the...YES SIR!" His gaze made her weak, she adored this man and any chance she got to be with him she would do as told. "Selfies sent to my phone to prove it. Fail me and flame over." "Flame? You mean game?" "Nope! Flame. I'll turn you over my knee and blister your ass until it's redder than your hair." "Mmmm! I want you so bad." "I'm sure you do. Let me by, I need a shower." She steps around him in the tight quarters, the basket beneath her tits lifting them until her halter barely held them in. No bra, no undies, just as Zach enforced she was loving the sensations. Finding her irresistible in that moment Zach went out of his way to remove her halter straps from her shoulders and loosened the halter dramatically. Her eyes were sparkling at his approach. "Stop hiding." She nodded with trembling lips that begged to be kissed. It didn't happen. As he hurried upstairs she enjoyed his muscles until he faded from view. Sighing she winced in thought, "Did he just say stop hiding, or stop Heidi? Oh my God! That man makes me crazy." Off to the laundry room she went. One of her neighbors whom she had sex with last week who lived right on the other side of Zach's apartment by the name of Jay was in there as well. While not interested in him for further sex unless instructed to she would merely use poor Jay to take pics for Zach. He was more than happy to. Entering his apartment Zach saw Heidi Baker limping nude from the bathroom toward her room. He could tell she was drugged up with pain killers but still aware that he was home. "Still under the weather?" "Come on Tom you know I'm not sick." She held one hand on the wall. "Let's skip my facial tonight okay?" "You must be in agony to ask that. Ready to confess anything? Weaver rough you up?" "I told you no." "Then who was he?" "Who knows?" She rolled her eyes, "Not like I asked names." "More than one? Weaver's band?" "Oh hell no! No way am I doing anything with Wayne and Garth." "Good! Recalling Wayne's World I think of Tia Carrere, she reminds me way too much of Yushea. I avoid partying on like the plague now." "Funny man. Quick favor so I don't have to call for help?" "No time! Gotta shower and meet Nick. You're tough." "Fuck you Tom!" She watches him slip behind her and head into his bedroom. Unable to move at the moment she grew whiney, "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Hearing her exaggeration Zach grinned and removed his clothes in prep of showering, gathering his laundry into a basket. Carrying the full basket from his room he stopped behind her. "Carry this to the door for Petra, she's going to do my laundry." "I can barely move Tom." "You do what I ask, I'll help you out." "Why are you torturing me. I'm your baby." She pouted. "If you really were my kid I'd send you to your room for a month. Do it!" "Fuck!" She grits her teeth miserably and hobbles just to turn around. Taking his basket she limps very slowly through the apartment. Seeing how red her inner thighs were he shook his head. He found just how red when she struggled to bend over and set his basket on the carpet. Even her clam was on fire. Palming the door she hissed in agony. In just that moment the door opened up on her and pushed her backwards. In her unsteady stance Heidi fell back on to the floor crying. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Ducking her head inside Petra Monahan cringed in expression. "Oops! Sorry." She quickly reached for the basket of clothes and drug it out into the hall and shut the door. "I don't need to see any more red. Dammit!" Heidi wept laying there. Moving over her Zach hovered directly above her face, his dick dangling down over her. "Rub cream on my butthole Tom." Without another word Zach carefully repositioned and delicately picked her up as if on their honeymoon, carrying her into his own bedroom rather than laying her on the futon so low to the floor. "Easier for you to get up when you need to. Camp out in my bed tonight." "Not sleeping with you Tom." "Shut the fuck up Baker. I'm doing you a solid." He then left her laying on her back while he ventured into her bedroom for all of her necessities, cell, ointments, painkillers, etc. "Roll over." "I can't." She pouted heavily. "Christ!" He looks at her pussy cautiously pulling her legs wider for a better inspection. "You should see a doctor." "Nooo! You're my doctor." "Knock it off Dove, that's some serious raw there." He decides to grab a towel from the bathroom and return with something else. A bottle of baby powder. Laying the towel on his blanket to protect getting powder on it he ever so tenderly sprinkled powder over the extremity of emblazoned flesh. "You never did that when I was a baby. It's nice to know you can Man Up now that I'm all grown up." "HAHA! We really should stop this whole daddy daughter lie Heidi." "Why? It's fun to taunt you." "Oh yeah?" He pressed a finger up inside her pussy making her scream. She shut up fast. "This will help. If you're not better by the day after tomorrow I'm hauling you to a doctor's office." "No insurance. Why do you think I'm suffering?" "Where did you get the painkillers?" "Kyndall. I begged her to, so don't give her grief." He begins applying ointment to her butt pucker. "Please don't put your finger up there too. I might piss on you." "Kyndall huh? You two chums now?" "I called Khloe to see if Walter had anything but she refused to steal from him. She suggested Kyndall might help. Did you know they have another...sister?" "I heard rumblings. Kendra I think." "Yep!" She tried not to laugh knowing Kendra was transgender. She wanted him to be shocked if he had all three members of the KKK in bed at once, not funny but she thought it in her evil little mind. Khloe, Kyndall, and Kendra! Zach would likely strip the sheets off of his bed anyway. "Done! Get some rest. I need to get ready." "Tom?" "Yeah?" "Read me a bedtime story." "Sure! Once upon a time there was a Big Ole' Guy with a huge cock that didn't care what..." "STOP! Go away." She giggled, "Please don't get hard! Please don't get hard." Not on Zach's agenda, that was his cue to get showered. A fast ten minutes he returned dried off and fresh. He found Heidi snoring on her belly. Eying her beauty he sighed, "What are you doing to yourself Kid?" Getting dressed up a bit he looked dashing. Cologne on he got ready to leave when he snapped one last look Heidi's way. Strangely, he found himself lured back to cover her up with the other half of his blanket. Kissing the top of her head he whispered, "Sweet dreams Princess." "Night Daddy." He heard her mumble. Yeah...too close for comfort. Zach headed out. ******** Wet Willy's Pub...not the finest Sports bar in Seattle but usually hopping...after hours even more...come on, it was a pickup place. "About fucking time." Nick Riley yelled across the bar as Zach Pedigo found his way through the crowd of drinking patrons. Hot girls everywhere usually meant three guys to every girl. Tonight the ratio was only two to one. Sadly only one in ten was gonna get laid. Then again...Zach was enjoying a large number of ladies checking out his arrival. "Sorry I'm a little late my bike's sputtering. I hope I get home later. Might wanna wait and follow me just in case." Zach joined him at his table near the dartboards. Nick turning side saddle in his seat peers out at the patrons and takes notes on just how much his buddy was drawing attention their way. Since their night with Iris and finding out his old friend was quite the womanizer he was determined to understand why and how he had changed so much. Bad enough his fiancée wanted Zach as her Master even though still agreeing to marry Nick the processing of it all was hard to swallow. He could tell Iris worshipped him, but on the flipside she worshipped Zach too. Only in a different kind of way. "Will you look at all that pussy squirming in their seats since you crossed the room?" "I saw!" A waitress made her way to Zach as he took his outer shirt off in favor of a black wife beater. Even as she waited on him to drag his pullover from his body she checked out his muscles and flared her eyes. Nick was observing her closely. "He'll take a bottle of Bud, you can spin it with him when it's empty." He chuckled. She barely heard Nick at all in her mesmerized state. Realizing it, Nick hissed and rolled his eyes. "Can I serve you? My name is Jodi. I mean I'm here to serve you." She rambled. Blushing she had to hide her face behind her fingers, "Sorry! What can I get you?" "What he said." Zach pointed at Nick, "Start listening to the boss." He then winked at her. Fidgeting she decided to look at Nick expecting a repeat order. "Give him a Screaming Orgasm. Every other girl does." Nick laughed. Jodi smirked then returned her sheepish gaze toward Zach who sat down and slouched. "Is that really what you want?" She nibbled her lip. Jodi thinking to herself, "Gladly!" "Bottle of Bud! We can spin it after you get off later." Zach used Nick's earlier comment. "Mmmm! I'm off at 2:30." Her reaction made Nick shake his head, he wasn't even in the bar as far as she was concerned. Zach fluttering his knuckles for her to go away made the adorable tattooed brunette in pigtails scamper off smiling. Spin the bottle sounded fun if he fucked her after hours. She would be hopeful the rest of the night. Wet beneath her mini skirt too. "That shit is just insane Z. She didn't hear a word I said but followed every fucking syllable you uttered." "Women like a guy in control. Ask Iris." "Don't remind me. I'm still coming to terms that I'm letting her serve you." "Tell me why." "Why? Because I love Iris." "She loves me more." "Fuck you Pedigo." "Nico you'll understand as time goes on. She's going to make you a good wife, just give her a lil' room." "How many guys are in that room." Nick shook his head trying not to laugh at himself. "Better get used to that. She wants that option of tight quarters. Just relax and breath Buddy. I won't fail you we have too much history you and I. Would you rather lose her over not letting her be her?" "Not particularly. It's just sinking in a slower than I'd like." "From what I'm getting she prefers things sinking in pretty hard." Zach rubbed it in playfully as Jodie returned with his beer. Nick didn't bother to offer a harsh banter back as cute Jodi rested his beer on a coaster. With Nick wagging his empty bottle at her she frowned, "Couldn't have said you needed a refill before she went to get mine? You're a douche Riley. Isn't he a dick Jodi?" Zach winked at the girl. "He's buying by the way." "I know right?" She nodded and sneered at Nick. "I'll be back Dick." She giggled then repeated her journey for the bar. Seeing Nick set his empty bottle aside Zach retrieved it and began tearing the label off to kill time. "I know that look in your eye Z. What are you planning?" "Watch and learn." Zach sighed. Out on a tiny dance floor girls flocked to an incoming song over the speakers. Being in an 80's mood the song playing was Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard. It was a timeless song for hormonal energy. With more girls than men on the dance floor it seemed the appropriate time for the ladies to stir up the lust in the men around them. Pick up bar remember? With Zach and Nick's table directly next to the floor, numerous young hotties in extremely short dresses horded close to them offering a vibe of, "Look at me." Zach ignored them even as Nick couldn't resist. Noting his friends attention span Zach chuckled, "If you stop drooling, they'll try harder." Nick winced at him with a sigh and turned away from eying the clustering young ladies. Sure enough a batch of four college level cuties moved in closer to gyrate their hips and go out of their way to be noticed. Zach finished peeling the bottle's label and looked up just as Jodi returned. Resting Nick's beer in front of him she noticed Zach laying the empty bottle on it's side. "Spin it." He motioned to Jodi. Eyes hesitant she smiles. "If it lands on you, can I suggest you take your tank off?" "I'll agree to that." Zach returned to his slouch. "What if it lands on me?" Nick laughed. "Then she can pour your beer over your lap to cool yourself off." Zach winks at her. "Now I'm liking this. And, if it lands on me?" She grew edgy in a playful way. "Then you remove your G-string and give it to Nick there to keep." "What? You don't want...wait! What if I'm not wearing a...yeah, I'm wearing a G." She blushed. "You don't want it?" "Nope! I have better ideas for the next spin." "Mmmm! Okay, I'm in." She bent at the knee just enough to hold her serving tray and spin the bottle. All eyes on it, it landed on Zach. "YES!" She bubbled dancing in step, "Take it off." "Man of my word." Zach stood tall and swiftly removed his wife beater and showed off his amazing musculature, his abs tight and rippling. Jodi nearly fainted. Laying it on her tray he said, "You're now the proud owner of something of mine." Women dancing just behind Jodi grew envious at the Spin the Bottle act and closed in around her, "We wanna play." A giddy young blond with green eyes, wearing a stretchy mini dress of yellow infiltrated their presence. "What do you have to lose?" Zach eyed her with a grin. Jodi suddenly felt like chopped liver. "You're not wearing panties." She bulged her eyes with a vivid grin. "You been peeping?' The blond giggled. Her friend a redhead nodded smirking to confirm he was accurate. Nick just sat back in awe and swigged his beer. "Certainly not her virginity." The redhead added razzing her friend. "Nothing to lose, no reason to spin." Zach eluded to failure on her part. The blond winced at him then peered around her at the bar. "I'll lose my dress in private." "Nope! Right out in the open." The redhead flared her eyes at Zach then folded her arms over her healthy chest at not only how ballsy he was, but that she knew her friend would consider it. Nipples cresting at his insinuation she might actually agree the redhead nervously eyed her. "Sabrina? I fucking dare you." "Fuck!" Sabrina Tooney gnashed her teeth, "Deal! But if it lands on you I get your pants." "Fair enough." Zach didn't even seem worried, Nick was doing that for him. "Hold on!" Jodi looked leery, "I don't want anyone kicked out." "You go tell Willamina that Zach Pedigo's playing for keeps." "You know the Owner?" Jodi seemed impressed. "He does." Zach nodded at Nick. "Tell her she can keep my boxers if it gets that far." "Holy crap!" Sabrina fanned herself, her other friends moving in to call her crazy. Jodi shrugged and left the group to speak with the bar owner Willamina Stone. While waiting introductions were offered, "I'm Sabrina, this is Kirsten, Dolly, and Mona." Zach merely grinned at the ladies. Mona was easy enough to figure out, with a well toned body she obviously worked out quite a bit. Brunette hair pinned up into a bun she looked as if the one less into this game, yet Zach found her intriguing. Dolly also brunette, her hair in a bob, short but stylish was a tanning nut, her complexion dark but sexy. All in similar dresses. The redhead Kirsten had amazing green eyes and 38D's. The other three beauties roughly 36C. "I'm Nick...he's Master." Nick felt like mocking his friend. "Ooooo!" The quartet seemed intrigued, "Kinky man." Dolly winked at Zach who nurtured his beer while eying the bar where he could see Jodi pulling aside a 40 year old with a curly mane of dirty blond hair. As busty as Kirsten, the bartender slash owner peered through the crowd to see their table. Zach toasted her his bottle from the distance as Nick joined him out of respect. Leaving the bar Willamina wearing a cut off t-shirt sponsoring a vintage Bon Jovi concert in her youth that said Slippery When Wet made her way toward them. Jodi forced to take care of other tables had relinquished Zach's wife beater to her. Carrying it over her shoulder like a bar towel Willamina scowled at the boys until reaching them. Balling up Zach's tank she sniffed it once then hurled it at him. Catching it Zach laughed. "You can stay. Nicky has to go." "Wait! What?" Nick winced. "You ladies' don't want this guy. Dinky dick maybe two inches." "Oh, you're harsh. No worse than you having a dick." He flipped her off then leered to the ladies offering a measure of eight inches to prove how wrong Willamina was. Shaking her head Willamina cracks up laughing and eases into Nick's lap, an arm over his shoulder. "You love my dick Nicky. Especially when I ram it up your ass." Zach nodded at the girls, "It's true." They each had a varying response of giggles, Mona more of a poised brow of uncertainty as to what was even happening. Regardless her eyes were all about Zach's broad shoulders and six pack abs. If nothing else she would have been happy just talking workout routines. Sabrina and Dolly were the bubbly duo flirting with Zach to the point of whispering to one another what they wanted to do to him. With exceptional hearing Zach heard that word Master muttered between them. A good sign he was on the right track with his decision making. Kirsten was more intrigued with Willamina even knowing these two gentlemen. "What the fuck ever." Nick offered a defeated look. A kick under the table by Zach made him liven back up. "...and I'm back bigger than ever." "Been awhile Nicky." Willamina changed her tone hugging him a tad more tighter than she had already. Leaning in to whisper, "Heard you got engaged. Darn! I was hoping to be the next Mrs. Riley and well...live the life of Riley." "You always were after my money Willy. Sorry if Zach there is creating a scene." "Are you kidding me? That man can do whatever he want as long as I get to lick every muscle on that gorgeous body." "Seriously? How's come you never used to chase after him?" "You don't know everything Handsome." She smirked, "While I've never spoke up before now it doesn't mean I don't look. He doesn't come in much these days so I'm making up for lost time." "Huh! Learn something nude every day. You know if you let him he's going to play Spin the Bottle right here until everyone loses their clothes, right?" "Sounds fun." She pats his cheek then turns her attention to Zach, "What's on your mind Handsome Zach?" "Livening up this bar of yours. Where the hell is everyone? Last time I was here the body count was capacity plus." "I think the crowd is saving up for the grand opening of Sam's club." Even she knew Zach's arch enemy. "Their loss." Zach bit his tongue on putting Sam down even though he was bitter over he and his ex-wife Yushea. Better not to ruin the momentum of what he was building with the ladies. Too much agitation might turn them off. "Give Jodi back my shirt she earned it fair and share." "Don't you mean square?" "Nope! I know you two will share it later." He laughed. "Wear it maybe." She tugged her cut off making her titties jiggle in her toying with it. "It'd look good on ya." "So would you." She winked. "Pool table after hours?" He dared to suggest. To his right Sabrina raised her hand offering to be Willamina's replacement should she pass up the offer. Zach grinned at Sabrina, "Always room for three." Sabrina pumped her fist giggling, "So in." "That would make two of us." He patted his crotch. Her friends opted to spread out around their table and ask if they could join them before actually taking a seat. Dolly sat to Zach's left hardly hiding her skirt's opened view of her G-string tightening up into her labia, sopping wet and begging to be noticed. He spotted it but for the most part played it cool. Just knowing he peeked made her begin rubbing her right leg sensually. "Spin the Bottle, eh?" Willamina removed her arm from Nick's shoulder and repositioned to sit on his left knee only, Nick enjoyed a healthy butt crack under her low riding jean shorts. Reaching across the table she pinched the bottle on its side, "One round before I have to go back to work?" "All in?" Zach looked to the ladies. Every one of them grit their teeth, they really didn't have much on to lose. Caving to his allure they agreed. "Fun! Fun!" Willy winked, "Here's my proposition. If it lands on Zach there he wears my shirt and I wear his." "Won't fit me Willy." He chuckled. "You think I don't know that Tom Hardy?" Hearing her reference to the actor Heidi Baker had been calling him since the day she moved in made him picture the girl laying in his bed laid up from a bad night of sex with somebody, but refusing to talk about it. For now apparent reason he shrugged. "My condition..." He counters, "...seeing as it's quiet in here outside of down on their luck Fella's wishing for some action." "Down on their luck ladies included." Kirsten interrupted. "Don't you worry Red." Zach winked, "That's gonna change. So are you if she agrees." "Excuse me?" Kirsten blushes. "Wait your turn Riding Hood." "Riding you I hope." "Ah ah ah! Keep interrupting me the Wolf's clothing won't come off any faster." Sabrina quickly palmed her friends mouth and howled like a wolf laughing. Zach returned his gaze to Willy. "If you wear my shirt tonight that's all you wear." "Hard bargain Hockey Stick." Willy recalled his enjoyment of Hockey in talks past. "You're just lucky I'm horny and on good terms with the local PoPo." "Makes this even better don't it Corner Pocket?" He pointed at the pool table guiding her interest like a beacon. "After hours promise? Me and you on that table?" "Done!" He offers a handshake that she graciously accepted. Nick was just amazed by Zach's confidence level. "Squeal!" She polished off their promise. "I spin." "They sin." He waves a finger to the ladies, in a fly by shooting. "Wait!" Mona winced, "What are we doing again?" "Whatever Master wants us to do. Quiet over there." Sabrina giggled. "Master?" She scowls then shakes her head, her frown becoming a grin. Once her eyes stopped rolling she glanced at Zach just staring at her with a cold expression. Shivering at his delivery she found her nipples peaking right before his eyes. "Spin the bottle Willy." He directed the establishment owner. Shaking her own head she went ahead and did it, then stopped it mid whirl. "What if it lands on anyone other than you or I?" "Whomever it lands on gives me a lap dance, but..." The girls easily perked up at the invitation. "She has to point at one of her friends, her choice and that person gives my boy Nick a lap dance. Duration of one song of Willy's choice." "Rock on." Willy puckered in agreement. "Let's get this going I gotta do my job. My new girl at the bar is wet behind the ears. Mixedupology if you get my drift." "Rock hard." Sabrina coyly points at Zach's bulging jeans. "Spin cycle!" Zach motioned and guzzled his beer, casually landing his free hand on Dolly's knee. Wiggling his index finger while she glanced at his sudden intrusion she flared her eyes and spread her thighs for a better view. This was fun. Willy sent the bottle spinning, it's slowing velocity teetering to land between Nick and Willy herself. Strangely the ladies pouted as one. Nick feeling bold reached over to the bottle and flicked it enough to land on Willy. "Closer to you." "That was then. this is now Rockstar Riley." Willy laughed, "Swap shirts Puck Boy." In hearing it Zach hurled his tank at her. Catching it Willamina sighed loudly then stood up giving Nick feeling back in his leg. Peering around at the patrons of her bar knowing how their eyes were focused on the gathering she took a deep breath then pulled her concert t-shirt off and let her stunning and still gravity defying tits flop out and dance. The ladies were in awe of her boldness, each of them worried of their own bravado should the time come. Tossing Zach her shirt he caught it and watched Willy slip his wife beater on. With her chest being large the shirt hugged her hips but wouldn't go lower than pube level unless she pulled it down and held it firm. Doing that her tits were dangerously susceptible of falling out the cleavage of the tank. Jean shorts still on she showed off. Hearing others out in the crowd whistling at her she did a 360 just for shits and wiggles. While attention was elsewhere Zach tried to put on Willy's shirt but couldn't get both arms in so just removed his covered arm and left it a scarf around his neck. Nick just shook his head and finished his beer. Good times! "Forgetting something Will U Are?" Zach drew her attention back. Sighing with a sneer Willamina unfastened her shorts and dropped them to her sandaled feet stepping out of them to more applause. "Leaving my G on. I can barely cover my coochie now." She tugs it low then gives up, "You losing your pants?" "If you're keeping your G I'm keeping my boxers." "After hours still happening?" She wanted confirmation. "I break!" "Damn Zach!" Willy fanned herself, "Keep him worked up for me ladies." She then leers back at Nick who tugged on her G-string snapping it to get her attention. "Couples match?" "Naaa! Cheater!" She razzed him for being engaged but still leaned down and pecked him on the cheek. Wolf calls of, "Hey Bartender!" behind her made Willy shake her butt, "Drinks on me." "Body shots?" Nick chuckled. "My belly button is the only pot hole you get Nicky." "In a rut as always." He scowled, then peered at the ladies, "She's just lucky I fill in those pot holes with my glue gun." He pats his own crotch to zero interest. All eyes were on Zach. "SPIN!" On Zach's command Sabrina took it upon herself to lean over the table and share her cleavage in twirling the bottle. All eyes on the Budwizzer bottle circling menacingly it slowed down, the neck pointed straight at Dolly. Eyes bulging she grew excitable, standing up quickly to claim her prize. In doing so she lost Zach's hand on her knee which made him shake his head at her. Realizing she basically pushed him away she pouted, "Crap! Sorry Zach." "I bet you are. Choose your dance partner." "You?" She crossed her fingers continuing to pout in case she offended him. "Not wearing that slingshot you aren't." He scowled. With a hiss she lifted her stretchy dress and slithered her G-string from her hips down to her ankles. Guys sitting behind them getting a perfect view of her glossy clam. Lifting it triumphantly she whipped it around her head like a stripper. Her girlfriends whooping it up with her. Offering it toward Zach he lifted a palm refusing it, "Naaa! But, those fellas back there seem to like it." Leering sheepishly over her shoulder she realized just how cute her neighbors were, still her goal was Zach. Taking his hint she seductively strutted toward them, playfully making her way from one man, then over to his buddy, placing her panties up to their nose for a sweet scent. She then stood erect lifting it over the table at eye level before opening her fingers and letting it drop to their table. A tug of war to own them ensued. She loved their greedy lust as she scurried back to Zach. "May I offer you a lap dance Sir?" She played on the Master angle hoping to reel him back in. Zach hearing her pondered it then paused her with a finger, "Choose your dance partner." She realized he wasn't referring to him recalling the deal earlier of having to appoint a friend to lap dance over Nick. Without haste she pointed at Sabrina, she knew the girl just wanted to have fun. Bubbly Sabrina shuffled toward Nick and threw her left leg over his to straddle him, turning his brimmed hat around while shaking her shoulders from side to side. Nick facing toward the dance floor allowed onlookers to see her butt cheeks peeking from beneath her skirt. She truly didn't care who saw them. Music cueing up from behind the bar at the service of DJ Willy, cracking up at her choice it was a slow build tune of AC/DC's The Jack. Laughter erupted in the bar as Zach turned his chair so that Dolly had her back toward her panty raiders. She too in crawling into Zach's lap found her butt hanging out to the rejoice of many. Dolly was nervous to say the least until Zach took her arms and put them around his neck. "Get into it or get off." "I'd rather get you off." She sighed smiling, "My first lap dance ever." "What did I just say?" He winked at her. As the song progressed through Angus Young's musical dialogue the girls seductively gyrated in their loveseats. Sabrina was stripper quality as it was, so she had Nick's dick primed in seconds. Neither wearing underwear their labia's found it stimulating to mold around their concealed erections, both well defined to enable a smooth grazing. The friction made both women moan. At the chorus of the song where Angus quoted, "She's got the Jack..." Willy used her PA mic to change the word Jack to Zach. The bar loved her goofiness. Lifting their bottoms both women hopped up and down on their thrones, each time their dresses riding higher until both girls mooned the crowd. Sabrina went so far as to peel her dress straps over her shoulders clear down to her biceps to reveal more cleavage, wanting her hops to make her tits bounce along for the ride. Nick certainly enjoyed her recital. Not wanting to feel left out Kirsten joined Sabrina, moving behind Nick and using her own chest by surrounding his neckline. Nick was liking his head rest peripherally seeing nipples punching out to both sides of his profiles. Mona merely moved behind Zach and offered a massage to his bare shoulders, Willy's shirt nudged out of her way in order to squeeze harder. He ignored her at first then lifted his arms over his head to draw Mona closer, fingers clutching her own dress straps. Without permission he lowered her straps over her shoulders then pulled her closer to him, her hands still rubbing. Before she realized it Zach had both of his hands surrounding her neck like a collar. Eyes bulging Mona Franklin found herself held captive. Normally she might show more restraint but today she was the one restrained. At the end of the song where the chant took over repeatedly speaking, "She's got the Jack. Jack! Jack!" the whole bar changed it to "Zach! Zach! Zach!" without Willy's verbal intervention. He had to grin. Song ending the ladies pouted. Dolly wanted to go another round feeling more confident in her abilities. Mona suddenly afraid to offend Zach by asking for her freedom merely continued massaging him. Across the table Sabrina hopped off of Nick but pinched his cheek smiling. Twirling to see Zach keeping both girls captive as another song started with more AC/DC, this time the song Dirty Deed's Done Dirt Cheap. "Reverse cowgirl." Zach prompted Dolly. "Oh shit!" She busted up laughing, "I can't keep my skirt down now without..." His expression made her look up at Mona and shrug, "What the hell." Easing off his lap she stood only long enough to turn around, flutter fingers at her panty keepers then sit back on Zach's tentpole. Slightly embarrassed in exposing her pussy to the world, the feel on Zach's monster fold rubbing along her ass gave her enough boldness to forgive herself. While yes she enjoyed some teasing this was quickly becoming far more exhibiting than she was used to. As she grew more comfy in her ride she found the men holding her panties a nice focus to gage their lust for her. The whole duration of the song she snuggled back on Zach and reached up behind her to caress Mona's cheek while Zach maintained his human collar over her. Mona was finding it disturbing yet erotic all the same. Knowing her own skirt was well above her cheek line in back she just swayed to the music and tried to overcome her own fears. Why was Zach doing this to her? Kirsten replaced Sabrina in Nick's lap just to keep him company, almost feeling sorry for him. While not performing reverse like Dolly she still enjoyed the thick cock gliding across her inner thigh. Her chest crushing together gave Nick plenty to ogle as he held her hips. Folks out on the dance floor were filtering closer and closer to get a better look at the fun. Guys less fortunate earlier were suddenly discovering interest from other women turned on by the lap dancing hot chicks. Before long the whole bar became obsessed with adult hijinks that bordered on risque acts of fondling and gyrating up on their chosen targets. Very few were left out but sadly there were some. Such was life. By the end of Dirty Deeds the music stalled to make the heat in the room cool down. Willamina worried that a mass orgy might befall the bar. Letting Zach and Nick get away with things was one thing but the entire bar? She felt a timeout period was necessary. Sending her waitress Jodi to their table with fresh drinks was a good start. Not knowing exactly what the quartet were drinking Willy just sent Screaming Orgasms just for laughs. The girls each claimed those. Dolly didn't want to leave Zach but his interest seemed more into Mona at the moment so she just kissed his neckline, avoiding the shirt scarf, and got off his lap. Winking at Dolly he did say, "Don't go far." That alone made her heart race. Releasing his human collar he let Mona stand up straight and pull her skirt down. Fanning herself at his interesting way of hitting on her, Mona greedily took one of the drinks. Before the waitress could take her leave Zach reached out and grabbed her wrist drawing Jodi back to him, sitting her down sideways in his lap. Whispering something into her ear made her smile and whisper back. The girls were getting jealous but thankfully their orgasms were smooth. With a pat to Jodi's hip the girl crawled away back to the bar. At the bar Jodi relayed Zach's message to Willamina in just two words. "Hey Willamina? Zach told me to tell you...BATCH ALLURE." "Bachelor? Ahhh hell! There goes my liquor license." The party was just getting started. ******** Back at Zach's apartment building Petra Monahan sat on the building's washing machine taking selfies in the nude. Having finished her own load and returning them to her apartment before sinking her fingers into Zach's load she was all his now, Jay gone home long ago. Alone and giddy at the spin cycle's rumbling torment she sent the pics to Zach's cell then fingered herself until the machine died off. Cumming hard she hopped down and stretched. Remaining naked she unloaded the dryer and started folding Zach's laundry. At his boxers she inhaled deep craving what she knew they hid away when worn. "God that man makes me crazy." Switching the wet clothes over to the dryer she received a text back from Zach while he was using the restroom. "When my clothes are done carry them to my apartment totally nude. Pics to prove it. Learn to like being seen. Check on the kid for me. I left our door unlocked so take my clothes on in and put them away. Keep the boxer's you been snorting." She giggled wondering if he was psychic. "Sleep in my bed with Heidi tonight. Thinking she needs a friend right now." "Sleep with her?" She mistook the message. Texting back he corrected her into just staying the night to keep an eye on Heidi in her agony. "First I'm his housekeeper, now I'm a babysitter. What's next? Better be your lover Buddy." She giggled. Texting back one last time she said, "I live to serve you Big Guy." "I'll be the judge of that." His reply. "Uggggggh!" She sighed with a deafening exhale, "Crazy I say." So crazy she wore his boxers on her head like a hat. Thirty minutes later Petra proudly marched upstairs nude covered only by a laundry basket and his plaid colored hat. With each step taken she recited, "Please don't let Herman see me. Please don't let Herman see me." She had to pass her own apartment, her roommate Herman was home. Invading Zach's apartment without running into a single resident she quietly moved into his bedroom. Finding Heidi Baker nude on his blankets she realized the bruises and hickies all across her body. "Oh man! What's up with that?" Hanging up his laundry and filing away what needed to be put into his dresser, she put her own stashed clothing over a chair in their living room. Not tired she simply sat down with his boxers. Not expecting a text she jumped at the ringtone. Opening it Zach asked, "Hallway pics?" "Fuck! I forgot." She gnashed her teeth, "I can't let him down." Hopping back up she cautiously stepped back out into the hallway and hurried to the staircase continually praying her roommate didn't step out and catch her. At 8:45 he was likely still awake. Hell most everyone that lived in their building was still up. Deciding to make a video instead she stretched her arm as far as it could go to record herself in transit. "Sorry I took so long. I couldn't carry your basket and take pics at the same time. I hope this video makes up for it. I put your clothes away first and checked on Heidi, she's out cold on your bed." She pans her camera over her body at every angle, front and back as she danced in her hallway trying to look sexy for him. "Notice I'm wearing your boxers on my head?" She giggled. "I like keeping you near me. I'm not certain what you want so I'm going to improvise." Moving from wall to wall like an erotic pinball she playfully touched herself all over. She even went so far as to lay in the middle of the hallway and finger her pussy, then her ass. Tasting herself she offered him a sample but of course he was at the bar, she was there. Moving to her hands and knees she fingered herself some more doing her best to capture impossible angles. In her predicament she heard a door open to her right. Shocked by the sudden noise she looked over to see her neighbor Bob whom she had screwed the day she first set eyes on Zach just to try and get his notice. "What are you doing?" Bob chuckled. His buddy Jay had already told her of her insanity. "Taking video for someone. Care to be my cameraman?" She sat up giggling. "Can I be in it?" "Okay!" She did a quick closeup of her face, her camera still recording. "Bob found me. He's going to watch me play for you. Here's Bob." She handed him her cell, Bob shining it on himself and chuckling, "Take 24." Recording her she went back to ass in the air and using both hands to finger her pussy and her ass at the same time. Bob was mumbling things like, "Pout Baby Pout!" and, "I remember those holes." So did she. Petra Monahan followed through until she came on video. Uncertain what to do next she just hopped up and reclaimed her cell. Still recording she started to say goodbye, when Bob snatched her up and tossed her over his shoulder in a loud shrill squeal. Taking her into his and Jay's apartment he slammed the door. Hearing the loud disturbance Petra's roommate Herman opened their apartment door looking around. He swore he had heard Petra but she was no where in sight. Shrugging he went back inside. Delivering that video was going to be delayed. Bob and his own roommate Jay recorded having hard rough sex with her. She had no say in the matter. Zach was busy too... It could wait. 20

Bethany 02 By Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read part 01. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Intro A girl who thinks nothing of taking her clothes off when told or asked to. Bethany left school when she was 16; she just couldn’t get the grades required to go on to college or university. That didn’t worry her because she was still convinced that she was destined to become a famous model; and how many models actually had any academic qualifications anyway? On top of that, her eldest brother, Lucas, had taken well over 1,000 photographs of her naked body over the last 4+ years, and those were her ‘portfolio’ that numerous people to whom she had given a copy of all of them to, had promised that they’d pass them on to their contacts in the modelling business. And that wasn’t counting the 1,000s of naked photographs that her uncle’s friends had taken of her; and all those men had promised to put them on the internet on sites that model scouts frequented. Bethany was convinced that her big break would be coming soon. During one of her photographic sessions with her uncle and his friends, Bethany had mentioned to one of the men, just after she’d given him a blowjob; that she was leaving school soon and was looking for a job. He’d asked her if she’d like to go and work for him in his plumbing supplies shop. Now Bethany had been told that she should never immediately accept a job offer but say that she’d think about it and get back to them; and that’s what she did. That night Bethany thought about the job offer whilst she was diddling with her pussy before going to sleep. The next day was Sunday and at the family lunch she told her father and brothers about the job offer. Her father was over the moon; he’d often wondered if she’d ever be able to get a job or if he’d have to support her until the day that he died. Lucas wasn’t too happy at first; his first reaction being that it would put an end to his human anatomy project’s weekly photographic sessions. The other thing that he wasn’t too happy was that he’d have to do more of the housework and cooking. Surprisingly, Bethany said that she was sure that it wouldn’t affect Lucas’ human anatomy project because the plumbing shop’s owner, Harry, already knew about it and had told her that it was good for her to have a full portfolio ready for when she got her big break. A few miles away Harry was also thinking about Bethany working in his shop. Business was okay, but he was convinced that a scantily clad young girl working behind the counter would be an asset to the business that would draw the male customers in. He too spent quite a few nights in bed wanking away and imagining Bethany wearing skimpy outfits to serve the customers. He also dreamt about the blowjobs that he would get her to give him when the shop was quiet. On one of the nights when Harry was wanking and thinking about Bethany, he came up with the idea of work clothes for Bethany. His initial idea was something a bit like an American girl’s cheerleaders outfit; but that wasn’t brief enough for Harry. It had to be something that both revealed and teased both at the same time. When he was wanking again the next night he decided on a see-through top and a skirt that was only just long enough to cover her pussy when she was stood up. The next day Harry spent a couple of hours on the internet finding what he wanted. Bookmarking the web page, he did something that he hadn’t done for years; he prayed that Bethany would accept his offer. For whatever reason, Bethany didn’t see Harry the next time that she went to her uncle’s house, but Bethany wasn’t worried because her big break must be coming soon. During that time school had finished and Bethany spent her days sunbathing (Lucas had told her that all good models had a good all-over suntan), in the back garden and getting bored. Her brothers had both told her that it was pointless her getting dressed each day unless she had to go grocery shopping or to her uncle’s house. Chad and Lucas were on holiday from school and college as well and they’d got her to give each of them a blowjob at least once a day, and to make herself cum multiple times each day, often while they watched. On top of that there were the times that she’d rubbed herself to orgasm when she was alone in her room. Lucas, her eldest brother, had jokingly told her that a girl can only have so many orgasms in her lifetime and that she should leave her pussy alone occasionally. Bethany didn’t know whether or not to believe him but decided leave her pussy alone for the rest of that day. The next morning she’d forgotten all about it and had made herself cum as soon as she’d woken up. One afternoon when the brothers and 4 of their mates were sat outside watching Bethany diddle her pussy as she lay out in the sun, the brothers decided that they wanted to show-off their naked little sister to as many people as they could, before she started her job. At that stage they were convinced that she would get the job; after all, what red-blooded man wouldn’t want a hot little body like that working in his shop; especially if she was giving him blowjobs. Telling Bethany to go and put one of her little summer dresses on, they decided that they’d take her to a big park in town and get her to take her dress off and run around the park. If you remember, Bethany’s summer dresses are ultra-short and only just cover her pussy and butt when she’d stood up. What’s more they are very low-cut both at the front, back and sides. Because the top parts are a bit loose fitting, it only takes a raised arm to show lots of side boob, or a slight bend forward to put her ‘B’s on display to anyone who cares to look; so on the way to the park the guys did everything that they could to get Bethany to bend or raise her arms. On the bus was even more revealing for Bethany, the 6 guys got on first and went upstairs leaving Bethany to follow them. The middle-aged man behind her couldn’t believe his luck when he followed her up the stairs. The guys had taken the back 2 rows of seats on the top deck and as Bethany approached them one of them pulled her down onto his lap. In doing so her skirt rode up round her waist. That was enough for the guy to grope her pussy and get her all worked up whilst the guy next to him worked on her tits. When she’d cum she was passed over to 2 more of the guys and it happened again. By that time a handful of the other passengers had heard Bethany’s moans and were watching. Second orgasm over, Bethany stood up and looked at the 2 guys on the back seat. With a big grin on her face and without pulling her dress down, she sat between them then turned and lay across them. She just managed her third orgasm before they had to get off the bus. Bethany was still flushed as the group took her to Starbucks where they sat outside with Bethany sat with her knees apart. The guys kept telling her to adjust her hair so that her arms were up. The spectacle caused quite a few people to stop and admired the view. In the park Lucas picked a grassy area near a busy path and they all sat on the grass to talk. Before long Bethany was getting bored with the male conversation and was flat on her back enjoying the sun, not caring that her skirt wasn’t covering her pussy and that anyone beyond her un-crossed legs would be able to see how swollen and wet it was. After a while one on the guys produced a football from in his backpack and the guys got up for a kick around. After about 10 minutes the guys split into 2 teams and 3 shirts were removed to mark goalposts. Lucas told Bethany that she was joining in and when she got up he told her to take her dress off so that it could be used as the fourth goalpost. Bethany did so the asked which team she was on. “Skins of course!” two of the guys said. The game went on for about 20 minutes with Bethany not contributing much, other than good eye candy which caused the guys not to play well, and to entertain the handful of men who stopped to watch the game. Fortunately, no one complained about Bethany’s nudity, nor called the police; and when the game ended they all sat round Bethany hiding her from people passing by. Satisfied with their exposure of Bethany so far, the guys started thinking about what they could do next. “We could play hide and seek in the woods.” One of the guys said. “That’s a kid’s game.” Another said, but after a lot of winking at each other, all the guys got up and led the still naked Bethany into the woods. There, Lucas said that the guys would go and hide and Bethany would count to 100 then come looking for them. She did, and they did. What Bethany didn’t know was that all the guys had run out of the woods leaving Bethany all alone. Being council owned, and right next to the park, these woods have paths all over for people to stroll, with or without their dogs; and Bethany spent a good 30 minutes walking around the park, passing quite a few people. Some stared at her and a couple of middle-aged women asked her if she was okay; but most just ignored her. After about 30 minutes of being naked and on their own in a public park, most girls would have become scared and panicky, but Bethany didn’t even think about that. She just kept saying, “Come on guys, give me a clue.” Eventually, Lucas and Chad got fed-up with waiting for her to emerge and went looking for her. They found her talking to 2 young men, standing there, arms at her sides, exactly like you’d expect a clothed teenage girl to stand. They gave Bethany her dress and walked along the path back to the main park. When they emerged from the woods they met the others and Lucas announced that they were all going to the leisure centre. All the guys had come prepared for swimming but Bethany hadn’t. Just as they got close to the leisure centre Bethany said that she couldn’t go in; she hadn’t brought a swimsuit or a towel. “Don’t worry kiddo; I’ve got it covered.” Lucas said. Inside, Lucas and Chad took Bethany to a family changing cubicle where Bethany gave 2 blowjobs before Lucas gave her one of her see through bras and things. The inevitable happened and Bethany was asked to leave because of her ‘inappropriate dress’; but not before the guys had paraded her all around most of the place, sometimes pointing out the nearly naked girl to some young men who hadn’t seen her. Unlike the previous time that Bethany had been asked to leave a swimming pool, Lucas and Chad stayed at the pool with their mates, leaving Bethany to find her own way home. Thankfully, Lucas had given her some money for the bus but he had told her to leave her swimming bra and thong in his backpack. She still had quite a few people staring at her, especially when she climbed up the stairs to the top deck of the bus. A couple of days after that Lucas and Chad had an ‘end of term’ party to go to and Bethany wanted to go with them. After promising their father that they’d look after her, Bethany got permission to go. Needless to say that the brothers were going show-off their little sister to all their mates and Bethany was happy to wear just one of her cute summer dresses to the party. The party started as any other teenagers party does and it wasn’t long before some alcohol appeared and some of it ended up in a glass in Bethany’s hand. Never having had any alcohol before, Bethany, along with quite a few others, soon got slightly drunk and the girlfriend of one of Lucas’s mates asked her if she was the girl who often took her clothes off and let boys play with her. When Bethany confirmed that she was, the girl asked her if she was going to do it that night. Bethany’s response was to put her glass down and pull her dress over her head; confirming what quite a number of people there already suspected, or knew, she wore nothing under the dress. Well, that was it for quite a number of the young men there; Bethany got passed from one guy to another, all either wanting her to rub her pussy, let the guy rub her pussy or play with her tits; or just give the guy a blowjob. It wasn’t long before Bethany was taken to a bedroom and had a continuous supply of visitors. All the time, Bethany, in her half-drunken state, loved every minute of it. Some of the guys wanted to go further but Bethany always refused saying that she was saving herself. One guy tried to force himself on her but somehow, she remembered what Lucas had told her to do in a situation like that and the guy left with some very painful balls. Well, Bethany refused to go any further for about the first hour but when Lucas came to check that she was okay, she pushed him onto the bed and before he realised what was happening, Bethany was giving him a blowjob. Bethany was way too far gone to stop there and as soon as she got him rock hard instinct took over and she jumped on top of him and impaled herself on him. She immediately started going up and down on him and they both came within a couple of minutes. Lucas tried to apologise to Bethany but she wasn’t having any of it and kept asking him why he hadn’t told her how good it was to fuck and why he hadn’t fucked her before. Lucas’s regrets soon turned to being thankful that their father had taken her to the doctor’s about 4 years ago and got her put on the pill. He also realised that he was going to have to have a talk with her about STDs. The monster had been released from its cage. Until the end of the party Bethany’s moans and screams could be heard all over the house as a steady stream of young men went and fucked her; or was it her fucking them? Lucas and Chad had to dress Bethany and almost carry her home. Thankfully, their father was sound asleep when they got home. The next morning Bethany had to check with Lucas that what she remembered was true. When Lucas confirmed that it was he also told his little sister that she had become a nymphomaniac; Bethany was confused. Firstly she was unhappy that she was no longer a virgin and secondly, she had to ask what a nymphomaniac was. Laughing, Lucas told her that she hadn’t really been a virgin for years. He reminded her of the time that his finger had made her bleed and told her that it was then that she’d lost her cherry. When Lucas explained what a nymphomaniac was Bethany felt proud; and promptly asked Lucas to fuck her again. Lucas did, but not before he explained what STDs were and how she could reduce the chances of getting them. She’d also managed to get Lucas to promise to buy her a big box of condoms. Two days later Bethany got the bus to her uncle’s house with the box of condoms in her bag. As she sat on the bus she realised that she was quite nervous but excited at the same time. She squirmed in her seat as her pussy leaked copious amounts of her juices onto the seat. As soon as she got there and let herself in, she stripped off and went looking for her uncle with the box of condoms in her hand. She found him in the back garden doing some weeding and as she ran up to him she shouted, “I’m not a virgin anymore uncle; can you fuck me please?” Bethany’s uncle stood up and looked at his naked niece; then he grinned. “Of course dear; I’ve been waiting for this moment since you first took your clothes off in front of me.” “Oh goody; you won’t need one of these;” Bethany said holding the box of condoms up, “these are for the other guys. I know that you won’t give me one of those horrible STD things.” No housework got done that day before her uncle’s friends arrived. Harry was at the front of the queue of her uncle’s mates as they walked in. He took one look at the naked Bethany and said, “Well girl, what’s it to be? Do you want to cum for an interview?” Bethany’s missed the play on words, maybe because her stomach was churning and her pussy was tingling even though it had just been well fucked by her uncle. At first she couldn’t speak but a few seconds later she said, “Yes of course I’ll give you a blowjob, but we usually wait until you’ve all taken a few photographs first.” “No, no, no girl; I mean the job.” “Ooops; sorry, yes please, my dad says that I’ll make a good shop-worker for you.” Harry grinned, squeezed one of Bethany’s nipples and told her that they’d talk later. The afternoon’s photo and playing with Bethany’s body session took longer that day as Bethany was eager to have her first consensual gangbang; not that knew that was what it was called; to her it was just being fucked. She particularly enjoyed being fucked at both ends at once and her uncle had to bring a smaller table out into the back garden so that she could hang off both sides. Bethany’s uncle worried about his neighbours and the noise that she was making. Harry hung back as the rest of the guys left and he and her uncle talked while she went and had a shower. When she was done, and dressed, Harry drove her to his shop for the interview. When they arrived, Harry introduced her to Hunter, a student who only worked there on a Saturday so that Harry could go to his photography class. As they walked on, Bethany turned and looked back to Hunter. He was watching her long, bare legs, and maybe getting a glimpse of her bare butt as well. In Harry office Bethany was offered a seat on the leather sofa that Harry had recently bought. It was a low one, leaving Bethany’s knees higher than her butt. Harry sat at his desk looking over to the young girls long bare legs with glimpses of her bare pubes between her legs. The interview started with Harry telling Bethany what would be expected of her; well most of it, he didn’t say anything about the exposing herself to the customers or the recently added fucking by the boss. Harry had already discussed Saturday working with Bethany’s uncle and it had been agreed that the photography sessions would move to a Sunday so that Bethany could work on the shop’s busiest day. Bethany would also have Mondays off. The interview moved on and Bethany asked what she would have to wear. She said that all she had was a few skirts and tops or summer dresses but Harry stopped her and told her that he’d be providing a work clothes; ones that he intended for all full time employees to wear. Bethany asked if Hunter was wearing it (Jeans and T shirt), only to be reminded that Hunter only worked there for one day a week. Bethany then asked if there were any other full time staff, only to be told that she was the first but it was expected that the business would thrive now that she would hopefully be working there. Bethany didn’t understand that but let it go. Harry then changed the subject to money and Bethany was pleased that it was more than she’d expected. Nowhere near as much as the money that she got from the sessions at her uncles, but more than her father had told her to expect. Harry also told her that she could keep any tips that she got but she wasn’t too hopeful there; after all, what did she know about plumbing? They talked some more about various thing then Harry asked Bethany if she still wanted the job. “Off course I do.” Bethany replied. Harry got up and went round to Bethany. As she stood up Harry got yet another good look at that wet, young pussy. They shook hands and Harry told her to be there at 08:00 on the Tuesday. Just as she walked out of the door Bethany turned and said, “Oh Harry; what about the work clothes?” “Don’t worry about that Bethany, you can change into them when you get to work.” Harry then told Hunter that his work day was moving to Sundays; but that he’d get the same amount of money. That last bit sold it for Hunter as it would be 4 hours less work each week for the same money. Bethany arrived at work 15 minutes early and had to wait outside for Harry to arrive. All the way there she had been wondering about the work clothes that she’d have to wear; half expecting it to be some sort of ugly overalls. She wasn’t looking forward to having to wear trousers. Imagine her surprise when Harry took her into his office and passed her a bag telling her that she would be trialling a number of different work clothes to find the one that suited her the most. When she pulled the clothes out of the bag all she found was a short T shirt and a VERY short skirt. “This is it?” Bethany asked. “Yes, why?” Harry replied. “They’re gorgeous Harry; I was expecting some big, horrible overalls like my dad wears.” Bethany said as she put it down and stripped off the skirt and top which was all that she was wearing. Pulling the T shirt on it soon became obvious that it is made of a sheer mesh gauze that is completely see through. What’s more, it only goes half way down her ribs. The bottom half of her ‘B’s are exposed. Next was the skirt. It’s only 6 inches long and like a schoolgirl’s pleated skirt. It fits her perfectly, perching on her hips and leaving her pussy and butt only just covered. Smoothing her hands down the front and back, Bethany said, “It’s gorgeous, and just the same length as my summer dresses. Thank you Harry, I’ll be very happy to wear these.” “Well, Bethany, this is just one of the options that I’m considering. Over the next few weeks I’ll be giving you a number of different work clothes to try-out. When we’ve gone through all of them I’ll make a decision.” “A decision about what?” “The work clothes of course; or would you prefer to work naked young lady?” “Can I?” “No Bethany, you can’t.” Well that was what Harry said; but he intended to get her naked as often as possible, and to fuck her as often as possible. The more of her flesh that was exposed to the customers the better. ‘Skin sells’ was what he firmly believed in. Harry spent the next hour or so showing Bethany around and how things worked. Bethany was pleased that there was nothing there that looked too big or too heavy for her to lift. When she told that to Harry he told her that he concentrated on the small, every day things leaving the things like bathroom suites to the specialists. He told her that only things that she might have a problem with are the 2 metre lengths of pipe and the water cylinders. He took her to where he kept the cylinders and lifted one with one hand. Bethany did the same and then said, “That was a lot lighter than it looks.” “Most of it is insulation.” Harry replied. At that time of the morning there weren’t many customers but when one did come in Harry served them whilst they stared at Bethany’s chest. One of the customers left with what he’d gone in for and a pack of 10 x 15mm connectors that Harry found it easy to sell to him as he stared at Bethany. When Harry showed Bethany how to work the till he stood directly behind her and after a couple of minutes he realised that she was gently twerking her butt against the top of his legs. That action got a response from his cock which needed some attention. Harry had to put the closed sign up for 20 minutes after that whilst he christened his new sofa. It was only afterwards that Bethany asked Harry if he’d given her anything nasty. When Harry said not, Bethany said ‘good’ and said that they needn’t use a condom when they did it again. One of the tasks that Bethany would have to do was to use the computer to check exactly what someone wanted if the description wasn’t clear enough for her. It isn’t a difficult task and you can get the customer to guide you through it; but Bethany’s knowledge on plumbing and computers was very limited. What’s more, Harry had already realised that Bethany would need quite a bit of coaching to become competent at this. So, around mid-day when things were quiet, Harry called her over and stood her in front of the PC. Harry stood right behind her so that he could see what was on the screen, and what Bethany was doing on the keyboard (Harry is a good foot taller than Bethany). As Harry was talking he realised that Bethany was leaning back on him and grinding her butt against the top of his legs. It was a sort of repeat of what she had done when he was showing her how the till worked. After a couple of minutes of that Harry had an idea. Telling Bethany not to move he went into the storeroom in search of a wooden box that he knew he had. When he returned he got Bethany to stand on the box then continued with the lesson telling Bethany that it would be easier if she were higher up. When Harry continued with the lesson Bethany soon realised that it was in fact better. When she leaned back she could feel Harry’s hard cock against her little skirt. That fact made her push back harder and move from side to side. After another couple of minutes Harry couldn’t stand it anymore and he unzipped his trousers and got his cock out. Leaning forward to meet Bethany’s butt, he adjusted himself so that his cock slid between her legs. Bethany gave out a little squeal then squeezed her legs together for a second before slowly moving her butt back and forwards. The lesson continued but got slower and slower. In the end Harry lifted Bethany up and lowered her onto his cock, which she eagerly took. Reaching round her and sliding his hands up her T shirt, Harry fucked her for all he was worth; Bethany getting quite vocal with the oows and arrggh and yes’ and oh fucks. Harry had timed it perfectly because just as he jerked the last drop of his semen into Bethany’s hot little cunt the automatic doorbell rang and in walked a delivery man with a large box. Quickly removing his hands from Bethany’s rock hard nipples, Harry backed-up and said, “Would you go and sign for that please Bethany?” Bethany stepped off the box and went round to the front of the shop where the delivery man was just standing up after putting the box on the floor. Not really believing what he was seeing, the delivery man just stood there staring at Bethany’s see through T shirt and still rock hard nipples. Bethany just stood in front of him, not sure what was going on and not sure what she was supposed to be signing. After about 5 seconds the man came out of his trance and said, “Oh sorry, can you sign this please?” He passed her his little portable terminal and showed her where to sign then said, “Oh, I should have scanned the barcode on the box first, could you do it for me please? Just point the terminal at the barcode on the side and it will do the rest. It’ll bleep when it’s found it.” Bethany looked a bit puzzled but did as the man asked. When nothing happened the man told her to get a bit closer. Bethany had had to turn her back to the man to face the barcode label but when he told her to go a bit closer, she had to bend over. Harry’s face suddenly got a big grin on it as Bethany’s skirt rode up her back giving him, and the delivery man, the beautiful sight of her bare butt with her pussy between the her bubbly cheeks, and Harry’s semen leaking out. Both men were mesmerised as they waited for Bethany to get the terminal to bleep at her. No one will ever know if Bethany was deliberately pointing the terminal away from the barcode or she was just struggling to get the terminal at the right angle to read the barcode; but it was a good 10 seconds before the terminal bleeped and Bethany stood up; snapping both men out of their daze. Harry still had a big grin on his face as the man thanked Bethany, turned and left. “I think that this is an opportune moment to teach you the safe ways of lifting things up from the floor.” Harry said as Bethany walked back to him. “Let’s start with heavy things like that box that’s just arrived. If you are to lift it on your own you squat down and put your arms round it. Then you lift using the muscles in your legs. You try it.” Bethany did; the strain showing on her face. Harry was standing at Bethany’s 3 o’clock. Just as she was about to lift Harry saw a drop of his semen land on the floor below her. “Okay, put it down, again, using your legs. Do not bend your back for heavy boxes. If there are 2 of you then squat down one on either side; okay?” Bethany squat down and lowered the box to the floor. “Right Bethany, now light things. Ladies pick up something light by standing in front of it, spreading their legs then bending at the waist. It’s best if you turn your back to anyone who’s there when you do that.” “Why is that Harry, and why is it best for girls to do it that way? Should boys do it differently?” “Yes Bethany; boys have things between their legs that means that it’s best if they do it a different way.” “Okay boss.” Bethany replied; obviously not understanding or trying to work it out. If she had she would have realised that it was a load of crap. Harry just said it to so that she’d expose her butt and pussy whenever she picked anything up. “Remember Bethany, your leg muscles are the strongest that you have so use them to lift heavy things, and never bend your back.” “That box was really heavy Harry; I only just managed to pick it up. I think that I need to get some exercise.” As soon as Bethany said that Harry had a vision of Bethany doing exercises in the storeroom; totally naked of course. “Hmm,” Harry said, “maybe I could get you an exercise machine and you could build up your muscles when things are quiet.” “That would be nice.” Bethany replied. After some more computer training, where Harry rubbed his cock along Bethany’s slit, and letting Bethany loose on a couple of customers; Harry started to feel hungry. Telling Bethany that he usually went to the little sandwich shop just up the road, or occasionally to the McDonalds just down the road; both true; Bethany volunteered to go for them. Harry gave Bethany some money and told her to go to the sandwich shop for something for both of them. Bethany asked if she should get changed into her own clothes to go. Harry was just about to say yes but suddenly changed his mind. Although it would be great to see her naked (twice) as she changed, his second thought was to share her near nakedness with the people on the street and in the sandwich shop. Bethany didn’t even think of what she was, or wasn’t, wearing as she stepped out of the door and nearly skipped down the street. When she got back Harry told her that it was okay to eat, and drink, in the shop; but if a customer came in then she was to put the food and drink under the counter until the shop was empty again. Bethany immediately jumped up and sat on the counter, facing Harry, and started eating her sandwich. She didn’t cross her legs, in fact her knees were about a foot apart and Harry could easily see her bald pubes and the front of her slit. Food finished, the next couple of hours were busy with customers, most of which Harry let Bethany at least start the sale. Harry kept smiling as he watched the customers staring at her tits and watching her as she went to get whatever was needed. They; and Harry obviously preferred it when she went round the front of the counter to get something. Even more so when she remembered what Harry had told her about picking something up from the bottom of the displays. The rest of the day went slowly and quickly. Watching Bethany work, Harry realised that Bethany wasn’t the quickest of learner but she was certainly enthusiastic. What’s more, he’d already made a couple of sales that the customer hadn’t planned on and he was sure that word about the nearly naked girl would quickly spread and business would soon be booming. Both of them were happy as Bethany took off her work clothes at the end of the day and gave Harry a blowjob before getting dressed to leave. Now is probably a good time to describe the layout of the shop and storeroom. From the street you go into a room about 20 feet by 20 feet. In front of the wall facing you, and to the right is the sales counter. At the left of the back wall is a double door into the storeroom. Going through that door you are in a big room – the storeroom. On your right just through the double doors is Harry’s office, about 20 feet by 10 feet; on your left about 15 feet in, along the wall is the toilet. It needed to be there because of the plumbing. There are racks either side of the toilet. That night Harry re-modelled the part of the storeroom on the left wall before the toilet. He worked out that he could easily move the racks to somewhere else and install a shower and a small area for a workout machine and a rubber mat. Getting rid of the door between the shop and the storeroom would allow anyone standing at that side of the shop to see Bethany showering and working out. He also decided that he needed a small one-way glass windows between his office and the shop. He smiled as he thought about sitting in his office looking through the window and watching Bethany’s cute butt as she served customers. Harry dug out the phone number of another of Bethany’s uncle’s friends that joined them for the weekly sessions, ready to phone him the next day. Bethany was full of herself when she got home but Lucas and Chad weren’t as happy; they’d had to get the evening meal ready because their father had promised to come home early so that Bethany could tell him all about her new job. The brothers worked out that they just had the time to fuck her before their father got home; if all 3 of them finished getting the meal ready. Bethany’s pussy was leaking both her brother’s semen as their father arrived home and they sat down to eat. Bethany’s food was cold by the time that she’d finished telling the 3 of them all (not quite all) about her day. The next day Bethany again arrived for work early and was again waiting for Harry when he arrived. Harry decided that he needed to get her a key and teach her how the alarm worked. Bethany started to get changed into her work clothes but when she was completely naked she turned and looked at Harry. Both stared at each other for a few seconds then Bethany lay on the sofa and said, “Fuck me Harry.” After that the day got off to a slow start. Harry got on the phone to Tim and when he told him what he was thinking of doing Tim promised to call round soon. In between customers coming in, Harry spent more time teaching Bethany how to use the computer but she found it difficult to concentrate with Harry’s hands playing with her nipples and his cock in her pussy. They nearly got caught again when another customer came in and was promptly confused by the 2 rock hard nipples distracting him from what he actually wanted. After adjusting his trousers, Harry managed to get the man to buy the more expensive version of what he came in for. The customer was happy, he’d enjoyed his purchase experience; Harry was happy because he’s managed to sell the customer a more expensive part than he’s originally wanted; and Bethany was happy on 2 counts; firstly, her pussy had just been fucked, and secondly, Harry was happy with her. After another visit to the sandwich shop Bethany again sat on the counter to eat her sandwich. This time though, she sat with one foot up on the counter. Her reason for doing that was that she could feed her mouth with her left hand and slowly rub her clit whilst she was eating. She hadn’t even thought about the ball-aching view that she was giving Harry. Bethany was still sat like that when Tim walked through the front door but as soon as she heard the automatic doorbell she jumped down and turned to welcome the customer. When she saw that it was Tim she ran round to him, put her arms round his neck and gave him a big kiss. Tim eased her off him them held her at arm’s length while he looked her up and down. “Wow Bethany; look at you. Is this your work outfit then? I see that Harry’s looking after you. I bet that you were diddling your pussy when I came in weren’t you?” Bethany blushed and nodded her head as Tim lifted the front of her skirt and ran a finger along her slit. Lifting it up to her face, Tim let her look at her juices on his finger and just as she opened her mouth to suck his finger, Tim put it in his own mouth. “Good for you girl; keep up the good work.” Tim turned and walked over to Harry. As he approached him he said, “You lucky bastard; right, let’s have a look at the job.” Harry and Tim went into the storeroom leaving Bethany to finish her lunch and wait for the next customer. Apart from 2 instances where Bethany had to come and ask Harry for help, Harry and Tim spent the next hour or so discussing Harry’s ideas. When they were done Harry went into the shop and sent Bethany to his office, telling her that Tim need her help for a few minutes. Twenty minutes later Bethany walked back into the shop, fastening her skirt as she went through the door. Five minutes after that Tim walked back into the shop, told Harry that he’d be back in the morning to start the job, winked at Bethany and left. Tim arrived at the shop the next morning, just after Harry had fucked Bethany. She was just starting to put her work clothes on when Tim came through from the shop followed by Harry. “Bethany,” Harry said, “can you help Tim move things away from the area where the shower and workout area is going please?” “Yeah, sure boss; err should I bother getting dressed then; I don’t want to get these dirty.” “Good idea Bethany.” Harry replied. For the next hour Harry was on his own in the shop, and he occasionally heard Bethany squealing and moaning. Harry smiled, knowing that Tim was probably fucking her. At one point Tim wanted Harry to see something so he sent Bethany to get him. She walked straight through the door into the shop, still totally naked, and had to stand there for a few seconds whilst Harry finished telling a customer about something. When Harry didn’t get an answer from the customer he looked up and saw that the man was staring at the naked Bethany. Harry let the customer stare for a while then turned to Bethany and asked her what she wanted. Bethany told Harry that Tim wanted to see him and Harry said, “Hang on a minute; I’ll just finish serving this customer then I’ll be right with you; just wait there Bethany.” Serving that customer took at least twice the time it would have if Bethany hadn’t been standing there, totally naked and in full view of the customer. Eventually the customer left and Harry and Bethany went to the storeroom where Tim told Harry more about how he was going to do the job. Harry was happy, Tim was happy, and Bethany hadn’t a clue what they were talking about. She just stood there, quite bored, with her right hand drifting to her pussy where her clit got a little more swollen. When the conversation ended Harry looked at Bethany and asked Tim if he needed her any more. “Regretfully no.” was the reply so Harry told her to put her work clothes on and join him in the front. Things got back to normal in the front and Tim got on with the conversion in the back. At lunchtime Harry sent Bethany to the McDonalds for some take-out and the 3 of them sat in Harry’s office eating. Harry got Bethany to sit on the front edge of his desk while he and Tim sat on the sofa looking right up Bethany’s legs. I say right up because she sat with her knees about 18 inches apart and she occasionally flicked her clit or tweaked her nipples as she ate. Harry wondered if she did that when she was eating at home. The afternoon saw Harry and Bethany busy in the shop and Tim made good progress with the new drains and a concrete plinth that would allow the water from the open shower to run down to the new drain. Tim left before Harry and Bethany and Bethany asked Harry if she could give him a blowjob before she put her street clothes on. Tim was a bit late in the next day, but the tiles, vanity unit and shower arrived and Harry got Bethany to help the delivery man unload them and take them into the storeroom. I’m not sure if Bethany was deliberately flashing the delivery man or not, but he certainly had a great view as she kept bending at the waist to pick up the smaller boxes from the tailgate which the driver had lowered to the ground. When Tim arrived he was happy that the concrete was dry enough for him to get on with the tiling, stopping only when Bethany got back from the sandwich shop. Harry had to wait for his as the shop was busy and Bethany ate hers with her left hand because her right hand was busy working on her pussy. Tim watched her for a while then went and got a condom which soon got used for what it was intended. The doors between the shop and the storeroom got replaced with hanging beads and the little window between the shop and Harry’s office got fitted that day as well. Later that afternoon the rubber mats for Bethany’s workout area arrived and another delivery man got very uncomfortable in his trousers. The following day Bethany let herself in with the new key that Harry had given her. She was using a dildo on herself on the sofa when Harry arrived. He soon replaced that with something very much more life-like. The tiling got finished, the vanity unit got fitted and the rubber mats put in place that day. Tim borrowed Bethany for a while before he left, promising to see her on the Sunday at her uncle’s house. At the end of the day Harry stood next to Bethany looking at the new area. Bethany was a bit confused by the lack of a curtain round the shower until Harry told her to treat it like the open showers at swimming pools. Bethany seemed happy with that, and when Harry explained that the hanging beads on the door opening would make it easier for them to go between the 2 rooms. She giggled and said that she’d be able to see through the shop and onto the street when she was having a shower. “Oh yes; does that bother you?” Harry asked. “Oh no, it means that I’ll be able to see all the people walking by and wonder where they are going.” She either didn’t realise that if she could see out then anyone passing by, or in the shop, would be able to see her having a shower, or doing her workout. When Bethany got to work the next day the vanity unit was full of new towels and soaps, shampoo and conditioner. “Feel free to have a shower whenever you want.” Harry said as he watched her strip and spread her legs ready to take Harry. That afternoon the multi-gym unit arrived complete with a man to set it up and show someone how to use it. Harry told Bethany that as she would be the one using it she had better find out how to use it. The man had got a big smile on his face, and a big bulge in his trousers, when he’d seen Bethany when he arrived, but when she stripped naked saying that she wouldn’t be wearing anything when she used it, the poor man nearly had an accident in his trousers. As they were about to start Harry had a brainwave. Running out to his car, he came back with a video camera and asked if Bethany or the man would mind if he recorded everything. Bethany was quite happy, saying that it would help her to remember everything that the man was telling her and showing her. The man just didn’t care; he was getting to be close-up to a naked attractive young girl. Harry setup the camera on some boxes and left them to it. It was the longest demonstration that he’d ever given and it wasn’t helped by Bethany repeatedly asking him to go over parts of it again. He wasn’t sure if she was teasing him, just a bit thick, or what; but he didn’t care. When he’d finally finished Bethany asked him if he knew any exercises that she could do on the mats that would make her more flexible and stronger. It was 5 o’clock by then and Harry had closed the shop but he was quite happy to watch the man put Bethany into all sorts of positions on the mat. For some reason, all those positions involved Bethany stretching her legs wide. It was going on for 7 o’clock when the man final left after giving Bethany his phone number and telling her to phone him if she had any questions or if she wanted him to go over anything again. By that time both Bethany and Harry were as horny as hell and Bethany pounced on Harry as soon as their eyes met. Both Chad and Lucas complained to Bethany about having to get their own tea ready when she finally got home. To make up for it she went to both their rooms later and gave them a blowjob. When Harry arrived at work the next morning he found a naked Bethany using the multi-gym. After watching her for a while, fucking her; then watching her in the shower; Harry had a chat with her and told her that she could use the multi-gym and do floor exercises whenever they weren’t busy. Fearing that business would boom and that they’d be busy all of the time, Harry told her that he’d make sure that she had at least one full hour per day. Then he had another idea and he got Bethany to phone the man and ask him to come back because she’d forgotten how to do something. When Bethany asked him why, Harry told her that he’d heard that the man had another job as well; that he was a talent scout as well. Bethany was so excited and phoned the man. When he came back the next afternoon Bethany made sure that he got to see every square inch of her. She also gave him a memory stick with all Lucas’s slideshows on. What Harry didn’t tell Bethany was that the man was a talent scout for a kid’s football team. The next time that Bethany was working out Harry went into the shop, and then outside onto the street to check that the view of Bethany working out and showering was as good as he’d expected. It was. Harry was pleased with his work and decided that he’d get a coffee vending machine installed on that side of the shop; and big screen TV put up on the wall. His idea being that for most of the day it would show the news, but when Bethany was working out or showering, he could switch it to show what 2 new cameras that he was going to install near the workout area would be capturing. When Bethany saw the workout area on the monitor she asked Harry if he’d record her doing her workout and showering, and post the video on YouTube. She told him that it would help to get her noticed and hopefully get her modelling career started. What Bethany didn’t know was that Harry had got a third camera installed. It was under the serving counter and was aimed at pussy height, right where Bethany had decided to stand most of the time. That camera was only linked to Harry’s computer. He could sit at his desk looking at Bethany’s butt through the little windows that Tim had installed, and looking at her pussy on his monitor. He liked it best when Bethany was stood there when there were no customers because she often opened her legs a bit and played with her pussy. Over the next few months, sales did go up quite a lot and Bethany settled into a routine that meant that customers could predict when was the best time to go to the shop for a show. Bethany also got reasonably competent at her job as well. Harry got Bethany to try various items of clothing at work; all of the skirts barely covered her butt and pussy and all the tops were see-through. Browsing the internet one day, Harry came across a dungarees bib micro dress. Of course it was intended to be worn over a T shirt but Harry imagined Bethany wearing nothing but the dress as she served the customers. A couple of days later, when it arrived, Harry called Bethany into his office and gave her the dress to put on. She held it up and said, “Wow, I’ve never had a dress like this before, it looks nice.” Stripping then stepping in to it Bethany asked Harry to adjust the shoulder straps. He adjusted them until the hem was just covering her butt; then he went round the front of her. He looked her up and down, told her how nice she looked then unfastened the usual denim jeans metal fasteners and each side. As he let go of each side the flaps flopped over baring her hips. “That’s better.” Harry said; then moved up to the bib. No adjustment was possible but as he moved it from side to side one of Bethany’s rock hard nipples popped out. Harry did that until Bethany asked him if he was trying to get her worked up. He laughed then said that the bib would do that as she moved around the shop. He was right, the bib was just wide enough to cover both nipples when she just stood there but as soon as she moved, one or both of her nipples would pop out. “Beautiful.” Harry said; then went back down to the skirt part. Harry was happy that he had bought the right size because when he gently pulled the bottom of the bib out, he could see right into the sides and to her bald pubes. Harry backed away to admire her. Bethany promptly did a twirl then said, “Apart from the straps over my shoulders and the bib touching my boobies, I feel like I’ve got nothing on.” Harry didn’t say anything but he was thinking that it was exactly the reaction and look that he wanted. He also decided to get back on the internet and order 2 more. Harry was also right about Bethany’s movements doing her job getting her all excited. Her nipples kept rubbing against the sides of the bib as they slid in and out of cover. What’s more, the customers liked seeing one, and sometimes two, rock hard nipples on display. Harry had done a good job teaching Bethany how to make extra sales when the customer couldn’t concentrate on what they had originally wanted and she earned every penny that Harry was paying her. Other things changed over the next few months; one was that Bethany got her first boyfriend, Owen. She met him one Sunday afternoon at her uncle’s house. His father, Dave, is one of her uncle’s friends and her uncle had agreed to let Owen go with his father to lose his virginity. Bethany had spotted Owen as soon as he’d walked into the back garden. She was busy posing for yet more naked photographs and getting touched-up as the guys moved her from one pose to another. When the blowjobs and fucking started Bethany had kept looking over to Owen hoping that he’d come for his turn. Eventually he did, but he only lasted for a few seconds before she felt his warm cum fill the condom. He apologised and went to the corner of the garden again. When the guys had finished with her and were standing around drinking from bottles of beer; Bethany, still naked, went over to Owen who again apologised for not lasting very long. They got talking and after a while Bethany could see that his cock was getting hard. She slowly moved a hand over to it and held it outside his trousers. When Owen said that he was going to cum again Bethany quickly unzipped his trousers and got her mouth over his cock just before he came. Swallowing every drop, Bethany kept sucking and it wasn’t long before Owen got hard again. This time Owen lasted longer before again filling her mouth. After she’d licked his cock clean she put it back in his trousers and when Owen again apologised for not lasting she told him that all he needed was more practice and she offered to help him. When he took her out a couple of nights later they went to a quiet carpark and fucked and sucked until it was time to go home. They got out of Owen’s car and fucked on a picnic bench. After they’d been at it for about an hour Bethany realised that they were being watched by a couple of men in the bushes. This seemed to make Bethany more eager and there was a new urgency for the naked Bethany to ride Owen cowgirl style so that the onlookers could see all of her body. Secretly she hoped that one of them would be a talent scout that would give her the big break that she craved. Over the next couple of dates Owen got a lot more confident and told her that he really liked her and that he loved the way she dressed. Apparently, word about her workwear had got round and Owen asked to see her in it. Bethany invited Owen to pick her up from work one night and on the appointed night Bethany had asked Harry if she could wear her dungaree dress for her date. After fucking her, Harry agreed and told her to enjoy her evening. Meanwhile, Owen was getting very confident with Bethany and not only liking the way that she dressed (or not), but dreaming about taking her places to show her off. He decided that jealousy was not for him, he was proud of her and her body, and he wanted to world to see what they were missing. He started taking her to public places quite a lot; just so that people could see how lucky he was. Bethany invited Owen to meet her brothers and father and they all had a very pleasant evening watching the slideshows of Bethany’s body’s develop over the years. As the men were watching the slideshow Bethany was sat next to Owen, idly diddling her clit; yes, she’d not bothered putting any clothes on for Owen’s visit. Bethany’s family approved of Owen and he became a regular visitor at her home, and the shop. He liked going there when Bethany was working out and listening to the comments from the other guys that had gone to the shop either to buy something, or just stand there, drinking coffee and watch her. He was proud of her and her body. It was a different story when Owen took Bethany to meet his parents. For starters, Owen asked her to wear something under her bib dungarees dress; he told her that his mother was a prude, so she wore one of the see through T shirts that Harry had bought her. Owen also asked Bethany not to mention her uncle or the photography and ‘fun’ sessions; and that his father would pretend that he was meeting her for the first time. Bethany was quite nervous when she and Owen walked into his parent’s home. They saw his mother first; she looked Bethany up and down and said a very polite hello, but Bethany, and Owen, could tell that she wasn’t impressed. Going through her mind was her disappointment that her son had a girlfriend that dressed like a tramp, a slut. Then it was to Owen’s father; he stepped forward and shook her hand. While he was saying hello, he winked at her and made her smile. When they went and sat on the sofa Owen whispered to Bethany telling her to cross her legs. He wasn’t bothered about his father seeing up her skirt to her bald pubes but he was sure that his mother wouldn’t approve. Shortly after that Owen’s younger sister, Aria, walked in. When Owen introduced her, Aria said, “Wow, I like the outfit.” That made Bethany relax a bit and she remembered seeing Aria at school. Aria was 2 years behind Bethany. The whole conversation over tea was quite un-nerving for Bethany and when Owen’s mother and Aria were in the kitchen washing the pots there were 2 conversations going on and Bethany could hear both. In the kitchen Owen’s mother was telling Aria that Bethany was a slut, that her dress was obscenely short and that she obviously wasn’t wearing bra because everyone could see most of her breasts. Aria was defending Bethany saying that Bethany was just wearing what most girls wore these days; it was fashion and that her mother was out of touch with the younger generation. Meanwhile, both Owen and his father were telling Bethany to ignore Owen’s mother; Aria was right. They also kept telling Bethany that she looked great, perhaps a little over-dressed but nice and cute and beautiful. Bethany chose to ignore what Owen’s mother had said and even decided to let her see that she wasn’t wearing any knicker either. When Owen’s mother came back into the lounge Bethany un-crossed her legs and let her knees drift apart a bit. She also stopped adjusting the bib on her dress so that one of her nipples was often on show through the see through T shirt. Owen’s mother must have got a look up Bethany’s skirt because at one point Bethany saw the woman’s eyes open wide and her jaw drop. Bethany giggled a bit and Owen squeezed her hand. Bethany felt more relaxed after that; she’d got her revenge on the miserable prude. When Owen’s mother left the room to get something, Aria said that she liked Bethany’s outfit and asked her where she got it. All Aria could say was ‘Wow’ when Bethany told her that they were her work clothes and that her boss had bought them for her. Shortly after that Owen made their apologies and they left; only for Owen to take Bethany to a quiet carpark where they fucked like rabbits – again. Another thing that changed a few months down the line was that Harry had another brainwave; he wanted to have Bethany in a high state of arousal while she was serving customers. Of course the regular fucking and blowjobs that he got during the day, and the workouts and showers when being watched by male customers, had her simmering on low all day but Harry wanted her to be right on the edge when she was in front of male customers that she hadn’t seen before. Harry got on the internet and after a bit of googling, he ordered a remote controlled vibrating egg. When it arrived he couldn’t wait to get it inside Bethany’s pussy and give her a different type of workout. Bethany looked puzzled as Henry held it up in front of her. “What’s that for Harry? Most people have plastic fruit on display what the hell’s one egg for?” “Get on your back on the sofa and spread those sexy legs and I’ll show you girl.” Of course Bethany did just that without even thinking. As Harry pressed the egg into her she gasped but once in she said, “Okay, I feel a bit full, but isn’t that going to stop you fucking me?” Harry answered her by switching the egg on for a couple of seconds with the remote control. “Fucking hell Harry; what the fuck’s happening?” Bethany said as her right hand shot to her pussy and cupped it. “Relax girl; you’re going to like this.” Harry switched egg back on and left it set to low. “Ooow Harry, that’s nice; are you controlling that egg thing with that little box?” Just then the automatic doorbell rang and Harry told her to go and serve the customer. Harry watched her through the little window and on his computer as she served the customer. As she was ringing-up the sale Harry watched her squirm and move her butt from side to side. That was Harry’s que to turn the vibe up to full. As soon as he did he heard Bethany moan, then the customer asking her if she was okay. Harry watched with a smile on his face as Bethany orgasmed right in front of the man who just stared at her, not sure that he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. When Bethany was able she apologised to the man but didn’t say what caused her sudden lack of self-control. Harry kept Bethany very aroused for the rest of the day; but stopped short of making her cum again; except for when she was on her back on the workout machine; he just couldn’t resist making her cum again. On her part, Bethany was in the back and she thought she was alone so she didn’t hold back on the moans and expletives; all of which were heard on the monitor in the shop; and on Harry’s recording on his PC. That evening after they’d closed the shop, Bethany stripped then asked Harry to fuck her. Harry reminded her that she had the egg inside her pussy so she lay on the sofa, opened her legs wide and asked Harry to take it out. Harry did then he fucked her. Afterwards she said that she’d loved feeling very horny all afternoon. Harry grinned then said that he’s see what he could arrange. He also told her that he’d teach her how to squeeze the egg out herself. Bethany’s response was to say that she loved it when he took it out. The next morning, after they’d fucked, Harry explained what Kegel exercises were and got her to try it. He loved watching her pussy contract and relax as she got used to doing it. Harry told her that she should do it whenever she had nothing else to do. That lunchtime Harry got Bethany to spread her legs and he gently eased the egg into her pussy.

BSC02 the Adventures of Janet and Becky A story in the Blanke Schande College Universe by Murray Wilson Copyright© 2016 by Murray Wilson Chapter 8: A Real Nude Surprise The car was silent apart from the deep purr of the engine. Each of the four was lost in the world of their own reverie. It had been like this for an hour now when Janet broke the silence. They were coming into the outskirts of Aurora Hills. The sun was getting low in the sky when something odd caught her sharp green eyes. “Hey, did you see that?” she motioned to Becky. “No, what was it?” answered Becky. Janet paused then said, “Oh nothing. Probably just the light playing tricks on my eyes.” A few minutes passed when Peter, in the driving seat, giving Danny a rest, started to crane his head around and gave a long, “Heeeyyyyy!” “What is it?” Becky implored. “What did you see?” “I’m not sure” said Peter. “But I could have sworn that those girls playing in that park over there were ... were naked!” As they proceeded further into Aurora Hills everyone started seeing what Peter and Janet had thought they had seen. More and more the group in the car started seeing individual girls, and groups, of varying ages in the nude. Not all the girls were naked but a good many were and nobody outside seemed to mind. Peter pulled the car over to the curb just as three twelve year old girls giggled passed, naked and totally unconcerned. Their little budding breasts and the soft downy fur between their legs was clearly visible as was every other inch of their angular, pre-teen bodies and no mother or father was rushing out from anywhere to cover them up. Nobody was leering at them from any windows and no policeman was around to ask them why they were naked in the street. They just WERE naked in the street and it was OK! Becky, Janet, Peter and Danny all looked at each other and shrugged so Peter headed back out onto the road and made the rest of the trip back to his house. They were going to see how his parents handled Becky and Janet’s new Absolute nudity before seeing how Becky’s, Janet’s and Danny’s parents would handle it. They were a bit nervous even though a bit confused by the street nudity they had just witnessed. That was until they walked up to the front door of Peter’s home! Mrs Arnold swung the door open to greet them all and she was ... she was also totally and absolutely naked too. She stood there in the nude ready to hug and greet everyone with a big smile on her face. Peter Arnold, however, was frozen in his tracks and speechless. As usual Becky stepped forward to save the day. “Why, hello, Mrs Arnold. It’s wonderful to see you again. How lovely you look today and what have you done to your hair? It’s beautiful.” Becky gave her potential mother in-law a big hug then marched right on into the house. That broke the ice and the others soon followed suit. As Danny entered he couldn’t help but notice as he passed just what lovely tits Mrs Arnold had. They weren’t a young girl’s pair but they still had a firmness and shape that was admirable and two very perky nipples that stood proud and erect. Janet was quietly admiring Mrs Arnold’s ‘other hair’ ... a very bushy mound of dark pubic bush. The ample forest stood out a good inch from her skin and was very thick and full. Mr Arnold loved it that way, Janet found out later, and Mrs Arnold loved him running his hand (and other things!) through it when he was around. When they were all inside and sitting down with cups of coffee in their hands Mrs Arnold explained everything ... why she was in the nude and why they had seen all those other girls out on the street also without any clothes on. Apparently, and nobody knows how, word had got back to Aurora Hills, several days ago, about Becky and Janet’s decision to go Absolute and be nude everywhere, all the time on and OFF the Blanke Schande Campus. They had also found out that the girls were coming home this weekend to see how everyone handled their Absolute nudity. The Mayor of Aurora Hills, Angela Jones, had a daughter that was about to start at Blanke Schande College and Angela Jones was all for it and wanted to encourage her daughter in any way she could. The Mayor called an emergency council meeting and made a sweeping decree that any female in Aurora Hills could go totally nude if they wanted to from Thursday morning until Sunday night without any fear of prosecution. Any female, of any age, could for those four days go anywhere, anytime totally naked. She wanted Becky and Janet to feel completely at home while they were here. Angela Jones also wanted her daughter to get the best possible confidence boost before her daughter headed off to BSC herself. Mrs Arnold then told them how she gave this total nudity a try herself early yesterday morning and was thrilled at how much she loved it. She hadn’t put a stitch of clothing on since. Some of her friends had done the same and before the day was out they were all stepping out into the streets showing off their tits, asses and pussies and loving it. She also told them how all the young girls of the town took to it instantly giving all the boys a wonderful thrill and everyone else thought it was just great too. Groups of naked girls and women started appearing all over the place and what a tonic it proved to be for the population of Aurora Hills. The town was all abuzz and everyone was starting to think how it should become an annual event. Who knows they thought ... other towns might follow their lead! As Mrs Arnold was relating all this the telephone rang. It was Becky’s mother wanting to know if the kids were home yet. Mrs Arnold said they were and that she should come over. Mrs Bartell did come over and with Mrs Brown and Mrs Rivers in tow ... and they too were totally naked and looking great. What a real nude surprise it was for Danny, Peter, Janet and Becky to be sitting there talking to their naked mothers. Danny knew immediately where Janet got her stunning looks from. Mrs Rivers had the same pointy tits and they still had that distinctive puffiness that everyone loved about Janet’s tits. Janet’s mother also still had a beautiful figure and her own lovely patch of black bush between her legs. What was even more amazing was the same way one of her pink pussy lips was always poking out, just like Janet’s. As for Mrs. Bartell ... well here tits were just stunning. They were bigger and rounder than Becky’s and seemed to just beg to be fondled. Becky, obviously, still had a bit more developing to do in the breast department, much to Danny’s delight. Mrs. Bartell’s pussy patch was also the same soft blonde color as Becky’s and beautifully manicured and she just loved having it on display. Mrs. Brown also had a lovely body. Everyone could tell that she had been keeping it in trim. Her muscular legs and waist looked fantastic not to mention her two, not overly big, but beautifully toned breasts. She also had a completely shaved pussy that gave an awesome view of her ample pussy lips as observed by Peter. Her labia minora must have hung down below the labia majora by a good inch when she stood up. Peter only hoped that Mr. Brown fully appreciated the equipment that Mrs. Brown was sporting. It looked tremendous and seemed to be all in perfect working order. The four mothers knew their bodies were being closely scrutinized by this group and they loved it. It made them each feel very horny and they knew that their husbands were not going to get much sleep that night. “Well,” said Mrs. Arnold finally. “You kids must be very tired after your long drive so don’t let us old ladies hold you up. You all need to get a good night’s sleep.” The four ‘kids’ looked at each and agreed it was time to go. Danny dropped Peter and Becky off at the Bartell’s place then Janet at her place next door to his. Danny and Janet were both very tired and had decided to sleep separately just for that Friday night. Danny soon found his way to his old room and climbed into bed. Even though he was very tired he still found the time and energy to start masturbating to the vision of Mrs Bartell’s awesome breasts. Semen was soon spurting all over his sheets but in his mind it was going all over her pretty nipples ... every last drop! Danny then quietly fell asleep and started dreaming of spurting semen all over Becky’s lovely breasts and nipples then licking each one clean ... slowly and carefully - every last inch of them. Chapter 9: An Innocent Question Saturday morning saw Danny, Janet, Peter and Becky entertaining Angela Jones, the Mayor of Aurora Hills, and her daughter Katrina, in Danny’s home for morning tea. Danny’s parents were out for the day and Katrina had come over with her mother, both in the nude of course, to talk to the group about life at Blanke Schande College. Although Katrina was still very keen she did have a lot of questions she hoped the group could answer. Katrina sat with rapt attention looking like a slightly smaller, but identical, version of her mother. She had exactly the same build and the same dark hair - cropped just below the ears. They both had the same cute but unobtrusive breasts with surprisingly dark nipples. Both had trimmed their pussy hair to the same quarter inch strip that ran down in a straight line right into their vaginal cleft. Both of them also had a mass of intricately folded pussy lip bulging out of that cleft - like someone had pushed in a whole heap of skin and it was all now threatening to fall out. They both sat there with rapt attention and legs together as Janet and Becky talked. They told Katrina about the great range of study programs the College had to offer and all the extra-curricula programs you could enroll in. They went on to explain the state of the art facilities in the science wing along with all the very hi-tech ‘gizmos’ in the computer block not to forget the incredible gymnasium and sports equipment - all at the student’s disposal. Katrina was taking all this in when, after a brief pause, she quietly and innocently asked, “And ... and what ... what exactly is Presenting?” The girls had planned to talk about this later. The concept of Presenting could sometimes put prospective students off. It was a lot of fun but was often quite daunting for novitiates. Janet and Becky looked at each other, then at the boys then at each other again. “Oh well. Now is as good a time as any” Janet said looking at Becky for approval. Becky nodded so Janet continued. Her beautiful greens eyes flashed at Katrina as she began. “Presenting is when a naked female student gets to display her wonderful charms to anyone who asks and she can be as provocative as she likes!” Janet noticed Katrina and her mother involuntarily close up their legs. “Female modesty of any kind is forbidden at Blanke Schande and the empowering effect it has on everyone is immense!” Janet stated clearly. “Let me demonstrate.” The two girls then showed their audience all the different ways a girl could Present her tits, her ass and finally her vaginal cleft ... her pussy, her cunt, her flaps ... or whatever other name people used. They used Danny and Peter as willing assistants and explained to Katrina how all female students had to attend Presenting Classes to learn the art and how to do it properly. There was a very definite protocol that could land a male or female with considerable embarrassment if not followed carefully. Students had been known to gain a real social stigma if they refused, for whatever reason, to ASK FOR or PERFORM a Presenting in the proper manner. While Janet and Becky were going through all this Danny and Peter had noticed Katrina’s and Angela’s knees slowly getting wider and wider apart. Eventually they were both sitting up on the couch with their knees up high and those knees and their feet as wide apart as possible. Their hands were by their sides and they were Presenting their own sable haired pussies to the room without even being aware of it. Their bulging labia had also spread wide open and each with a lovely frame of dark bristle running around the edge. Their vaginal clefts now also displayed a lovely soft shade of pink and both women were just so incredibly wet and just so incredibly turned on. Katrina’s eyes were wide open as she watched Janet Present to Danny her own lovely vagina in a final demonstration of the various Presenting poses before sitting back down on the floor. Before anyone could speak both mother and daughter had their own right hand on their own respective pussy and they were each rubbing it furiously. The feeling deep between their legs had become just too much for them. They were running their fingers around their own bountiful pussy flaps and each pulling at their own clitoris. Fingers were also going in and out of their vaginas with increasing frequency and force. Both women had now clenched their eyes shut as the pleasure of the moment overcame them. They had most certainly never masturbated in front of each other before but neither of them cared. Soon they were both panting and moaning very loudly with their tits heaving in and out as they climaxed together and the waves of pleasure swept over them. Their toes curled up tightly and their free hand seemed to be gripping the couch for fear of death. The intense pleasure soon subsided. Mother and daughter rested for a few moments then looked at each other and hugged. It had been one of the most powerful bonding sessions they had ever known. The other four just looked on and smiled. Self Relief is certainly permitted and encouraged at BSC they told their guests. “Good!” said Katrina with her cute little breasts still heaving from the exertion. “I think I am going to need lots of it!” “Oh, you will” said Becky with a kinky smile. “You will!” The two guests thanked Janet, Becky, Daniel and Peter for their time then left leaving the four to get on with their day as they liked. “Well, how do you think that all went?” Janet asked. “Oh, just wonderful. I think you really sold them both on Blanke Schande” Peter said but what he was really thinking was... “Before this weekend is out I’m going to suck those puffy nipples of yours and plant my cock right into your pink vagina. See if I don’t!” “Those are some pretty smooth moves you have their, Becky. I have never seen some of them before” said Daniel after Peter’s remark. But what he was really thinking was. “Those big round tits of yours are going to get my semen all over them before we leave. Just you watch me!” As for the girls ... well Janet still had Peter’s ‘tickly knob’ on here mind and Becky was getting hungrier and hungrier for another feel of Danny’s Big Stiff Cock but this time in more than just her hand! After a few moments of general chit-chat all four freshened themselves up then they all headed off in Danny’s car to explore this new Nude Female Town they had somehow created out of nothing ... just overnight as it seemed! Chapter 10: Seven Pussies All in a Row It really was wonderful for the four of them to get out and to wander around the town with so many nude females about. The age range went from the oldest grandmother to the youngest infant. The females of the town seemed to have adopted total nudity like it was next to breathing. No nude female seemed to be worrying about how fat or skinny they were or if their boobs were too big or too small. They just got out there and enjoyed the feeling of the air and sun all over their skin. The normally young and shy teenage girls seemed more than happy to have their little round budding breasts, with their puffy nipples, in full view of all the boys and not one single boy hassled them. In fact most of the girls walked around with their nipples thrust proudly forward in total confidence of their nudity. They also seemed completely free and open about their soft downy pussies being on full display. Many of these girls could be seen sitting around the place with their legs spread proudly apart showing off the cutest sets of pussy lips one could imagine. The younger pre-teen girls also thought it was just so fantastic. Running around with no clothes on ALL DAY was a dream come true. It was going to be very hard for them to have to get dressed again to go to school on Monday morning. The older girls with the fully developed breasts and mature pubic hair and thighs were also relishing the chance to sunbathe openly naked. They loved the idea of having their tits and vaginas, shaved or unshaved, on display for the boys. If they could just only pressure the authorities to let them do this all the time then they would never have to worry about tan lines again ... well, not around Aurora Hills anyway! As for the mothers and grandmothers they found it just so relaxing to walk together down the street or go shopping totally naked with their families and not have to worry about what to put on. It also made then all feel just so much healthier and cleaner without the restricting feel of tight clothing over their skin. The reduced laundry load was also a major added bonus. The four BSC students were quietly observing all this as they drifted slowly down into the town square where they spotted the Mayor’s daughter. “Hey look over their” said Danny. “I think that’s Katrina Jones.” “Yes, I think you are right. It is Katrina!” said Peter. “Let’s go over and say Hi.” So they all changed the direction of their stroll and headed over to the lovely naked Katrina Jones. When Katrina saw them she waved and called out, “Hey, come over here. I want to show you guys something.” Katrina’s naked body then disappeared briefly around a corner before coming back with seven of her girl friends. All of them were very pretty and all seven were just as naked as Katrina was. They all looked great with their lovely young breasts swinging in front of them and their beautifully shaped legs and waistlines. Crowning those legs and waistlines off were seven very sexy and youthful looking vaginas. Some of those vaginas were completely shaved and some were abundantly hairy but they all looked great. All seven naked girls, as well as Katrina, also had gorgeous butts that swung along just so beautifully in that special way that only young female butts can. Katrina addressed Janet and said, “I remembered everything you showed me and mom this morning and I’ve been teaching these girls all about Presenting. Most of them now want to come to BSC with me. Now watch!” With those words she barked out a command, “Will you girls please Present to me Position One!” The seven lovely girls giggled then all lined up, turned around and bent over holding onto the benches in front of them. There in front of everyone was a neat line of long straight legs framing seven asses and butt holes and displaying seven beautiful young vulvae. They held that pose for about thirty seconds before Katrina called, “Would you please Present to me Position Two!” The seven girls then spread their legs as wide apart as they could which opened up their pink valleys between their pussy lips. Some of those pussies had lots of hair around them and some had none at all but they all looked wonderful. The combination of seven youthful butt holes and vaginas facing out into a gathering crowd was quite stunning. Another thirty seconds or so passed before Katrina spoke again with, “Would you all now please Present to me Position Three.” At this command each girl stood up, turned around and cupped their hands under their young titties and thrust them forward to the crowd that was growing in size by the second. People were also starting to clap and cheer as each position was being Presented. The strength of the crowd’s verbal appraisal increased markedly when those young, tight breasts got pushed out towards them. After another thirty seconds Katrina called again, “Girls, will you now please Present to me Position Four.” At this fourth command the seven naked girls dropped down onto the benches behind them. They then each lifted their knees up as they placed their feet wide apart on the bench. The crowd could now see a row of seven gorgeous girls with their legs wide apart Presenting their lovely pussies to the world. It was incredible - seven sets of pussy lips all in a very neat row with seven pubic mounds and seven pairs of lovely tight breasts ... what a display! And as a fitting compliment to this beautiful display of female genitalia were the bulging penises tent poling their way forward from the trousers of all the men and boys now watching this highly erotic demonstration. Some of those guys were soon disappearing off behind a tree or a wall somewhere to quickly jerk themselves free of their burgeoning hard-ons. Others in the crowd seemed more content to just wait and let their wives and/or girlfriends take care of things later on while they just put up with the inconvenience of having that massive erection alter the way they walked about. ... and it still wasn’t all over just yet! Chapter 11: A Happy Afternoon Katrina quickly looked about and noticed with a smile all those solid lumps inside the guys’ trousers and shorts ... then after about 30 seconds she continued again. “Girls, would you now please Present to me the final position - Position Number Five!” At this command each girl reached down between her legs with her right hand and spread apart her pussy lips with her fingers. It was the most incredible display of ‘pink’ anyone had seen and the crowd was ecstatic. The row of seven naked girls were feeling very empowered as they sat there spreading their vaginas to the world each with its own glittering clitoris at the top. They were each also starting to feel more and more aroused, and very wet! The tits and vaginas of each girl were all starting to tingle with extreme excitement. They held that pose stoically while Katrina finished her Presenting Call. “This is my body. These are my breasts. This is my ass. This is my vagina and this is my clitoris. We Present them to you today for your unobstructed viewing pleasure and hope you approve with what you have seen.” The admiring crowd thundered out their approval. Everyone erupted into a chorus of “YES! YES! YES! WE APPROVE! WE APPROVE!” Over and over it went and the seven, young, naked girls kept their vaginas and legs spread wide apart the whole time - getting wetter and wetter and wetter. When it started to die down one of the seven girls was just so highly aroused she just couldn’t hold on anymore. She just had to start fingering herself then and there. Within twenty seconds there were another six beautiful, naked girls all masturbating themselves on park those benches in the middle of town. It went dead quiet as everyone watched these seven girls massage their pussy lips and vaginas furiously. Katrina Jones very quickly became the eighth. She was down on one of those benches fingering her vagina like mad. It was evident that she was just as aroused as her naked friends were. Everyone watched silently as the girls tickled their clitorises, pulled at their pussy lips and rubbed their nipples ... over and over again. Within ten minutes all eight girls were screaming in ecstasy as they masturbated themselves into oblivion. Their eyes were tightly shut as they clutched at each other and their orgasms rolled over their bodies. They bucked and arched on the bench as their fingers jabbed in and out of their vaginas and rubbed down hard on their lovely sweet pussy lips and clitorises. Nobody around breathed until it was all over. The girls were given a few moments to catch their breath and regain their composure. After that everyone cheered and clapped again then came up and gave all eight girls big hugs and kisses before moving off down the street. Becky, Janet, Danny and Peter were suddenly inundated with requests for information about Blanke Schande College even though they were all quite speechless themselves after what they had just witnessed. Who would have guessed that two naked girls coming in to town were going to have such an impact. Nude females of all ages were everywhere and Aurora Hills had just witnessed a Mass Masturbation display that put any of their Fourth of July celebrations in the shade. Copycat Presentations ending in mass masturbation displays started occurring all over town that afternoon. Accompanying those displays were also a huge number of very stiff cocks. Those stiff cocks, of course, would have needed some Stress Relief and they got it. Around every second corner their seemed to be a hapless male rolling his eyes in pleasure as he squirted into the hand, mouth or vagina of the girl who had caused his erection. The males didn’t mind. The females didn’t mind. In fact nobody minded. Even the Mayor at one stage found herself doing a playful Presentation to one of her fellow councilors. His cock got all charged up and she was only too happy to give him some Stress Relief ... he squirted all the way down her throat! It was probably the happiest afternoon that Aurora Hills had experienced in a long time and the ‘fun’ would have gone on long into the night and the early hours of Sunday morning. Chapter 12: Danny Does Becky After their very long day. The four all headed back to Danny’s place and just crashed there. They had walked around town all day and talked their heads off to so many people about Blanke Schande – particularly after the mass masturbation display. When they finally walked through the door of Danny’s home they all plonked down on whatever looked comfortable and fell asleep and stayed that way right through the night. When Danny finally woke up on Sunday morning the place was quiet and he found himself alone in the house with just Becky Bartell. “Where’s Janet and Peter?” he asked. Becky replied, “Oh, I think Janet decided she needed to go out for a walk to get some fresh air into her lungs and Peter said he would go with her to get some air too, and a newspaper. It was very, very stuffy in here last night because no one thought to open any windows. We were all so tired!” And so it was that Danny found himself alone with Becky at last ... the girl with the tits he was longing to touch. He was also watching her ass swing about while she got some breakfast ready in the kitchen. They were both sitting at the table eating some breakfast when a piece of French toast dropped onto Becky’s right breast – just above the nipple. Instinctively Danny reached over and pulled it off brushing her nipple with his hand. To Danny that nipple felt just so soft and gentle. Danny found himself staring at Becky’s nipples and breasts. His penis was starting to swell when he said, “Do you know you have the most amazing breasts, Becky Bartell!” “Why, thankyou sir. Do you know you have an amazing and very large penis, Mr Daniel Brown?” replied Becky. “I think you told me that once before” responded Danny. Becky then stood up letting her blonde pubic hair sit just above the table right in front of Danny’s face. “Well then, my young Daniel Brown, I think I might just need to check that cock of yours again just to make sure!” said Becky in a low and sultry tone. But before Becky could do anything else she was bundled off into Danny’s bedroom and onto his bed. Danny had his clothes off in seconds and had his hands all over those big round tits ... rubbing them and tickling the pink nipples. He then started licking them and sucking the nipples deep into his mouth before proceeding down to her blonde pussy. He nosed in between the pubic hair and rubbed his nose hard up against her clitoris and sniffed in the smell of her sex juices. It was intoxicating. He sucked and licked and played with Becky’s clitoris and pussy lips for ages. Eventually he sat up and straddled her right over her stomach with his huge cock pointing straight up between those lovely, round breasts. Becky started working that huge thing with here right hand, – then her left hand, then her right hand again. She then pulled Danny closer to suck on his big cock for a while then pushed him back to get her hand around it again. Danny was looking down at her beautiful tits as she continued to massage his long thick shaft when he let his load go. Spasms of semen shot from the hood of his cock and landed all over her face and breasts and nipples – just like he had dreamed. Becky rubbed it all over with her hands and laughed at Danny. “Oh you sexy, sexy boy” she said. “But I am not letting you get away with that. I am going to have your long fat penis inside of me if it is the last thing I do!” Becky rolled Danny onto his back and began to gently work his cock back up into an erection again. It didn’t take too long before he was ready to insert it into her vagina and boy, was she ready for it. She sat on top of that thing and felt every inch of it as it slid deep into her body and rubbed the sides of her vaginal walls. It really was big and felt really, really good. After a while Danny threw Becky onto her back and came in from the top. It was fantastic to feel the head of his cock part those pussy lips from this angle. He was also watching those tits swing around and around as he pressed in and out of her sexy body. She could feel her orgasm building as she grabbed Danny’s shaft with her vaginal muscles. Becky could feel her hot sweaty body begin to build towards it glorious climax ... then it all took her right over the edge ... deep into that wonderful world of pure sexual pleasure. Becky’s body tensed and bucked as she grabbed Danny’s arm while orgasmic spasms grabbed his penis deep within her vagina. She was shouting involuntarily as she pulled Danny down on top of her and kissed his lips long and hard. Becky continued to feel that massive penis drive deep and hard into her body as her orgasm faded away. Becky was holding Danny tight when she felt him climax and orgasm making Danny thrust his erection deep and hard into her body. Becky felt his cock explode for the second time. She felt every jet of semen shoot into her waiting and satisfied body as she held him tight and he held her tight. Danny spurted and spurted. It was like heaven on earth. He let out a long “Aaaarrrrggghhhhh!” then released his grip on Becky and just lay there as the after glow enveloped them both. “Finally!” thought Danny. “Finally I’ve had my cock inside of the lovely Becky Bartell. Finally I got to fuck Rebecca’s sweet little body!” This was the girl with the swinging ass and the full, round tits - the girl he had known since childhood - and he had just fucked her good and hard! Fantastic! “Finally!” thought Becky. “Finally I know what his huge cock feels like inside my wet pussy and it really was totally worth it!” Chapter 13: Peter Does Janet Danny and Becky were lost in their own world of pleasurable thoughts as their sexual climaxes subsided when the front door clicked open. Seconds later Janet and Peter were standing at the bedroom door. They saw Danny pulling his semen covered penis out of Becky’s semen soaked vagina and they both stood motionless as they took in the whole messy scene. Janet looked at them both and said abruptly, “Right! That does it!” She grabbed Peter by his shirt and said loudly, “You sir, are coming with me!” Before Peter could protest, as if he would have anyway, he was being dragged over to Janet’s house next door. Her little nude body was soon pushing him onto her bed and her hands were ripping his clothes off. In no time at all Janet Rivers had Peter’s big knob in her hands and was working the shaft and licking the knob with her tongue for all it was worth. She then plunged the thing deep into her mouth when it was good and hard. It was skinnier and shorter than Danny’s cock but the big knob made up for that totally. It felt big and fat in her mouth and Peter wasn’t resisting a bit. He was having the time of his life. He just lay there spread eagled while this beautiful naked brunette gobbled up every inch of his hard penis. Janet Rivers was drop dead gorgeous and here he was with his cock in her mouth and she was doing amazing things with it. She was using her tongue around it like he had never known before. Janet switched between mouth and hand continually. She had it in her mouth and was enjoying the size of it when gallons of semen began pouring out of it ... stream after stream of hot semen. Peter felt his orgasm build them climax as his knob exploded into a million pieces inside Janet’s mouth. He spurted and spurted and Janet Rivers swallowed every last drop. Peter moaned and gasped with pleasure as the last spurt finished and he looked down at this naked angel between his legs. Peter then rolled Janet over on the bed and on to her back. Very gently he put his mouth over one of her conical tits with the puffy nipples. He gently caressed it with his tongue - feeling every dimple and fold of the areola then he did the same with the other breast. Janet soon realized just how good he was at doing this. Peter had a very clever tongue she thought. As for Peter he just enjoyed those puffy tits in his mouth and under his fingers for a good twenty minutes at least ... they were just that lovely. Peter’s mouth was soon very hungry for Janet’s dark pussy. He found that little bit of pink tongue that was always poking out and kissed it and sucked it and played with it for ages. He could feel every black bristle against his nose and could smell all the juice that was pouring out of her sex machine. His tongue went deep into Janet’s vagina and she moaned with pleasure as he did so. He also used his fingers on her clitoris and along her pink valley between her pussy lips. The amount of vaginal juice was striking. She was very, very, very wet. Janet then grabbed Peter’s cock and said, “Are you going to shove that thing into me or not! Fuck me Peter Arnold, just fuck me!” With that Peter took his big knob and slowly inserted it deep into her vagina. And yes ... it did tickle. Janet could feel it tickling the walls of her vaginal passage as it sunk slowly into her body. She contracted around it with her internal muscles making it tickle even more. Peter kept up a steady rhythm of thrusting and retreating, thrusting and retreating. He was looking into Janet’s deep green eyes when he bent forward and kissed her on her soft pouting lips. It was a very sensuous and stimulating kiss for both of them. They held that kiss for a long time. Janet then began to feel her body twisting uncontrollably beneath Peter’s body. She pulled Peter in close then screamed out loud. It was all just Soooooo Good! Danny and Becky were next door eating French toast again when they heard the scream. They just smiled at each other and carried on eating. After all ... what were good friends for if they couldn’t give each other a little bit of pleasure every now and then. Janet was bucking and twisting in ecstasy while Peter’s ‘tickly knob’ rammed its way home good and proper until it exploded again for the second time. This time it was her vagina and not her mouth that he filled with streams of white semen. Janet could feel every pulse as his cock bucked inside of her and that knob just kept on tickling her. The orgasmic pleasure dissipated in its own good time and Janet Rivers and Peter Arnold held each other for a good fifteen minutes after they had finished climaxing. Finally Peter smiled at Janet and spoke, “Well Miss Rivers that was most unexpected. I expect you to display much more discipline next time!” Janet just kissed him again and said, “Oh, shut-up and thankyou. That was wonderful, Mr Arnold. Just make sure you give the same attention to Miss Rebecca Bartell. OK! Or you will have me to answer to.” Peter then gave Janet’s exquisite pouting lips another long gentle kiss before whispering into her ear, “That’s for being such a good friend to Danny and for being so gawd dammed sexy!” Janet then pulled Peter’s dangling cock up to her mouth and kissed it and said, “And that, my beautiful penis with the tickly knob, is for being such a good friend to Becky. You are just awesome.” Janet sucked Peter’s cock one last time and gave it a big lick with her tongue. Janet then jumped up, had a shower and marched her little nude body back over to Danny’s house for breakfast. She sat down next to the nude Becky and starting eating French toast without saying a word. She did, however, have a big smile on her face that she just couldn’t suppress. Becky leaned over to Janet and whispered, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Janet whispered back, “Definitely and I hope you let him ‘cum’ over to my place anytime he likes.” “Oh, we will see about that. We will see.” Becky replied with a laugh. Under the table her foot was up on Danny’s crotch massaging his cock but already she was getting hungry for her own man’s ‘tickly knob’. Janet was also starting to feel the need for something, long, hard and fat again! She knew she still loved Danny’s big cock more than anything else. Soon Peter joined them and everyone had breakfast in silence but with happy little grins all over their faces. What a happy little bunch they were. (mmxxiii) Chapter 14: The Final Salute Danny, Janet, Peter and Becky spent the rest of the day quietly exploring one of the town’s many beautiful parks. Many of the nude girls that saw them thanked them for what they had done for the town. There was also a constant stream of naked girls and mothers, plus boys and fathers also inquiring about life at Blanke Schande College. That Sunday night the Mayor held another emergency council meeting and got a unanimous vote to extend the Nude Female status of Aurora Hills for perpetuity - The four Nude Days had been such a roaring success. All the little girls were delighted they could stay playing inside and outside in the nude and go to school just as naked. All the older girls were delighted they could stay nude and not get tan lines. All the other women were just glad that they could quietly go about their day’s activities in the nude just because it felt good. As for Danny, Peter, Janet and Becky they got a rousing send off when they left to return to BSC on Monday morning. The eight gorgeous girls from Saturday’s mass masturbation display had grown to a group of fifty gorgeous, naked girls. They sat on chairs lining the road leading out of Aurora Hills waiting for the quartet to pass. When they did all fifty naked girls pulled their knees up and spread their legs wide apart. They were Presenting their vaginas with their pussy lips splayed wide open that showed all their pink glory in a final salute to this bemused group as they left town. It was a breath taking scene of one hundred tight, perky teenage breasts all in a row - puffy nipples and all. Complementing those very pretty breasts and nipples were the wide open legs and the exquisite line of shaved and unshaved vaginas each with its own fully displayed vaginal hole. Fifty young clitorises glinting in the morning light with their lovely pussy lips made a very impressive sight too. Between those beautiful pussy lips was a vertical line of sweet pink flesh sitting above some of the sexiest and wettest vaginas anyone had every seen. The girls used their fingers to hold those lips as far apart as possible in their final salute to the passengers of the red Mustang as it drove by. The car stopped. Becky and Janet climbed out and onto the roof and Presented their own beautiful vaginal clefts to the girls as the car slowly proceeded again. The side of the road became filled with crowds clapping and whistling at this heavenly deluge of feminine beauty. Lots of townsfolk came out of their houses to wave goodbye with many girls doing their own individual Presentations to the group as the car passed by. The four also laughed to each other as they were finally leaving town when they saw still more girls Presenting their vaginas and breasts to the boys, and the other girls, on the streets as they all walked to school together. “Oh, that is just so cute!” said Janet and Becky as they looked quickly at their own breasts and vaginas. They each smiled then thought to themselves... “Who would have thought that being an Absolute would turn out to be so much fun!?” Part of the fun for that day, that Janet, Becky, Danny and Peter didn’t get to see was that row of fifty naked teenagers doing another very spontaneous mass masturbation display. No one knows who started it but as the red Mustang was leaving town those fifty girls were finger fucking themselves like crazy. It wasn’t long before all along the street the nude, teen girls were starting to arch their backs and curl their toes up as fifty orgasms raged through their lovely bodies. Fingers stopped jabbing in and out of vaginas or plucking at clitorises as moans of pleasure echoed around the town in the early hours of Monday morning. For the young teen girls it couldn’t have been a better start to the week and to their new life of total nudity within the boundaries of Aurora Hills. As for Janet and Becky ... well they too found themselves needing to have ‘a little play’ in the back of the car as it headed back to Blanke Schande College. Danny and Peter had no objection either to these two lovely girls playing with themselves into orgasmic pleasure as they drove. It was going to be a long drive and who could blame anyone for needing some ‘light relief’ to start the journey. Of course Janet and Becky were only too happy to give their boys some ‘light relief’ themselves later on as the journey progressed ... and so it went all the way back to BSC. Epilogue From this weekend emerged the fact that Aurora Hills, in central California, became the first town to officially recognize full nudity as a constitutional right for all females within its boundaries. As for Danny, Peter, Becky and Janet – they made it safely back to BSC in good time and with lots of ‘relief’ along the way. Janet and Becky had passed their Final Test brilliantly and became Absolutes and stayed totally naked all their lives ... ABSOLUTES FOREVER ... as the girls coined it. A year later Peter and Becky married in a double wedding with Danny and Janet. The beautiful brides were nude of course and so was their entourage of bridesmaids and flower girls. They all marched up the aisle in front of the two Brides – heads held high - totally and Absolutely naked. The watching guests cheered in appreciation. At the end of the night before everyone went home the whole troop of naked girls used the top of the Bridal Table to Present to the crowd their immaculately shaved vaginas and open pussy lips – to everyone’s great delight, of course. Years later Becky did enter politics but never got to be the first Nude Female President of the United States. She did get legislation passed, however, that eventually saw Nudism become a protected Lifestyle within the constitution of the United States of America. The initial protests over this very forward thinking piece of work all soon petered out when crime rates started dropping and productivity increased along with the general morale across the whole country. The statistics were undeniably positive and undeniably linked to the acceptance of Public Nudity as a social norm ... all thanks to Becky Bartell - or Senator Arnold as she became more commonly known as. As for Janet she pursued a career in acting and became a great success as she stayed in the nude no matter what film she was acting in. Any film she was ‘Presented’ in became an instant Box Office Hit! And was billed accordingly ... all puns intended! Peter started his own law firm specializing in the rights of the New Nude Males and Females that were emerging all over the country and Danny became a specialist in designing sports equipment for the needs of nude sports men and women. This became a huge field of endeavour once Becky’s Nudist Lifestyle Legislation was enacted. Apart from all this the girls stayed Absolutes Forever and many others followed their example and they all lived happily ever after (most of the time anyway). There was only one real fly in the ointment though - Senator Becky Bartell/Arnold never did solve the problem of liberating men from their dirty socks and underwear! That would have to be the problem of their mothers, wives and girlfriends ... especially the ones that chose to be Gloriously, Totally and Absolutely Naked. The End

Becca Takes Her Hands Off The Wheel by ratios Part 1: “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 Monique’s 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.” “Sass?” 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. “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. Very assertive.” 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 a few young women that had at least a few classes together each. Since Monique’s parents were loaded, and thus she was the only one among us that actually had a rental house, 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 Byrnes (sometimes Sass to the group), 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 now 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 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 her 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 nonetheless attempted 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 I was once again the center of attention. Feeling once again 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 her 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 once again, 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.” Sasha 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, Sasha 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 was 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. 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.” In a singsong voice, Deeta called out, “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. “Just take off the stupid shirt. Jeez. Buncha Philistines up in here.” As attention started returning to me, I had already stood and had my shirt half lifted. As bulky as it was, it 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 to the floor, 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. Repeating her action from before, Nicky smiled at me and ran her finger down the middle of my chest and the arms that now guarded it. “Much better, Bex. I bet you’d get a lot of dates 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. Deeta spoke up again, pointing out, “You stood up though, Bex. You weren’t told to do that. Now you have to pay me a forfeit for disobeying me.” 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. With an exaggerated sway of her hips, Deeta approached me and put 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. Thinking she was going to kiss me, my breath caught in my throat and it felt like my heart stopped beating. I didn’t know whether I wanted her to or not. 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, they had me believing. Nobody told me to stop walking, so I started around again. 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, but feeling good nonetheless. It was at this point that Sasha called me over to the table where she was sitting and had me take a seat on one of the chairs there that had been turned outwards to face her. “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?” 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 didn’t have a miniskirt on that 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… 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. 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. Whether I wanted to or not, I was about to find out. Then, 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.

Gym Bunny byKnickers© Rick was staying in LA a couple of weeks on business and asked his buddy Dave if he could use his local gym. But when Rick arrived, he was a little disappointed with the place. It was a real dive, small, kinda run down looking, though obviously in the middle of some much-needed redecorating. The sign over the door, faded and shabby, read "Coach Farley's Gym". "Maybe I should go someplace else," Rick wondered as he eyed up the gym's grubby interior. "There's a Dickmann's a few blocks from here, I go to one in New York and it's pretty good." Dave grinned. "Dude, Coach Farley's gym may look a little worn out, but it boasts something you won't find in any of those faceless chains." They walked through reception, Rick noticing the dust on the floor, the yellowing posters of body-builders, and the cracked and peeling paintwork. An old guy in a grey tracksuit sat behind the front desk reading a Ringside magazine. "Hey Coach, how's it going?" "Hiya Dave," the grey-haired man returned his greeting. "Not too bad, now that I can afford to spruce the joint up a bit." "This is Rick, he's staying in town for a while, be OK if got a guest membership?" "Sure, sure," the Coach replied. "I got a membership form to sign out." As Rick scribbled a few details down, Dave asked the Coach in a sotto voice, "So, is Nicola in today?" The Coach laughed. "Just came in a couple of minutes ago." Dave could barely contain his excitement. "Come on, let's go!" he hustled his friend. As Rick followed him into the gym, the first thing that struck him was that no-one seemed to be actually working out. There were a bunch of guys, some of them with free-weights, a couple on the rowing machines, and a few on treadmills. But none of them seemed to be actually doing anything other than staring. Then Dave nudged him, and he realized what it was they were all staring at. Seated at one of the weight machines was the most beautiful girl Rick had ever seen. And, to his utter amazement, she was completely naked except for sweatbands on her forehead and wrists, and a pair of Reeboks. She was tall, lithe and athletic, with a rich, all- over tan (evidently, it wasn't just in the gym she spent time nude!). Her perfect breasts stood out firm and proud, glistening with sweat. Rick's eyes traveled hungrily over her body, watching her arms ripple and flex as she pumped the weights, admiring her flat, toned stomach, and settling at the brunette patch of public hair that rode high just above her pouting pussy lips. The girl was so engrossed in her exercise program, she didn't notice that Rick, Dave and every other man in the gym was busy leering at her. Even the lucky guy who was spotting her was having trouble concentrating on his job. Rick looked at him enviously, as his hands slid under Nicola's bare arms guiding her in her work- out. "Jeez!" murmured Rick. "Does the old guy know she's in here buck naked?" Dave grinned. "Of course he does! Come on." They jumped onto a spare couple of treadmills to warm up. Rick couldn't keep his eyes off the bare beauty, and it was a lucky coincidence that the machine has been arranged to allow him to watch her while he ran. In fact, Rick noticed, all the equipment in the gym seems to have been arranged to allow the male spectators to enjoy the view. The walls were lined with mirrors, and no matter where he looked, Rick got a good looked at the sexy nude babe. After a while, she stood up from the machine. Her whole body was slick with sweat, and her boobs heaved up and down as she puffed from exertion. Her training partner grabbed a towel and began the enviable task of wiping down her bare body. "Phew!" she cried, wiping licks of sweat off her breasts with both hands. "That was some work-out." Rick detected an unmistakeably sexy Australian huskiness to her voice. "Who is that chick?" he whispered. But before his pal Dave could answer, she spoke out again, address her congregation of voyeurs. "I'm gonna hit the sauna," she announced. "Anyone wanna come join me?" There was a general shout of agreement from the men in the gym. As the naked girl sauntered out of the weights room, the guys fell into step behind her, their tongues hanging out. Dave followed to, with Rick curious as to where all this was heading. Rick was pretty surprised to discover there was only one steamroom in Coach Farley's Gym, and it was apparently co-ed. Nicola peeled off her sweats and kicked off her shoes before heading in. There was a mad scramble from the guys to get rid of their own clothes and follow her into the sauna. A little surprised by all of this, Rick took his time. He'd only just joined this gym fifteen minutes ago, and here he was following a gorgeous naked Aussie chick into the steamroom with a whole lot of other men! Rick and Dave finally entered. At first, all he could see was plumes of steam choking the air. And then the humid mist parted, and Rick once again set eyes upon that heavenly body. She was lounging on a bench, her head tossed back so that her chestnut-colored mane of hair splayed across the marble tiles, the very picture of sensual repose. She had a towel with her, but it was tossed casually across her shoulder so that it did little to conceal her spectacular nudity. All the guys were clustered around her, grinning stupidly. They had towels as well, all forming tents over their eager crotches. "Hey Nicola," Dave greeted her, "I've got someone with me who'd like to meet you." She raised her head and greeted the boys with an adorable smile. "Nicola, this is my best buddy Rick from New York City." "Hi there, Rick," Nicola replied, stretching out an elegant hand. "My mates call me Knickers." Again Rick was intoxicated by her rich Australian accent. He dumbly returned the handshake, although he'd much rather have his hands on some other part of her delectable anatomy. The whole situation was so surreal, like a sex fantasy come to life. "Good to meet you," Rick said at last, unable to tear his gaze away from her fantastic pair of tits. Lucky beads of sweat clung her bosom like tiny jewels. Nicola noticed he was giving her breasts more attention than her face and playfully laughed in her melodious voice. "Yknow," Rick said at last, "in New York it's pretty rare to walk into a gym and see..." "A beautiful naked girl working out?" Nicola finished his sentence with a naughty smirk. "Well, Ricky, you just sit yourself down next to me, and I'll tell you the whole story." She patted the seat next to her, and before you could say "nice rack, sweetheart", Rick had made himself comfortable, squeezing himself against Nicola's luscious naked body. "Well," she began, not minding Rick's hand creeping up her thigh, "it all started like this..." ********** Coach Farley looked over the latest batch of bills on his desk and let out a sigh. His debts were mounting, and it looked like he was about to lose his livelihood. It had always been his dream to open his own gym, and he'd done just that back in '53 when he returned from Korea. In its heyday, Coach Farley's Gym had been the best gym in West Hollywood, with membership numbering in the hundreds. But times were changing. Big business was squeezing out the small-time operators like Coach Farley. Huge chains like Dickmann's were where the young folks liked to go in this day and age. And it was beginning to look like they were winning. Without warning, the door to the Coach's office swung open. Standing there, smirking an oily smirk, stood the man who was personally making Coach Farley's life a living hell: Winston E. Prickk, manager of seven Dickmann's gyms across LA, and always looking to increase his little fiefdom. Tall, thin, dressed in an immaculate suit, the greasy tick epitomised everything the Coach despised about those big corporations. "Coach Farley," he murmured. "I see you're taking yet another futile look at your finances." "Get outta here, prick," the Coach barked. "I ain't finished yet." "It's pronounced 'Pry-ick'," he sniffed. "And you should treat me better, Coach. I'm the only thing standing between you and financial ruin." "I told you before and I'm tellin' you again, I ain't selling you my gym and that's final." Prickk laughed. "Oh you will, Coach, you will. But for your stubbornness I'm lowering my offer to $22,000." The Coach reared himself up from behind his desk. He might be 67 years old, but he was still in perfect health. "You get your slimy ass outta my gym right now," he growled, "or I'll show you just why I was a welterweight boxing champ-een back in '57!" If Prickk was alarmed at this threat he didn't show it. "Mark my words, old man. One day soon, the sign outside this decrepit old gym will read 'Dickmann's', and I'll be the one running it. You don't have any other choice: either you sell up to me, or you'll go bankrupt." With a heartless chuckle, he turned around and marched out of the Coach's office. Coach Farley slumped back into his chair. Prickk was right- he didn't have much choice. If he couldn't raise membership by the end of the week, he'd have to sell his beloved gym or end up penniless... The next day found the Coach sitting in reception, brooding over the membership books. Only five members! And one of them still owed their fees.  What he needed was some way to drum up business, generate some buzz in the neighborhood to get people flocking to his gym again. What he needed was... a promotion gimmick. But what? Just then, the door to the women's locker-room opened and out strolled a vision of loveliness. She was damp and wearing nothing but a towel, which she clasped none-too-carefully about her with one hand, showing off her long, lean legs and a generous helping of her tasty cleavage. It was Nicola, of course. Coach Farley didn't have too many clients at the gym, and the sexy Aussie starlet was unforgettable. "Sorry to bother you, Coach," she said in her sultry accent, "but the women's shower is out of shampoo again." "Here ya go," replied the Coach, getting a spare bottle from under the counter and putting it on reception. "Thanks," said Nicola, reaching for it. As she did so, her towel came loose, unfurling to reveal her wet, nude body. To his delight, the Coach got a brief flash of the best pair of tits he'd ever seen in his. "Opps!" laughed Nicola as she recovered her towel. "Better cover my boobs!" Tucking it in so that it once more barely covered her chesty charms, Nicola smiled. "Thanks for the shampoo, Coach!" With a saucy wiggle of that delicious tushie, Nicola disappeared back into the locker-room. Coach Farley's pulse raced, and he waited for his erection to subside. He was waiting for a while. Nicola Baron (or 'Knickers') was a would-be starlet who'd recently moved to Hollywood. She oozed sex appeal, and always seemed to dress to show off her fantastic bod. In her line of work she had to look great, and came to the Coach's gym almost every day.  The image of Nicola wet and naked as her towel opened before him was permanently burnt into the Coach's brain. In all his days, he'd never seen a babe as hot as her! And she'd just waltzed into the gym reception practically naked and given him the best show of his life. The old man's mind was working now. Nicola was just the thing he was looking for. There always seemed to be more men around when she was working out. Nicola was already a member of the gym, all he needed to do was a bit of marketing, to make the most of Nicola's... assets. But the big question is, would she agree to do it? Would any young woman willing flaunt her nubile body just to save Coach Farley's run-down old gym? Nicola re-emerged a few minutes later, this time fully dressed in a t-shirt that stretched tight across her bra-less bust and a pair of cut-off Daisy Duke denim shorts. "Bye, Coach, I'll see you again tomorrow." "Just a moment, Nicola," the Coach stopped her. She paused at reception, looking at him inquisitively with her baby blue eyes. "As you mighta guessed, the old gym ain't what it used to be," "That's OK, Coach. The place may be a little dusty, and in need of a few splashes of paint, but as long as I can get a good routine in, it's all I need from my local gym. And besides, the guys here are really friendly." I bet they are, thought the Coach as he stared at her boobs practically bursting out of her top. "The thing is, Nicola, times are pretty tough right now. If I can't get outta debt, Dickmann's'll buy me out, and the ol' gym'll never be the same again." "Oh, bugger," Nicola replied, crestfallen. "I've got a bit of a business proposition for you. Ysee, I was thinking of hiring someone to help drum up membership. I was kinda hoping you could help out." "Me?" Nicola asked. "What can I do?" Stroking his chin thoughtfully, the Coach eyed up the gorgeous brunette model. "Well, you'd sort of be the gym's... mascot." "Hmmmmmm." Nicola wrinkled up her pretty face as she considered it. Coach wrung his hands nervously, waiting for her response. "I'm sorry Coach, the answer'll have to be no. I'm really busy with things at the moment, I just landed this part in a movie called 'Bikini Bandits'." Coach Farley's face fell. If he wanted to save his gym, he'd have to think of some other way. What would he do now? As if drawn by his misery, the front door of the gym swung open and in sleazed the slimebucket himself, Winston E. Prickk, carrying what looked like a life- sized cardboard cut-out. "Hello, Coach. Thought I'd save myself some time and pop in now to size up what's sure to become my new gym." The Coach glared at Prickk, but was so depressed he couldn't bring himself to say something nasty. "I brought along one of the advertizing cut-outs of our new spokesmodel, see how it looked in this old dump." Prickk turned the cut-out around. The spokesmodel was a slim, beautiful (if rather small-breasted) woman with a glorious mane of raven-colored hair. She was wearing a sexy blue leotard and seemed to have a look of haughty disdain on her pretty face. The cut-out had the oddest effect on Nicola. She glared at it, her face turning a deep red. Prickk smirked at her. "Hey there, toots. I'll be glad when this old fossil is gone and you'll be *my* client." He noticed her glowering at the cut-out. "Like it? Get used to it, baby, cos when I'm here you'll get to look at her every day!" Clearly angry about something, Nicola turned to Coach Farley with a determined look on her pretty face. "Coach! I've changed my mind. I will help you save this gym!" ********** The next day, Nicola showed up ready to perform her duties as the gym's official mascot. She presented herself for inspection to Coach Farley in his office, posing to show off the new set of work-out clothes she'd bought. "Well, Coach? What do you think?" Nicola asked. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, critically examining the sexy starlet. Nicola was wearing a hot-pink leotard with a scooped neck right down to her navel, a pair of very short red nylon shorts, and a matching tiny red boob-tube. It was very sexy, and revealed alot of her delicious curves. Nicola's lovely long legs were bare, as well as her arms. The leotard showed off her well-toned stomach and cute belly- button, while the narrow boob-tube scarcely covered her tits, putting Nicola's impressive cleavage on display. Sure, she was sexy. But was she sexy enough? "I hope you don't mind me doing this," said the Coach. "I know it's kinda an old fashioned advertizing trick, using a gorgeous babe in very little clothing to promote the gym." "Oh that's OK," Nicola replied cheerfully. "I do loads of modeling assignments just like this all the time." She giggled. "Believe me, a girl's got to be prepared to show off a little if she really wants to succeed in this business." The Coach smiled. "We need to get you looking as sexy as possible, to win the kids back from Dickmann's. Hows about we start by losing the shorts?" "Sure," said Nicola. She slipped her hands into the waistband of her shorts and slipped them down her smooth legs, kicked them to one side. She posed with her hands on her hips. "How's this?" Coach Farley licked his lips. The leotard clung snugly to Nicola's body, and was especially tight around her crotch. He guessed the starlet had just had one hell of a bikini wax, cos he couldn't see a single hair and that leotard didn't leave much to the imagination down there. "Turn around," he instructed. Nicola obeyed, giving him a good look at her fabulous ass. The cut of her leotard was even more revealing back there, the two half-moons of her butt-cheeks were completely uncovered. It was good... for a start. "What would you like me to do?" Nicola asked. "For now, just do your routine as normal. But act real friendly with all the guys. Remember, it's your job to let them know they'll have a lot more fun at this gym than any other." As Nicola strode into the weights room, everyone stopped to stare at her. Nicola had been going to Coach Farley's for a couple of weeks now, and had got more than her fair share of admiring glances, but never had she walked in wearing such a hot outfit that practically put her pussy on display. The Aussie starlet felt a familiar flush of pleasure tremble through her body. Nicola was fast becoming addicted to exhibitionism, and Hollywood was giving her plenty of opportunity to show herself off. There were only three guys present, a very small audience by her standards, but an audience none the less. Nicola smiled coquettishly to them. They stared back, leering at her lycra-clad body. She sauntered over to one of the treadmills and climbed on. Gradually, the guys went back to their own routines, but their attention would drift towards the gorgeous starlet. It was hardly surprising. Nicola worked herself up to a healthy trot, her boobs bouncing up and down. It was certainly a distracting sight, and Nicola was the focus of everybody's attention. "I should introduce myself," Nicola announced. "I'm Nicola, but my friends call me Knickers. Coach Farley has just hired me." "Hired you?" asked one of the men (named Dave). "Hired you for what?" "I'm the gym's mascot." The two others (Tony and Pete) dropped their weights and gathered round Nicola's treadmill. "Mascot?" "Yknow," Nicola explained. "I dress up in sexy little outfits, get my training in every day, and you guys get a nice show." Three pairs of eyebrows rocketed skyward.  "Plus the Coach wants me to be real 'friendly' to everyone, if you get my drift." They couldn't believe their ears. Coach Farley had hired eye-candy for the gym?  Nicola stepped down from the treadmill. "Tony, would you mind spotting me? I want to do some bench presses." "Sure," he replied enthusiastically. Nicola spread her legs wide to straddle the bench. The guys let out a collective gasp. Any pretence of modesty her leotard offered vanished, as Nicola laid back on the bench, the narrow crotch of her outfit barely covering Nicola's cunt. As she pumped the barbells, Tony and Pete were treated to the sight of Nicola's luscious red pussy lips. The boys clustered around, enjoying the show. Their heads were practically between Nicola's thighs, but she didn't seem to mind. Dave gulped, trying hard to concentrate on the task of spotting Nicola. "Wow!" cried Pete. "This is way better than any strip club!" "Yeah," replied Tony. "Pity I didn't bring any dollar bills." Nicola laughed. She handed the barbell to Tony and sat up. "Remember, you've got to tell all your friends what a great place Coach Farley's gym is." They nodded enthusiastically. No doubt about it, everyone they knew was going to hear about what was going on at the Coach's old gym! Next up for Nicola was reverse leg curls. She laid face down on the bench, pumping her legs in the air. This gave the guys an excellent opportunity to watch Nicola's bare ass rising and falling. It was hard to tell who was enjoying it more, Nicola or the boys! The sexy starlet ran through the rest of her routine. As she pumped a set of free-weights, she explained that a daily exercise program of aerobics and weight training was a necessity to help keep her body looking great, but she didn't want to put on a lot of unsightly muscles. The guys only half listened, they were more interested in watching, wishing Nicola was pumping something other than dumbbells.  "Phew!" said Nicola when she was done. "That was a great work-out. Whenever I hit the gym, I always come away feeling so aware of my body." With cat-like grace she stretched, showing off her amazing physique. "I'll be coming to the gym every day at about this time," Nicola announced. "I hope you'll be able to join me again tomorrow." As she walked out the door, Nicola glanced down at Pete's crotch and smirked. "Looks like the only muscle that you guys got to tone up was this one!" she said playfully, tweaking his cock through his shorts.  The next day, Coach Farley was none too surprised to get calls from seven new guys, all wanting to join the gym. They didn't even mind that he'd raised the membership fee. When Nicola came in for her daily exercise routine, she laughed when the Coach told her the news. "I guess word is starting to get around!" "It sure is, honey." He cast a lascivious eye over Nicola's choice of work-out clothing for today. The gorgeous starlet was wearing a hot-pink thong, and a very, very, *very* tight lycra boob-tube that clung to all the right places and beautifully showcased Nicola's 38-inch tits. "What do you think?" she asked, doing a twirl. The Coach swallowed back the drool and replied, "The best way to advertize a gym is with a gorgeous body. Preferably one without too many clothes on." Nicola smiled. As a professional model she loved showing off, flaunting her exquisite form for an audience. She didn't mind too much if the job required her to be nude. In fact, the fewer clothes she wore the better. Nicola had only just arrived in LA to launch her movie career, and she was already beginning to enjoy the sensation of being naked around a bunch of gawping men. She entered the gym and greeted everyone with a cheery wave. "Hi guys!" They turned to look at her, big dumb grins plastered across their faces. Nicola strode over the treadmill, noting with pride the way her audience stared at her bare ass. She was even more pleased to see that there were now more of them watching her. After a twenty-minute run that left her bathed in sweat, Nicola stepped down from the machine to start her weight training. But first, she'd need someone to spot her... Nicola cast an eye around the assembled hunks. They were all trying to look nonchalant, as they got on with their own work-outs, but it was obvious they'd much rather be leering at the semi-naked starlet. She recognized one of her admirers from yesterday. "Pete, would you like to spot me?" His face lit up, and he disengaged himself from the rowing machine. "Would I???!!!" As Nicola bent over to grab a pair of hand-weights, the guys let out a sigh of lust. She lingered in the bent-over position, letting everyone enjoy the view. And what a view! Nicola's thong disappeared between her smooth ass cheeks, leaving her shapely posterior practically bare. When she finally stood up straight, Pete bounded up behind her like a eager puppy. Nicola started pumping her arms, raising them over her head and letting out a deep breath with every exertion. Pete did his best to spot her, gently gliding his hands over Nicola's biceps to give her support in case she needed it. Of course, being so close to such a gorgeous babe had quite a powerful effect on lucky Pete. Standing on tip-toe, he could look right down her front at her sweat-slicked boobs straining away inside her lycra top. It wasn't long before Nicola could feel his erect cock brushing against her backside. "I'm going to work on some incline flys now," Nicola told Pete, taking a seat on the incline bench. "That's a chest exercise," he replied. "It doesn't look like your hooters need much developing." He slipped his hands under Nicola's arms and gave her boobs a quick playful squeeze. She laughed. "Oh, I think you guys greatly appreciate a firm, toned bust." As she worked the weights, Nicola jokingly recited an old rhyme: "I must, "I must, "I must increase my bust. "The bigger the better, "The tighter the sweater, "The boys depend on us!" All eyes were on Nicola's breasts. The particular exercise she was doing, heaving the weights back and thrusting her chest forward, put an enormous amount of strain on her top. Everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before something gave... With a THWACK! Nicola's top snapped off and went flying across the gym, leaving her boobs completely bare. Nicola let out a gasp of shock, but didn't try to cover her tits. "Opps!" she giggled. "I'm sure you guys don't mind if I finish my work-out topless?" "No!" they cried in unison. If there was any possibility that the men in the gym might actually do some exercising, it was gone now. Nicola set about finishing up her routine with her breasts bare, seemingly unconcerned that everyone was getting a good eyeful of her chesty charms. Of course, that was the point! The word quickly began to spread about the T&A show that was going on at Coach Farley's gym. Every day, more men joined up, and every day Nicola showed up for her work-out in more outrageous and revealing clothes. And every day, after she was done exercising, she walked out with her boobs bare, waving a cheery see- ya-later to her male admirers. Within three days, Coach Farley saw 50 new members join his club, all eagerly enquiring as to when Nicola would be next coming in. "Calm down, folks," he told them. "Our special gym mascot comes in every weekday, and she's always dressed to please. She's an actress and a model, and has to work real hard to keep her gorgeous physique in tip top condition. And when you join Coach Farley's Gym, you get a close-up look at just how hard she works." At this rate, thought the Coach, I'll be able to pay off my debts by the end of next week, and then start those refurbishments I've been thinkin' of. So, Nicola got to keep her body deliciously toned and trim, the guys all got to drool over her bare tits bouncing around as she did so, and the Coach was finally getting back in the black. Everyone was happy, except of course Winston E. Prickk. When he arrived at the Coach's gym on Friday morning, he expected the old man to be broken and despondent, but nothing could be further from the truth. "Ah, Prick!" drawled Coach Farley from behind the reception desk. "Welcome to my gym. I take it you're here to sign up?" "It's Pry-ick," he snapped. "What's going on here, Farley? Why aren't you broke?" Before the Coach could answer, the door to the weights room swung open, and out strolled Nicola. Prickk's jaw dropped. The gorgeous Aussie starlet was wearing a slinky white leotard, the top rolled down to her waist to leave her bare breasts swinging. Prickk watched on in surprised as the half-naked babe sauntered up to reception, completely unfazed by her nudity. "Coach, I was thinking, there are so many guys signing up now that we should start a roster of who gets to be my training partner. It's more fair that way, yknow, making sure that everyone gets a turn on me." She giggled. "Opps, I mean a turn *with* me." "That's a great idea, Knickers," he replied. The Coach would've been casting smug glances in Prickk's direction, but when Nicola's tits are in the room, its all you can do but stare at the free jiggle show. "Wh-who is this?" Prickk gasped, wiping the drool from his lips. "Nicola Baron," she greeted him, extending her hand. "I'm the club's mascot, helping the Coach out with a 'recruitment' drive." Her blue eyes smouldering with passion, Nicola ran her hands along the undersides of her boobs, causing them to wobble provocatively. "Hubba, hubba," murmured an entranced Prickk. "Can I join up?" Then he shook his head. "What am I saying!!??" Tearing his gaze away from the bare-breasted beauty, Prickk glared at the Coach. "Turning your club into a titty bar won't work, Farley! Sooner or later people will get bored with the view and come back to a real gym!" The Coach laughed. "You wanna bet on that, you little pip-squeak?" "Sure as my name is Winston E. Prickk!" "Knickers, you're my expert on public relations. Hows about we go and see just how eager my clients are to give up exercising with a buck-naked angel to go to some crappy Dickmann's?" "Whatever you say, Coach," replied the perky Nicola. The three of them trooped back into the weights room, Nicola flanked by the Coach and Prickk. The moment she entered, everyone turned to look at her. Nicola certainly had a way of lighting up a room, especially with her hooters hanging out the front of her leotard. "Hi, guys!" Nicola greeted them. "Hey, we were wondering, would you like to stay here, at Coach Farley's Gym, working out with me, or would you rather be at a Dickmann's Gym?" All the men exchanged incredulous glances, but before they could reply, Nicola had more to say: "Before you make your minds up, I have a small announcement to make. I'm afraid that Coach Farley's Gym will no longer be offering a topless mascot to cheer up your daily work-out routines." This was quickly followed by a gasp of astonishment. Prickk, thinking Farley had lost his cute little gimmick, smirked. But wait! Nicola still had more to say: "Instead, Coach Farley's Gym will be offering, for your pleasure and entertainment, a *full nude* mascot. Whaddaya say to that, boys?" Nicola's declaration was greeted by a roar of approval from her admirers. It quickly turned into a chant. "Off! Off! Off! Off!" With a shrug of her shapely shoulders, Nicola slipped her thumbs into her leotard. "Looks like from now on I'll be saving a few bucks on my work-out wardrobe!" As the guys eagerly gathered round to watch the strip show, Prickk fumed. "Dammit Farley! I guess you win." "Don't you think you should be slinking out with your tail between your legs, eh, Prick?" "In a second. I just want to watch Nicola take her clothes off." And who wouldn't? Surrounded by a roomful of slavering men, Nicola teasingly began to slip the leotard off her body. Guided by her fingers, the silky little slip of material slithered downward over Nicola's hips, inch by inch baring more of the starlet's gorgeous physique in all her naked glory. At last Nicola yanked her leotard right off, exposing her immaculately trimmed muff to the whole gym. The guys had seen many a tempting glimpse of Nicola's moist nether lips over the past week, but this was the first time they'd had the pleasure of seeing her naked pussy in all its glory. A burst of applause rung through the gym, shot through with piercing wolf-whistles. Nicola wiggled her backside, letting the unwanted garment slide down her thighs and fall at her feet. The Aussie beauty basked in the glow of adulation elicited by her impromptu striptease right in the middle of the weights room. She loved being the center of attention, and showing off her best assets was always guaranteed to get her noticed.  Nicola was completely naked now except for her sneakers and sweatbands. She posed for her admirers, turning so that everyone got a good look, her full breasts bobbing with every movement. As she showed herself off, Nicola couldn't help but notice the lustful way the guys were eying up her delicious curves. "So," she asked casually, "I take it no one has a problem if I work-out nude from now on?" "NO!" came the single reply with many voices.  "Well," said Nicola happily. "Time to hit the showers. Who'd like to scrub my back?" ********** "And that's why the guys at my local gym are really sweet and don't mind me working out nude," said Nicola as she finished up her tale. "Wow!" said Rick. "What a sexy story." By now, his hand had crept up Nicola's thigh and was between her legs, his fingertips gently brushing against her dripping pussy lips. "Can you imagine that?" Rick continued as he groped Nicola's juicy bits, "someone saving their business by using a sexy naked girl to entice customers. I bet it would make a great movie." Nicola giggled. Things were getting pretty steamy, and not just because they were in the sauna. Her stunningly beautiful face was flushed red with the excitement of being naked in a room full of horny men, their sweating bodies pressed tightly against her bare flesh. "I was wondering, Rick," Nicola murmured, "if you'd like to help me out with my wrist exercises." "Wrist exercises?" he replied, mystified as to what she was talking about- until Nicola slipped her own hand between his legs and wrapped it around his erect penis. I big dumb grin spread across Rick's face. "Sure, Knickers! I'd be glad to lend you a helping hand." Nicola smirked. "I think for this routine, it's my hand that'll be helping you." Gently she began to stroke his cock, running her delicate digits up and down his shaft. As she did so, Nicola's soft blue eyes stared into his, a flirtatious smile dancing on her lips.  Rick's pulse began to race, his breathing becoming shallow. This might be Nicola's work-out, but he seemed to be the one doing all the exertion. Nicola started to pick up the pace, squeezing his cock in her fist with a deliciously firm grip. She certainly knew what she was doing as she expertly jerked him off. Rick slumped back on the bench, opening his legs even wider. Wiping a damp lick of her hair away from her face, Nicola bent down over Rick's lap, her forearm resting on his naked thighs.  When he first saw Coach Farley's run-down old gym, Rick never imagined he'd wind up in the steamroom receiving a first-class hand job from a gorgeous model! "Good boy," Nicola murmured, "You like that, don't you?" "Uh-huh," he replied, sweat dripping off his face. His dick was slippery with pre-cum, nicely lubricating Nicola's hot palm. That oh-so-nice feeling of sexual pleasure rose in his loins, and he felt orgasm approach. "Time to change hands!" Nicola suddenly squealed with glee. Rick was momentarily disappointed as her right hand disengaged itself from his cock, but an instant later her left was firmly wrapped around his quivering member and Nicola was wanking him again. "Oh yeah!" he groaning. "That hits the spot." Smiling to herself, the sexy little gym bunny pumped away for all she was worth. Rick squirmed in delight at her tender ministrations, as Nicola brought him to the brink of ecstasy. But before he could come, Nicola stopped. Obviously, she had more in store for Rick, and all the other guys. "Time to hit the showers, boys," Nicola announced. She picked herself up off the marble bench and sauntered out of the steamroom. Everyone followed quickly behind. By now, Rick was used to the unusual arrangements of Coach Farley's gym, and the fact that Nicola waltzed nonchalantly into the men's shower block didn't surprise him in the least. It was a large communal block, with plenty of room for everybody. Nicola turned on the shower, letting the steaming hot water cascade over her head, wetting her long brunette hair, and washing down her naked body.  Then she took Rick by the hand, guiding him under the showerhead. He let out a slight gasp as the warm water splashed over his own body, running like a waterfall down his chest and sploshing over his erect penis. The starlet turned to face Rick, their soaked bodies barely touching. Nicola was as tall as him, her smouldering blue eyes level with his own. Rick's prick, stiff and eager for the hot little gym bunny, brushed against Nicola's well-toned abs. She placed her arms around his neck and murmured, "lift me up." Rick complied, grasping the nude girl by her hips and lifting her into the air. Nicola wrapped her luscious long legs around Rick's waist. He could feel her warm body close against his own, her boobs pressed against his chest, trembling with desire as he held her in his arms. Nicola wiggled her bottom to position herself, and then slowly, slowly, the starlet lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. Rick felt an intense yet pleasant warmth flood over his cock as Nicola's vagina steadily enveloped him. Lubricated by her salivating love-juices, Nicola's velvet box slithered eagerly over Rick's penis, greedily slurping him in inch by inch. At last Nicola bottomed out, her cunt deliciously stuffed to bursting point, she gave out a satisfied gasp and hugged herself tight against him. The others stood around, watching their coupling, each of them waiting for their own turn. Without further ado, Rick commenced fucking the starlet, bouncing her up and down the length of his pole. Hot and moist, Nicola's pussy guzzled greedily on his cock with every stroke, her flesh clinging tightly to his. Water from the shower continued to spray over their furiously-fucking bodies, adding to the slippery mix of sweat and love-slime. Nicola enjoyed sex immensely, losing herself in sweet sticky rapture. Her performance was accompanied by a litany of squeaks and squeals as the gorgeous model eagerly impaled herself up and down on Rick's dick, over and over again. The handjob Nicola had given him earlier in the steamroom had made Rick pretty excited already, and it wasn't long before she could sense the organ buried deep inside her womb start to throb in impending climax. "Oh God!" cried Rick, his muscular body wriggling in orgasm. A moment later, Nicola felt that wonderfully gratifying sensation of hot cum being pumped into her pussy. Rick's cock continued to spurt for a few seconds more, filling the groaning starlet with his sperm. As if reluctant to let go, Nicola's rippling cunt-muscles persisted in squeezing Rick's prick, milking out the last few drops. "Wow, that was great!" Rick gasped as he lowered her back down. "I wish my local gym in New York had a mascot just like you." "Thank-you," Nicola replied modestly as she dismounted from her partner. With a deliciously obscene squelch his cock slurped out of her dripping pussy. "I try my best." But Nicola hadn't finished her work-out yet. Although she hadn't cum herself yet, there were still an awful lot of guys left. They stood around, clutching their purple erections, waiting anxiously for their turn.  It was a good thing Nicola was still horny. END

Georgia goes to University by Vanessa Evans Part 08 – Things start to get a bit routine except for - When I say that, the Sunday morning was the first time ever that I have been woken up by a man fucking me. I’d thought that it would be an amazing experience and I was right. I invited Matt to do the same anytime that he wanted to. We fucked again in the shower then I went back to my apartment thinking that I was very lucky to have a good friend with excellent benefits. My head wasn’t quite as clear as it could have been and I had a little nap before waking in the afternoon when Roxy was knocking on my door. She asked me if she could borrow my Wi-Fi camera and when I reviewed that footage on the Monday morning I was please to see that she too masturbates in her sleep, although only the once. I wondered who I could talk to to find out if it’s normal or if us 3 are freaks or if the building is somehow influencing us to do it. Was Charles putting something in the air conditioning that was making us all horny? Roxy was quite surprised when I played the video. Then she asked me for a copy. Around early evening I was feeling energetic enough to go and have a workout, so I did, but not before I put my remote controlled vibrator in my vagina and switched it on to low vibrations. None of the others were in the workout room so I did my whole routine on my own. That didn’t stop me cumming on the exercise cycle, or cumming again in the pool using the water jet. The sauna was very relaxing. Monday was university again, 2 sessions, 1 in the morning and the other in the afternoon. As is the norm now, I flashed my pussy at the man teaching us. I also stopped at the coffee shop and had a snack and a cappuccino while doing some of my homework and flashing anyone out on the street who cared to look. Later that evening Riley came to see me to ask what time we had to leave in the morning to get there on time. I told her that Charles had booked a taxi for 08:50 for us and that she had to wear a dress not a skirt and top. “Why, it will be a woman who gets rid of my unwanted hair and they are all below my waist.” “Riley, please do as I ask, you never know what opportunities may arise.” “Be prepared and all that.” “That’s it Riley.” After we’d got rid of all our unwanted hair, we left the shop and I steered Riley to walk down the road. “Where are we going, shall I get a taxi?” Riley asked. “No, we’re going to another shop, one that Charles has recommended.” “Oh yes, what does it sell?” “Holes.” “What, I don’t understand.” Thirty seconds later we stopped outside a little shop. “We’re here.” “This, this shop does piercing; are we?” “Yes Riley, we’re getting our nipples pierced.” “Oh, okay then.” We went in and were met by a middle-aged man who has lots of tattoos that he obviously liked to show because he was wearing a string vest. When I told him that Charles had sent us he smiled, probably realising that he’d be able to sell us his most expensive nipple rings or whatever. We spent a good 5 minutes discussing the options for ‘things’ to put in the holes that he was going to make in sensitive areas and in the end we both decided on titanium barbells. “Is it going to hurt?” Riley asked. “Only a little and just for less than a second, no more than a pin prick, but if you like I can give your nipple a quick squirt with an anaesthetic spray that will numb it.” “Yes please.” Riley replied. Everything sorted we went to the back of the shop, behind a curtained-off area. “Right, who’s first?” The man asked. Riley looked at me but said nothing. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll go first.” “I’m going to need you up on the table with access to your breasts.” “No problem.” I replied as I pulled my dress off leaving me naked, and I climbed up onto the padded table. The man never said anything about me being naked but he certainly looked, and I watched him as he got his equipment ready and put on a mouth mask and latex gloves. Then he turned and studied my breasts. “Your nipples are perfect for piercing Georgia.” He said. They were rock hard, I was half expecting to be a bit nervous but I wasn’t. If anything I was aroused, thinking more about a strange man paying so much attention to my tiny breasts. I watched as he got a little spray can and gave my right nipple a quick squirt that felt cold and made it feel like it was going harder. Seconds later I watched as the man used a sort of tweezers with a hole in the end to squeeze my nipple and then quickly push a needle through the tweezers and my nipple. I expected some pain, as the needle went through my right nipple first, but I didn’t feel a thing. I guess that the anaesthetic was doing its job. Next, the titanium barbell was pushed through then the tweezers were removed. Finally he screwed the end of the barbell on. “First one done. Is that okay?” “Perfect.” I replied as I looked at it and saw just a little blood leaking out. He repeated the procedure with my left breast and within 5 minutes he was finished. “You may climb down now Georgia, I’ll let you put the lint pad and the surgical tape on each one, just to catch any blood and save getting it on your dress.” “Before I climb down, I’m considering a clit piercing as well but I’ve heard that some girls aren’t suitable, please can you have a quick look and tell me if mine is suitable? No point in thinking about it if mine isn’t suitable.” “Okay,” He looked down towards my pussy and I spread my legs as wide as I could. “Hmm, you have a youthful vulva and whole genitals area Georgia, I know that you already told me that your are over 18 but I need to ask again, are you sure that you are 18?” “No, I’m not 18; I’m 19, I’m a university student.” “Fair enough, but I am legally obliged to ask.” “Okay.” I replied, not really being surprised. His gloved fingers started probing my very wet clitoral area and I could feel his fingers sliding about, and it felt nice, very nice. I felt him pull my hood back revealing even more of my clit that was already sticking out. I was just thinking, “If he does anything else to me I’m, going to cum.” When his fingers moved away. I felt disappointed as he told me that I was suitable. Then he explained that he usually pierced the clitoris hood and not the clitoris itself, “Once fully healed the ring or whatever is inserted, can then be pulled back to reveal more of the clitoris itself.” “Well I don’t really have a problem because, as you can see, mine comes out quite a lot. Maybe a ring pulled back would make me more sensitive.” “Maybe, all girls are different but a few have told me that it had increased their pleasure, so do you want it doing?” “Err no, not at the moment, I still haven’t made my mind up but it’s nice to know that it is possible, thank you.” I wanted to move my right hand to my pussy and finish what his finger had started, but instead I closed my legs then swung them round and slid off the edge of the table. “They look good Georgia, well apart from the blood.” Riley said. “Right Riley, your turn, if you could get ready please?” The man asked. I looked at his face as Riley pulled her dress off revealing her naked body. I saw a slight smile and just knew that he liked what he saw. The man completed the same procedure on Riley as I put one of the cone shaped lint pads on each nipple and taped them in place with the surgical tape. By the time I was finished, that man was finished and I heard Riley ask him to check her clit then tell him if she was suitable for a piercing. I watched as Riley spread her legs and the man had a quick probe around her clit which from where I was stood, looked very shiny and wet. Unsurprisingly, Riley was given the all clear to get her hood pierced and she too declined the offer to pierce her right there and then. I slowly lowered my dress over my head and down to its intended place then helped Riley put the lint pads and tape on her breasts as the man tidied up. When we were all ready he led us to the front of the shop then gave us the leaflets about how to keep your piercings clean and infection clear. He then told us that it was very important to follow what it says on the leaflet telling us that the healing process varies from girl to girl but we should feel a lot more comfortable by the end of the week but to keep rough contact to a minimum until all pain had gone. “Common sense.” I thought, “but there again, a lot of girls are a bit short of that these days.” The man took plastic and we paid him and left. While we were waiting for the taxi Riley told me that she was glad that I’d surprised her with that because if I hadn’t she might not have got them done. “So what are you going to hang on those barbells when you’re all healed?” I asked. “No idea, haven’t really thought about it; you?” “I’ve seen some little ‘D’ rings that you can hang all sorts from, I might get some of those and maybe a little gold chain that goes from 1 nipple to the other. A sort of ‘grab rope’ for anyone who wants to pull me by my nipples.” “That sounds painful.” “I’m certainly sure that it would be if I put then on now, but we’ll see when they’re fully healed. A month that man said, but I’m hoping that it will be sooner, whenever I cut myself when I was little it always healed quite quickly. Daddy said that I had magic skin.” “How are we going to keep the guys from pulling on our nipples or barbells Georgia?” “Just tell them straight, tell them to leave them alone and play with your pussy instead.” “I’ll do that.” Just then our taxi arrived and took us to the university. As I walked in I realised that the anaesthetic spray had work off and that my nipples were throbbing a little. Also, the lint pads were stopping my nipples from making little bulges in my dress. “Oh well,” I thought, “Can’t have everything, but when those pads come off the bulges will be a different shape and people will stare even more to try to work out what’s causing the shape.” The rest of the day was okay, so far the work is easy and the pussy flashing is rewarding. I spent the evening in my apartment doing homework and browsing the internet for nipple jewellery. I ordered some, including some breast cones. They come in various sizes for different breast sizes and they even had some for my little titties. They’re flesh coloured and have the pointy bit cut off so that your nipple sticks through. The web page said that they go great with nipple rings, take your ring off, put the cone in place, pull your nipple through then put the ring back on you nipple. It said that the pressure of the little hole on the nipple would keep it erect and feeling sexy, but the addition of the jewellery would eliminate the chance of the nipple shrinking and the cone falling off. That sounded interesting to me so I ordered the smallest pair that they had and hoped that they would be small enough. During my bathroom routine before going to bed I took the tape and pads off and was please to see that my nipples were at least looking better. I made up the saline solution that the leaflet recommended and held a cup full of it over each tit to allow it to soak all the dried blood off and in around the barbells. The throbbing had stopped when I went and lay on my bed to go to sleep. I woke up a couple of times during the night to find my right hand on my pussy and my left hand below my right tit. I guessed that I’d been masturbating and my left hand had gone to my right tit and the pain of it touching my nipple had woken me. I wondered if I should cuff my wrists together and use some rope to tie my wrists to one ankle before going to bed the next night. The Wednesday morning saw me bathing my nipples in the solution after my shower where I didn’t soap my tits for the first time since they’d sprouted. It was a loose fitting, silky top and skirt that I wore to go to the hairdressers. I didn’t want any sort of pressure on my nipples, even though they had just about stopped hurting. Yes, the hairdressers, I still didn’t know exactly what I style I wanted, just that I wanted it short. After looking at some photos and some discussion with a couple of the younger hairdressers I decided on a sort of side swept pixie look. The photo that they had of that style was on a girl who looked to be about 9 or 10 but everyone agreed that it would look good on me. Wow, if I looked young before but this new hair style made me look even younger. I was feeling quite pleased with myself in the taxi going to the university for my afternoon session. I even got some complements from a couple of the girls in my class, and my tutor. That was even before he saw up my skirt to my bare pussy. The Wednesday evening was Harry’s first yoga class. Four naked girls were stood at the end of the swimming pool talking about the 4 newly pierced nipples when Harry finally walking in carrying 4, rolled up, exercise mats. A little gift for us for being his guinea pigs. With Harry was Oliver, who had come to video the event. He just assumed that we wouldn’t object and no one did. Well, Harry had learnt a little from his first attempt at teaching us, and he’s obviously been doing some research, but he still had a long way to go. His students were teaching him things and suggesting that he included gymnastics and aerobics stretching exercises as well. It didn’t help him that his eyes were glued to our spread pussies for half the lesson. At the end he thanked us and asked if we were okay for the following Wednesday. Roxy told him to find a girl and give her a good fucking just before the next lesson. I wasn’t sure that he understood Roxy’s point but none of us pointed it out to him. I suggested that he offer the lessons to other girls at the university say that another 3 or 4 would be a good number. The next, outside what has become the norm, event was Orgasm Club. I hadn’t told Riley when the meeting was and at 7 pm on the appropriate Friday evening I went to her apartment and told her to take a quick shower then put on just a dress and shoes. She wanted to know why but I just told her that it was a surprise that she would definitely like. At 7:30 we walked down the stairs and to the taxi that I had previously asked Charles to arrange. When I asked the driver to take us to the Red Lion pub, and even when we walked up the stairs to the function room Riley still had no idea what she was about to do. There was a large man stood outside the door to the function room and he asked us where we were going. “Mark told us to be here at 8 pm.” I replied; and he stepped aside. There was only 2 naked girls there, standing talking to half a dozen men. One man came over to us and introduced himself as Mark. “One of you gorgeous young ladies must be Georgia and the other Riley. Have I got that right? “Correct,” I replied, “I’m Georgia and this is my friend Riley.” “Good, it’s always good to welcome new members to the club.” “Members to what, what sort of club is this?” “Didn’t Georgia explain Riley, this is the Orgasm Club.” “Yes I did explain to her,” I said, “it’s just that I didn’t tell her that that was where we were going when we set off.” “Ah, a surprise. Well Riley, I can guarantee that you will have a very satisfying evening. Georgia, I know that you passed my security questions okay, and that you say that you are attending the university but you look so young, do you have any photo ID on y…...” As soon as he started on about the security questions I knew what was about to come and I quickly opened my clutch bag, got my passport out and passed it to him. “Sorry about this Georgia, but all members are supposed to be over 18 and you have to admit that you do look nowhere near that age.” “That’s okay Mark, I get challenged quite a bit, hence the passport in my bag. It’s a bit of a long story but as you can see I’m definitely over 18.” “I certainly can, I guess that looking the way you do has it’s good points as well it’s bad points. Now, it’s a little early so there aren’t many members here yet, but if you take all your clothes off and come over to us I will introduce you to the others and Leo will get you a drink.” Mark turned and walked back to the small group of people and Riley said, “We have to strip naked right now?” “Yes Riley, there’s some men to appreciate the sight of your body.” “I know, I saw them, that’s why I got all wet as soon as he said to take our clothes off.” We walked over to the group and Mark started introducing us with Leo interrupting to ask what we’d like to drink. It was nice, arousing and exhilarating talking to those clothed men knowing that before long they would be watching us masturbate for them, and more men. We both got compliments about out piercings and I couldn’t help noticing 1 of the other girls had a little chain hanging down from her clit hood piercing. As we were talking more people arrived. By the time they stopped arriving and Mark called for silence I had counted 11 naked girls (all looked to be in their late teens or early twenties and I wondered how many of them went to our university), 6 clothed girls and 15 men. I was sure that Riley’s pussy was tingling as much as mine was, and that she was as wet as I was. A couple of the naked girl’s faces looked vaguely familiar but that was it. After greetings and welcoming the new members, 4 of us, he came to each naked girl and used a marker pen to write a number on our stomach’s. Both guys randomly going all over the room. Mark then explained the rules then asked for numbers 1 through 4 to step forward and lay on their backs on 1 on the 4 tables that were there. Riley was number 3 and I could see that she was both nervous and excited as she climbed onto the table and spread her legs wide. Mark and Leo then put a heart rate monitor on each girls wrist then Mark went to different table that had a laptop and a kitchen timer on it. When Mark shouted “GO”, 2 things happened, firstly 4 girls started masturbating, and secondly, nearly all the men and about half of the clothed girls moved in and surrounded the tables. They’d had strict instructions not to touch any of the girls but I could imagine what it would be like for Riley when she opened her eyes and saw all the strange men looking down on her naked body. I smiled and realised that my right hand had moved down to my pussy and was idly rubbing my clit. When I realised this I smiled and realised that I was getting a head start on the other girls. I looked around but couldn’t see any other naked girls fingering themselves. That 15 minutes went surprisingly quick. I couldn’t see much of the girls on the tables, nor any moans of pleasure over the encouragement that the audience were giving them, but after about 5 minutes Mark shouted, “Number 3 first orgasm.” Mark had to shout because the people surrounding the girls were cheering on the girls like the girls at school at an inter-schools netball game. “Well done Riley.” I thought. Each of the other girls, apparently, reached their climax as I heard Mark shout out their numbers, then I heard, “Number 3 second orgasm.” And so it went on until Mark announced that the 15 minutes was up and that Riley was the winner with 4 orgasm. The audience moved back to the sides of the room leaving 4 happy looking girls on the tables, I noted that all 4 still had their legs wide open and number 2 was finishing off an orgasm that had arrived just a little too late to be counted. Everyone waited until all the 4 girls had finished what they were doing and sat up then Mark went over to Riley, congratulated her and held her arm up in the air. The heart rate monitors were removed and the 4 girls went to the side of the room to join anyone who had come with them and Leo got them a drink. As Riley walked over to me she looked happy with herself and I congratulated her and asked if she’d enjoyed herself. “Of course, I’m a good girl letting men see me naked. All of those men looking down at my naked body and watching me make myself cum, how could I not be happy?” Shortly after that Mark called for girls numbers 5 through 8 to go and get on a table. I had a black number 7 on my stomach so I stepped forward, climbed on a table and spread my legs so that my feet were hanging off the sides. As Mark put the heart rate monitor on my wrist he quietly asked me if I was okay. I nodded and looked up to his eyes to see that his eyes were looking further down my body. I took some deep breaths, relaxed and waited for the start. My right hand flew to my pussy as I saw the audience move it around me. As my hand got busy on my already dripping pussy, I looked at the faces of the men above me. I saw expressions of nothing through to pure lust and concentrated on the pure lust ones and tried to imagine what they were thinking, what they wanted to do to my body. My left hand moved to my pussy as well and started finger fucking myself as the fingers on my right hand massaged my clit. My first orgasm was confirmed by Mark shouting, “Number 7 first orgasm.” The scores were pretty even and when I was the first to achieve 4 I was happy and didn’t expect the others to to manage 4 but I was wrong, number 5 achieved her fourth. My right hand sped up again and when Mark announced 10 seconds to go I thought that it was going to be a tie and that the time would be extended until 1 of us achieved another. Then I heard the word, “Priapus”. I didn’t register if it was a male of female voice at the time but it was definitely that word and it had the effect that it always does. My heart rate shot up as I had a spontaneous orgasm, I didn’t even have time to say that I was cumming. “Number 7 fifth orgasm.” Mark announced in a surprised voice (so Riley later told me). Seconds later it was over and I had won. As I was starting to return to normal I felt Mark take the heart rate monitor off my wrist and say, “That last one was unexpected Georgia. I’ve never seen one arrive so quick.” I managed to reply, “It caught me by surprise as well.” When I got off the table and went to where I could see Riley she whispered, “Sorry, but I couldn’t let you loose Georgia.” I just smiled at her. I didn’t want to win by cheating but I did want to get into the final, and the thought of winning and everyone there making me cum over and over was really a big turn-on for me. I gave her a naked hug and thanked her. Leo was handing drinks out and we grabbed a couple just before the last 3 girls climbed on the tables. Riley is taller than me and she put an arm round my shoulder and caressed 1 of my tits as we watched the girls at work. We’d managed to get to the front and could easily see 2 of the girls as they worked on their pussies. I was interested to see if they were doing anything to themselves that I could learn from, but they weren’t. The other thing about that time was Riley’s caressing wasn’t hurting my nipple at all, although I still suspected that it would hurt if she got rough with it, as would hers if I got rough with hers. The winning girl only managed 3 orgasms and I was a little unhappy for her because she’s only have about 15 minutes before she had to go again whereas both Riley and I had much more time, and couple of drinks to recover. Anyway, about 15 minutes later, Riley, the latest winner and myself were called upon to get onto the tables. As we walked over I told Riley not to use ‘that word’ whatever happened, and that the winner would win on the merits of her own sexual whatever at that moment. A couple of minutes later, all 3 of us were on our backs, legs spread wide, heart rate monitors on our wrists and waiting for Mark to shout go. He did, and 3 pairs of hands got to work on 3 pussies with lots of people watching them. Well, just being naked with people all around me isn’t as much of a turn-on as it was when I first went to Ibiza, but masturbating with my legs wide open with lots of people looking down on me certainly is and it was only 3 or 4 minutes before I was cumming and I heard Mark shout, “Number 7 first orgasm.” I tried to keep up with the other girl’s orgasms but my brain seemed to have a single channel and so did my hands and pussy. I think that I had 4 orgasms but counting wasn’t my priority, when Mark came and told us that time was up. Our audience had backed away when Mark had first shouted for us to stop so I got up on my elbows and saw that Riley had kept going after being told to stop. I smiled to myself knowing what it is like to be soo close and having to stop. I also smiled again when Mark announced that I was the winner. I swung my legs to the side of the table, slid off whilst the applause was still going on. Both Riley and the other girl came over to congratulate me. As Riley hugged me I whispered to her, “I hope that you didn’t hold back.” “No,” she replied, “you won it fair and square.” To the other girl I whispered, “Hard luck, I guess that I had longer to recover from my first session.” “Oh don’t worry about it, after your next session it’s an ‘open house’ and any girl can get on a table and let everyone do whatever they want to us. I’ll get just as much of a reward as you will.” As soon as Mark had congratulated me again he told me to get back on the table then invited any and everyone who wanted to, to come and fondle and caress every part of my body until I begged them to stop. “Not much chance of me saying that.” I thought, “I’ll let them keep going until either they get bored or I pass out.” It was eventually the former. After all those hands and fingers made me cum 3 more times Mark told them to stop then invited any girl who wanted to to get back on a table and submit to the pleasures of the audience. Mark helped me off the table and Leo put a bottle of water in my hand as soon as I sat down. “Well done Georgia,” Mark said, for a first timer you did well. Most new girls take some time relaxing and getting used to being naked with so many clothe people around.” “I guess that a year in Ibiza wearing nothing most of the time and now living in an apartment block where the girls are naked most of the time really helps.” “Wow, I bet that you are enjoying that, and the guys too. It was never like that when I was at university. I think that this is one area where progress is good.” “It certainly is for me.” Mark left me to go and check that no girl was getting something that she didn’t want and my mind went back to shortly after I’d left school when James took Charlotte and me to a pub where I had my old school uniform cut off me and I was pleasured by hands (only) until I blacked-out. I’m sure that that part of the evening took a lot more time than the actual competition because all the girls, including Riley and me, took our turn on the tables and let the hands of the audience pleasure us. Both Riley and I took our turns in helping some of the girls to orgasm and whilst I was rubbing the clit of one of the girls a man behind me was fingering me. I had another 3 orgasms before we finally left after asking Mark when the next meeting was. He told us that he’s text us with the date. Just after that night I got myself a new vibrator, one that concentrates on my clit. I wanted one to torture my clit but because I never wear knickers it took me a while to fine one. It’s sort of ‘L’ shaped, a dildo with a big ball (somewhere between a tennis ball and a table tennis ball) on the end that gives my pussy muscles something to grip on, and the bottom of the ‘L’ covers my clit and vibrates. It too is remote controlled with a big battery in the dildo that keeps the vibrations on my clit going for hours. I guess that any unsuspecting person who sees up my skirt might think that it’s a red G-string that they can see, and that’s the only bad thing about it, it stops people from seeing most of my pussy. It’s a real rival to my other remote controlled ones but, unfortunately, it can’t be controlled over the internet. Both Ben and Matt are coming to my apartment on a morning every few days and waking me up by fucking me. I’ve told them to lock the door when they come in so that if any of the other guys come to do the same they will know that they have been beaten to it by someone else, or that, for some strange reason, I don’t want it to happen. I’ve also offered morning wake-up fucks to Harry and Oliver but that’s still a work in progress. I’ve also decided that if I wake up real early I’ll go and try each of the guy’s doors and if I find 1 open I’ll sneak in and to their bedrooms to see if they are on their own and have a morning woody. Then I’ll gently climb on and ride them until they cum, either in a wet dream or in the awake world. Whichever it is it will be as nice a surprise for them as it is for me when they do it to me. That’s if they actually wake up. I wondered if they could sleep through me riding them and them cumming. If we’d both cum and I had left before they woke up would they even realise or maybe think that it was just a dream. I promised myself that I’d experiment when I had a man full-time. The fortnightly Saturday parties are still going strong and look likely to continue. We are still playing the silly games that leave us 4 girls totally exposed. We also play the flexible doll game and it’s always a laugh watching the guys try to get us girls to laugh or move when we should be keeping perfectly still, even when they finger or fuck us. Wednesday evenings Harry’s yoga classes are going strong as well and he’s managed to talk another girl from the university to come along. She didn’t seen at all worried when she had to strip in front of all of us, including the guys who come along to watch; nor when Oliver gets his camera out and takes dozens of photos of the ‘interesting’ parts of the now 5 naked girls. What’s more, Harry is getting better at being an instructor although he does tend to have us doing the positions that involve our legs being wide open more than the other positions. Halloween came and I got invited to a classmates party. Thankfully I had enough time, or should I say Serena had enough time to make me a costume. I left the design up to her knowing that she would make something very revealing, and she did. It was a Princess Leia costume. The top was the spirals on each tit but Serena made them so that there was to tips to the cone spirals, my nipples and barbells stuck through the cones. Because of the small size of my tits, there was very little metal in the spirals and 95 percent of my tits were exposed. Serena had got the belt looking very much like in the pictures that I’d seen but there was a lot less material hanging from the belt, front and back. In fact the front piece was only about 5 cm wide and the rear piece wasn’t much wider. I was really happy that my slit and most of my tits were on display most of the time and the guys at the party seemed happy as well. The whole time that I was there there was at least 1 guy trying to hit on me. I was in ‘tease’ mode that night and really did enjoy letting them see my goodies then moving on to another guy. I don’t think that there was a guy there who didn’t want to fuck me, they certainly tried hard enough. My ass and pussy got groped a lot but a cock never went inside me until Ben woke me the next morning by ramming his cock in to me. One drunk guy came up to me and squeezed and pulled both my nipples. I started to shout at him as I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. They have both healed quite nicely so I decided that when I had a minute back at the apartment I’d try fitting the ‘D’ rings that I’d already got. Anyway, after a few seconds letting him play with my nipples I asked him if he was going to suck them. He was a bit slow realising what I had asked then he let go and brought his mouth down to my right nipple. The girl that I was talking to had a bit of a shocked expression on her face. Talking about reactions to my costume, the guys was totally predictable and I was expecting some catty comments from the odd girl or 2, but I got none, in fact I got a couple of comments about how brave I was and that they wished that they’d thought of a Leia costume. A couple of the girls in my class look at me as if I’m some sort of slut, which I guess that I am, so I was expecting them to say something derogatory but they didn’t. Someone had invited one of our professors, a young one that seems to like looking up my bare legs to my bare pussy. He spent ages talking to me and asking about my gap year. I told him about some of the more ‘adventurous’ things that I’d got up to, including about the hypnosis, but I didn’t tell him what the word was, nor give him a clue. After telling him all those things the poor man must have been close to cumming in his pants. I know that I was close to cumming just telling him those things. When I went for a pee a bit later there was something else that I needed to take care of as well as empty my bladder, and I returned to the party to dance, get hit on some more, tease some more and let my arousal level slowly increase until I had to go to the bathroom again. As one point, well a few times, I wished that I’d worn one of my vibrators, maybe one that’s controlled from my phone, and let each guy that talked to me control me for a while and see which 1 was going to make me cum right there in the main room with all my classmates watching. I decided that if I got invited to a similar end of term or Christmas party I’d do just that. That would be a nice Christmas present for most of the people there. I’d gone to the party wearing a long scarf to protect me from the cold evening. The taxi driver had smiled at my outfit and probably stared at my nearly naked butt as I walked away from him, but when it came time to go back to the apartment I couldn’t find the scarf so the different taxi driver got and even better look at me as I walked up to his car. I masturbated to 2 orgasms before I finally fell asleep that night. Talking about cold evenings, I’ve gone through all the clothes that Celeste sent me again and come across some stockings, some hold-up and some not. I also found a couple of suspender belts. I’ve never worn one of those before but, trying one on, I liked the look of my pussy being framed by the white straps. I tried them on with some of my longer, micro skirts and was pleased with the results. They’ll protect my legs from the cold but not my pussy which I have sworn I will never cover again. I also found a couple of jackets that look warm. I tried them on and discovered that they are about the same length as my micro skirts. When the weather gets colder I’ll use them as coats with nothing underneath. I’ve got into a routine of going down to the workout room 3 or 4 times a week and going through my routine and adding a couple of more reps to each exercise. Sometimes no one else is there and sometimes one of the others is there and if it’s a guy I make sure that my spread pussy is facing them all the time. I’m still getting an extra sexual high each time one of the guys watches me and usually when they do the guy, or guys, ends up fucking me, so I get a little more exercise. One Saturday night (not a party night) during the November, the big glass window in the pool room got smashed by some drunken lout, presumably wondering what was behind the big mirror. Charles locked the door to the pool room and put a note on it telling us that it was closed for a couple of days. When I asked him what it was all about he told me what had happened and that the glass would be replaced on the Tuesday and that by then the pool would have been drained, cleaned and refilled. I went down there on the Tuesday evening for a workout and swim and yes, Charles was good to his word. I had a good workout then went to the pool for a swim and a pussy massage from the jet of water circulating the water. Riley joined me half way through my workout and then in the pool. When we got out we relaxed on the loungers, both of us putting our feet on the floor at either side of the loungers, and we both idly played with our pussies as we talked and watched the people going by outside. I did observe that quite a few of the people outside were looking at themselves in the big mirror / window in front of us. I thought no more of it because Charles had told us when we first arrived there that we could see out but the people on the other side only saw a mirror. I forgot about it and when we got up to go to the sauna 2 naked girls walked passed the new window on our way to the sauna. We were less than 2 metres from the 2 or 3 people who had stopped to look at themselves in the mirrored window, if only they knew. That Wednesday evening the naked yoga class continued as usual with 5 (now) naked girls exposing their pussies to the naked Harry who had his back to the window. As usual, both Harry and Oliver got a boner as they look down on us and Oliver goes from girl to girl taking photos. All in all, a regular naked yoga class. I had had an evil thought just before one Wednesday’s yoga class and charged up my WiFi camera. Then I linked it to the cam-girl’s site. After a quick test I took it down to the yoga class and asked Oliver to record everything to it. I didn’t tell him that it was live streaming to the internet and possibly hundreds of people all around the world. I also didn’t tell the other girls that their naked bodies were being streamed live all around the world. The only 2 girls that I thought might object were Daniella and Rosie, the recruit to the class that Harry had talked in to coming along. I still haven’t managed to have a chat with her and find out what her objectives are, or if she is just an exhibitionist like me. When I got back to my apartment I looked at the cam-girl's website and saw that over a thousand people had been watching us. I felt really good. Then I scanned through the recorded copy of what my camera had streamed and I have to admit that Oliver is really good at capturing every detail of spread pussies. The Thursday evening saw me down there again doing my workout then swim, then sauna before going back to the pool to get my pussy massaged before laying out on the lounger that was nearest the big window. I like laying out there with my legs wide apart imagining that the people outside were seeing my spread pussy and me idly playing with it. That evening I got aroused even more because more people outside were checking themselves out in the big mirror between us. I imagined the young men caressing my naked body and making me cum. Those thoughts and my fingers, made me cum as I watched the people. I had to have another shower before going back to my apartment. It was as I left the apartment block to go to the university on that Friday morning Charles told me that the men coming to put the one-way film on the new window wouldn’t now be arriving until the following Monday. As my mouth was thanking him for letting me know, my brain was was remembering what I had done in front of that window thinking that no one outside could see in. My pussy was a lot wetter than normal as I walked to the university. My brain was also thinking about the Saturday night party coming up and me going for workouts that evening and on both days over the weekend. If it came to the crunch I could always deny that Charles had told me that the one-way film wasn’t going to be added until the Monday. I did go for a workout that evening, and rushed my exercising to get out on a lounger near the window. When no one was outside looking in at me I kept jumping into the pool and letting the water jet massage my pussy to more orgasms. I think that by the time I went back to my apartment I’d had 6 orgasms over the 2 hours that I was laying there. It was the same on the Saturday afternoon but there were more people looking in. I’d also worn my remote controlled vibrator, the one with the purple tail sticking out of my vagina. I lost count of the number of orgasms that I had laying there watching the strangers watch me. Eventually I had to stop because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have any energy for the party that night. The subject of the window never came up at the party and I wasn’t going to say anything as all of us frolicked about stark naked. It was dark outside so I couldn’t tell if anyone was looking in. I was back having a workout and swimming on the Sunday evening as well. Roxy came down and joined me while I was still in the workout room and when we were on the loungers talking she asked me if I knew that the one-way film hadn’t yet been put on the window. I laughed and said, “Yes, why do you think I’m here.” “Me too.” We laughed again and then she asked me if I thought that people saw us messing about and fucking at the party. “I hope so.” I replied. “But I’m not sure because we haven’t had a visit from the police yet.” “Or maybe Charles has fobbed them off with some story or other. He does know what we get up to down here you know, he’s got cameras everywhere.” “I know.” I replied but didn’t tell her how I knew, or that I had access to what she was getting up to in her bedroom. The Monday was the last chance for me to expose myself to people passing by, and fortunately, I had a free afternoon at the university so I took my laptop down to the pool room and sat on a lounger with my spread feet close to the window and did my home work and browsed the internet for all sorts of things. I read a story about a girl who’d had cosmetic surgery on her pussy to get rid of her large labia minora. I don’t have any of those but it gave me the idea of getting some of my clit hood removed so that there was nowhere for my clit to hide when it decided to shrink. I like the idea of it permanently sticking out and being visible to everyone who cared to look, all of the time, not just when I’m aroused. I decided that I was going to make some enquiries. I had to decide if not being able to touch it for a week or so, and the pain that it would no doubt cause, would be worth it. I spent most of the afternoon and until it got dark outside, down there. I decided that it wasn’t as much fun if I didn’t know that people were watching me. ******

Gretchen the Babysitter – Part 1 By Little Joe Why Gretchen had agreed to fly out to Nice with the two girls, she didn’t know they were sixteen, after all. They should’ve been old enough to look after themselves. But apparently their father thought ‘they couldn’t be trusted’ on their own. And Gretchen was getting her airfare paid, at least. Their father sighed with relief. Not for nothing were his daughters known as the terrible twins. Goodness knows what on earth they’d get up to without somebody responsible with them. And Gretchen was responsible, wasn’t she? “They’re a bit of a handful, mind,” he’d warned. After all, she’d better know what she was letting herself in for. But Gretchen was enthusiastic about it. She could handle those girls. Once she put her hands on her hips and spoke with her authoritative voice, people did as they were told. She might only be five feet two inches in her stocking feet, but Gretchen with her hands on her hips was a force to be reckoned with. “I’d love to,” she’d said when asked, thinking about the free trip. The girls would be no trouble. They’d a have a real fun time, all girls together. Gretchen was petite, and blessed with abundant golden brown hair and a figure of perfect proportions. And she looked so young. When she was beside the girls who were bustier and taller than she was, and who wore lots of make-up, one would’ve thought they were keeping an eye on her! Jacantha and Tamarind, the terrible twins, at five feet eight inches tall, were six inches taller than Gretchen and blessed with that confidence and ease of manner which comes of always having someone to back you up. Blessed also with that mischievous nature which comes from always having someone to plot with. Gretchen ordered them to carry the bags. May as well start as she meant to carry on. She saw them glance at each other and reluctantly pick them up. She smiled to herself. She was already exerting her authority. The girls didn’t like being bossed about. Good.   They checked the bags in and waited for the flight, and waited, and waited. First it was one problem, then another, and then the flight was cancelled. They would be put up overnight in a hotel. As they queued to get their hotel voucher, Gretchen ordered the girls to go and pick up the checked in bags that they’d need for the overnight flight. “Come on, jump to it girls,” she said, thinking she may as well start as she meant to go on. They slouched off ungraciously. Gretchen smiled. They definitely didn’t like being bossed about. Ten minutes later they came back, shaking their heads and looking serious. Their luggage wouldn’t be offloaded. They’d have to make do with their carry-on bags. Gretchen groaned. Her carry-on bags contained nothing but a book, a special toy and a box of paper tissues. Poor Gretchen wasn’t the most organized. As they were a ‘family group,’ they were given a ‘family’ room with one double queen bed and one single bed. “What are we going to wear for sleeping?” complained Gretchen. “Come on, jump to it. You’ll have to rub through your underwear,” she instructed the girls. “We’ll need to wear them tomorrow.” “We’ve got pajamas,” said the twins almost in unison. ‘God,’ thought Gretchen, ‘they’re so efficient.’ She was going to have to sleep naked. And how embarrassing that was going to be. Gretchen ordered pizzas for the room, and a bottle of red wine. She needed something to relax. She wasn’t sure if the girls should drink. They were, after all, only sixteen. But then she thought one glass wouldn’t hurt. Maybe it wouldn’t have. Gretchen never knew because Jacantha’s first glass ended up right down Gretchen’s front. Had she done it on purpose? Poor Gretchen didn’t know. Her one and only traveling dress was ruined. She pulled it off and threw it at the girls. “Stupid girl. Get everything cleaned,” she shouted, “I don’t care how. I can’t travel in that. I’m having a shower. Come on, jump to it!” And with that she stormed into the bathroom. The girls watched her flounce off, and it’s difficult to flounce in nothing but your rather sexy undies. They looked at each other. “Ooh!” said Jacantha. “Ooh, oh!” said Tamarind. This could be fun. Gretchen stood in the shower letting the hot water bounce off her naked body. She’d given the girls the dress to wash in the sink, but red wine? What chance was there of getting that out? She soaped herself down fuming. She needed something to calm her down, relax her. Thank God she’d put one of her toys in her bag. It was her favorite, Big Willy! Big Willy always relaxed her, and my God, she did need relaxing. She dried herself off and, sitting on the toilet seat, she opened her legs wide and stroked her beautiful smooth pussy cat. It was so nice and soothing just to stroke it, moving her fingers up the opening between her private lips and playing a bit with her pleasure spot. She took out Big Willy and switched him on. He was her favorite; just the right size, he fitted perfectly as she slipped him in, buzzing gently and nicely stimulating the parts that needed stimulating. She closed her eyes. It was so relaxing. Big Willy did his job, and she enjoyed the moment. God, she needed that! “We’ve sent the dress off to be cleaned.” Gretchen was startled out of her reverie by the sound of a voice. “What?” She opened her eyes wide. Oh my God. She’d been caught naked with her toy up pleasuring herself. How long had they been there? Exactly how much had they seen? “Sorry to interrupt when you’re… em… enjoying yourself,” said Tamarind. “Please don’t stop on our account,” said Jacantha, “we just thought we’d let you know the housekeeper’s just taken your dress to be cleaned.” “What?” shrieked Gretchen, forgetting for the moment even to extract her plaything, “you’ve sent off my dress? When does it come back? It’s a twenty four hour service. I’ll be traveling in my panties if I don’t get it back.” “Oh dear,” said Jacantha, “we sent your bra and panties off as well. You did say to get everything cleaned!” Gretchen shrieked. The plane left at seven in the morning. No time to buy anything. She had to get her clothes back. Whipping out her little comforter and not even stopping to pick out a towel, she rushed out of the bathroom, out of the room and into the corridor. She could just see the housekeeper with the clothes disappearing towards the elevator, and she ran off after her, oblivious to the fact that she was stark naked. Only when she reached the elevator and it had long gone did she stop to think. She’d been a fool. She’d panicked. What with being caught in delicio delicto with Big Willy up her and everything. The thought of being watched playing with Big Willy sent her into spasms of embarrassment. She looked down at her bosoms. Her blush had spread all the way down and covered her bare boobies. Bare boobies! It suddenly struck home to her. She had rushed into the corridor totally starkers. Panic set in again and she rushed back to the room and banged on the door. “Girls! Girls!” she shrieked. “Let me in. I’ve got nothing on.” Giggles from inside the door. “Girls! Stop laughing and let me in. Jump to it!” More giggles. Gretchen raised her hand to hammer again, but then decided that was not quite the best idea. It would attract attention, and for the next five minutes she alternately threatened and cajoled, but all to no avail. It slowly dawned on her. They weren’t going to let her back in! She was alerted to the sound of voices coming along the corridor. She had to hide. Quickly she scampered off to the fire escape stairs. She could hide there and decide what to do. Back in the room the girls had collapsed in laughter. Jacantha picked up her phone and picked up Big Willy. They collapsed in laughter again. Should they play with Big Willy? No, they had Gretchen to play with now. And, she didn’t know it yet, but she was going to provide them with endless amusement. Gretchen stood on the fire escape stairs with her hands on her hips. That usually gave her confidence, but she was far from confident now. It was clear the girls weren’t going to let her back in. The little tykes! She’d give them what for when she got in. And Gretchen knew how to give people what for. She’d make them jump to it and no mistake. Their father would get to hear of this, and they’d be in real trouble. Then she thought perhaps not. Unfortunate details about how she came to be locked out in the altogether might emerge. Details including a description of Big Willy and what she’d been doing with him. Better just stick to delivering what for. They’d be jumping to it with a vengeance from now on! What was she to do now? There seemed only one option. She would have to go down to the front desk and get another key. Should she go now and get it over with, or wait until later when it would be quiet? She knew there was only one answer to that. She had to get it over with. She crept down the fire escape stairs to the door that led into the lobby. She stood in front of the door, hands on hips, breathing deeply. She was going to have to open that door, march across to the front desk, explain that she’d been locked out, and ask for a key. She had to give herself confidence. She was going to need it. She counted up to ten. On the count of ten she would do it. “Eight, nine… ten!” She pushed open the door and strode out. Immediately a hush fell on the place. Poor Gretchen felt every eye on her. Her hard fought for confidence melted away like snow off a dyke. She felt her face burning, she felt the blush spread down her front, and she felt her mouth go as dry as if it were filled with blotting paper. Her heart pounded, her face burned scarlet and her nerve broke. She had been determined not to do it. She had been determined to march nonchalantly to the desk, as if nothing were the matter, brimming with confidence. Instead she found herself vainly trying to hide her vagina with one hand and her nipples with the other as she scampered across the lobby to the desk. “Quick, quick,” she shrieked. “I’ve got nothing on.” Anybody who hadn’t so far noticed that there was a completely nude girl in the lobby certainly did now. The naked figure crouched beside the front desk, her little bare bottom quivering in rather a fetching fashion, until the front desk clerk emerged from the back office and she was able to ask for a key. If Gretchen hadn’t known the meaning of the term naked humiliation before. She certainly knew it now. It took five minutes to get a new key card made, and all the time she could only stand there cringing in that ridiculous knock-kneed hand over kitty stance. Finally she grabbed the key and scampered off to the loud amusement of all present. She trudged back up the fire stairs, thinking out in full detail the tirade of what for she was going to give the twins. She burst in through the door in order to surprise them and stood with her hands on her hips ready to launch forth. Her words died on her lips. In front of her the twins had hooked up a camera phone to the television and were showing a video on the screen. The girl on the screen was naked, facing the camera with her legs wide apart. She was working herself with some enthusiasm, using what looked like a very nice pleasure toy. Her eyes were closed and her face grew ever more excited as she worked herself up into an ecstatic climax. Loud grunts and groans came from her mouth as she bucked and her pelvic muscles contracted. Gretchen stared in disbelief. The girl in the picture was her! “Nice vid,” said Jacantha. “It’s amazing what a good quality you get with these phones. Daddy will love it.” “No, no!” shrieked Gretchen. “You can’t!” “Can’t we though?” said Tamarind. “You wouldn’t.” “Of course not,” said Jacantha. Gretchen heaved a sigh of relief. “Provided you stop bossing us about” “Of course,” said Gretchen staring at the screen where the looping video showed a close up of Gretchen’s smoothly shaved vagina, where the beneficial effects of Big Willy were being supplemented by the manual stimulation of an engorged clitoris. “Of course,” she said again, terrified of what the girls would do with the video. “Of course I won’t boss you about.” “Indeed you won’t. We’ll boss you about instead.” “What?” “You can start by washing our undies through for tomorrow.” “Of course,” said Gretchen. All she could think of was getting the wretched video off the screen. She knew she should exert her authority. She had plenty of authority normally, but her total nudity and her recent humiliating experience had deflated her completely. “Of course, ma’am,” corrected Jacantha. “What?” “Of course, ma’am! Come on, jump to it!” Gretchen looked at the video and all resistance crumbled.” “Yes ma’am,” she mumbled. “Louder!” said Tamarind, “we can’t hear you!” “Yes ma’am,” said Gretchen. “Louder, and jump to it,” said Jacantha. “Yes ma’am,” Gretchen responded quickly, naked and humiliated. The girls’ undies had been thrown on the floor and they had changed into their pajamas. Gretchen bent down to pick them up, and as she did so one of the girls gave her a sharp slap on the bare backside. “Come on little girl, jump to it.” They were six inches taller than Gretchen, after all. “Or you’ll feel a hand on your bottom.” Gretchen jumped to it. “Can I put something on?” she wailed. “Er… ma’am.” “You know, I don’t think you have anything to put on, girl.” “What am I going to do, ma’am?” “Oh, we have something very special for you for tomorrow.” “What?” “What, ma’am!” “Ma’am, ma’am. You stupid girls. What am I going to wear?” Gretchen’s exasperation broke through her fragile control. Too late, she looked up again at the video where her face was once more contorting in ecstasy. She stopped and stared at the screen. “Oh dear,” said Jacantha, “Oh dear,” said Tamarind. “I don’t think she jumped to it.” “She did not!” “Somebody’s going to get a rather pink bottom.” “Somebody certainly is.” “You wouldn’t,” wailed Gretchen, and suddenly recollecting herself, “you wouldn’t ma’am.” ”Oh yes we would!” Climactic grunts came from the screen as Tamarind turned the sound up, and Gretchen knew she was beaten. “Kneel on the bed,” “Yes ma’am.” Gretchen hesitatingly complied, looking round anxiously as each girl armed herself with a slipper. “Left cheek,” said Tamarind. “Right cheek,” said Jacantha. “You know why you’re being punished?” “Yes ma’am.” “You’ve been a naughty girl.” “Yes ma’am.” “Say it.” “I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve to be spanked, ma’am.” “In that case we’d better spank you then.” “Ow! Ow!” Gretchen felt the cheeks of her bottom burning as she was spanked and spanked. But what could she do? They had the video and she had no clothes on. “Ow! Ow!” And as the bright red cheeks of her bare bottom stung more and more with each successive spank, she realized with a horrible certainty that from now on she was going to have to jump to it. Gretchen the Babysitter - Part 2 Gretchen lay on the bed and rubbed her bottom. It was a bit tender, but she hadn’t been spanked too hard. The girls had just done it to humiliate her; to show her who was boss. Gretchen knew that, and there was nothing she could do about it. She shivered slightly. The girls had made her sleep in the nude on top of the bed. She wasn’t even allowed to get cover from the bedclothes. A spirit of rebellion surged in her. Sleep on top of the bedclothes indeed! They were only girls. She could stand up to them. She snuggled down under the bedclothes. That was better. It was nice and warm. Eventually she dropped off to sleep. *SMACK* She was woken up by a loud slap on her bare backside. The covers had been whipped off her and she was once more naked on the bed. “Jump to it, girl!” Jacantha was out of bed and standing there in her pajamas. “Get our breakfasts ordered!” Gretchen was on her feet, hands on her hips ready to launch into a tirade, when suddenly she realized where she was, realized she was still naked, and realized she had a tender bottom. Her face crumpled into resignation. She rubbed her sore bottom again. She didn’t want another spanking. “Yes ma’am,” she said. “Well jump to it, then.” “Yes ma’am,” and Gretchen ran off to phone room service while Tamarind started running the bath. “Come on get breakfast ordered,” instructed Jacantha, “Eggs over easy, bacon, waffles and maple syrup. And some cornflakes for yourself while you’re at it. Come on girl. Jump to it.” Gretchen jumped to it, as more and more orders were given to her. Her little pink bottom wobbled, and her bare boobies bounced, while she ran round the room, ironing the underwear, folding the girls’ things, and getting them ready for packing. She was their girl, their naked girl, and it was her role to jump to it. A knock at the door and a call of “Room Service” announced to them that breakfast had arrived. “Well, go and answer the door, girl!” ordered Jacantha. “Please ma’am. I’ve got nothing on, ma’am.” Gretchen cringed at the thought of having to answer the door in the nude. “So?” “Nothing, ma’am.” Memories of a spanked bottom quelled further complaint. Creeping to the door, Gretchen opened it slightly and peered nervously round. The waiter stood there with the tray. “Er… I’ve got nothing on,” whimpered Gretchen. “Do you want me to bring the tray in or not, lady?” said the waiter. “Oh, don’t mind her,” a voice called from the back, “she’s just a little girl.” The waiter shook his head in an exasperated manner, pushing his way into the room. Gretchen adopted her little naked girl pose, knees together, hands covering her vagina. The waiter looked at her and shook his head. “Kids!” he said, and disappeared. “Get the breakfast set girl,” pronounced Tamarind. “We’ve run a bath for you.” She winked conspiratorially at Jacantha. Gretchen laid out the little table and crept into the bathroom. “In you go,” said Jacantha, pushing her backwards over the edge of the bath. Gretchen fell back into the bath and screeched aloud. The water was icy cold. “That’s your punishment for disobedience and sleeping under the bedclothes. A nice cold bath.” The girls made her lie under the freezing water so that her nipples went rock hard. “You stay there till we’ve finished our breakfast, girl,” ordered Jacantha. “That will teach you to show a little respect for you betters.” “Yes ma’am.” Gretchen could only lie there getting colder and colder until the girls had finished their breakfast. There was nothing she could do about it. They had the whip hand, and they were clearly going to use it. Any further attempt by her at rebellion would be met with a further punishment. By the time she was let out, she was covered in goose bumps and shivering. “Jump to it girl, get our bags packed or we’ll miss our flight.” “Yes ma’am,” said Gretchen, and she ran into the room and hastily finished the packing. “This is what you’re to wear,” said Tamarind. She was holding up a small cotton t-shirt with a little fluffy bunny on it and a leather belt with a big buckle. “Belt round your waist first, then the t-shirt,” said Tamarind. Gretchen looked at the proffered garment in horror. It was a little girl’s t-shirt. It would hardly be long enough to cover her bare pink bottom. She opened her mouth to protest, but what could she do? She was cold and she was naked, and she could be sure of a further punishment if she objected. She put the t-shirt on… at least she had some cover at last… and picked up the bags. They set off for the airport departure lounge. Gretchen had to try and hold down the t-shirt while carrying the bags. It wasn’t easy. “Jump to it, girl,” ordered Jacantha. “We haven’t got all day.” Gretchen had to let go of her hem and run to catch up. They queued up to go through security, and Gretchen crept nervously through the metal detection arch. The alarm bell went off, and Gretchen realized finally why the girls had made her wear the belt. They must have known that that belt always set the alarm off. The security woman motioned her to stop and be patted down. “Arms in the air, young lady,” she instructed. Gretchen went bright red and her mouth opened in horror. If she put her arms above her head it would pull the t-shirt up and expose… well, she wasn’t quite sure what would be exposed. “Hurry up,” said the guard. “You’re holding everybody up.” “Jump to it, girl,” said Tamarind. Gretchen put her hands up. Her face went bright red; she could feel cold air on the cheeks of her still slightly pink bottom, and worse, she could feel cold air on her smoothly shaved vagina. That couldn’t be exposed! Surely people couldn’t see her little slit. Not in the middle of a crowded airport! She looked round. The whole airport seemed to be staring at her. “What’s that you’re wearing?” the guard had felt the belt. “A belt, ma’am.” It was becoming second nature to say “ma’am.” “Belts have to be removed. Go back, take the belt off, put in through the machine and come back through.” Poor Gretchen. How on earth was she going to remove the belt without showing everything again? She crept back through, trying to tell from the faces of the now rather long queue waiting to come through how much they’d seen. From their grins it seemed as if it might have been quite a lot. “Jump to it, girl!” Tamarind’s voice called out to her. “We haven’t got long.” “Oh my God,” thought Gretchen. There was nothing for it. She hitched up her t-shirt, took the belt off as fast as she could and scampered back through. Whatever else did the girls have in store for her? When they got on the plane they were at the back of the economy cabin occupying the three seats on the right hand side. “Put the bags up in the overhead locker, girl. Jump to it!” Jacantha had settled into the window seat. “Yes ma’am.” Too late, Gretchen realized that this meant lifting her arms above her head again. She felt the familiar cold breeze on her bottom, and looked round alarmed at the passengers in the center row. They were looking at her open mouthed. Red faced, she sat down in the middle seat, hemmed in between the twins. It was going to be a long journey. “Put your tray down,” said Jacantha, once they were airborne. Gretchen did as she was told. She felt two hands grab the hem of her tee shirt and pull it up so that she was naked below the waist. “Legs apart,” whispered Tamarind. Gretchen knew what was coming. Hidden by the tray she felt a hand gently flutter down her tummy and come to rest between her legs. It was a naughty little hand. It tickled a little bit, then it gently worked its way between Gretchen’s smooth bare vaginal lips until it found her little clitoris. Well, not so little now. With her vagina bared, Gretchen’s little clitoris had become nicely engorged and very sensitive to the touch. She squirmed with pleasure as the little fingers played with it. Oh no! The girls were going to give her an orgasm on the plane. Gretchen looked round alarmed, unable to stop herself squirming and letting out little grunts. People were looking at her. She tried to control herself but it was so hard. The little fingers probed and toyed with her clitoris and she squirmed and squirmed. Then it stopped. “Enough fun for now,” said Jacantha. “We have to save some for later.” After the meal, when much to her mortification Gretchen had not been allowed to pull her tee shirt down and had had to try and hide her semi-nakedness with her hands, the girls turned their attention back to her. The little hand explored, and Gretchen started to squirm again. Tamarind leant over to her and whispered in her ear. “Take it off.” “What?” “Have you forgotten how to address us, girl?” “Sorry ma’am. Take what off, ma’am?” “Your t-shirt of course, girl!” “But I can’t take it off, ma’am.” “Jump to it, girl, take it off.” “But I can’t, ma’am, I’ll be naked.” “That, girl, is the point!” Gretchen looked round. She opened her mouth to protest again, but saw that that would only result in another punishment. She looked nervously across the isle. The man across the aisle was fast asleep, his head lolling on his chest. His wife was deeply immersed in the movie. She made up her mind and in one swift movement, the t-shirt was off. She couldn’t believe it. There she was in the back row of an airplane, exposed stark naked for all to see. Only partly hidden by her tray, her legs were open, her vagina was bare and a little hand was playing with her clitoris. It was terrifying and at the same time so exciting. Her nipples were rock hard, her clit was engorged and her vagina was soaking. She was naked in an airplane and she was being brought off. She tried desperately to stifle the noise. Fortunately everybody about was either asleep or had their headphones on. “Oh, oh, ooooh!” she felt her orgasm coming. A naked orgasm. A naked orgasm in public. She couldn’t help bucking and squirming in her seat as she came. Then it was on her. She gave into it completely as the waves passed over her and her orifices contracted rhythmically in pleasure. Terrified, she opened her eyes. Surely the whole plane must be looking at her, but no, as she sat there damp with sweat and soaking between the legs, her little clit still swollen and tender from the treatment it had received, she looked round. It might have been a good movie, but the passengers had missed the best show on the plane. Gretchen the Babysitter - Part 3 Only when she was halfway through the front lobby did Gretchen stop to consider that by putting the towel to cover her head rather than her rude bits meant that said rude bits were on display to what appeared to be half the guests in the hotel. In addition, seeing that she could only peek through a narrow gap in the towel, she was navigating with great difficulty. She considered the possibilities. If she moved the towel to conceal the rude bits then everybody would recognize her. If on the other head she left the towel where it was, there was at least a sporting chance that her breasts, bottom and vagina were not instantly recognizable. Indeed, provided that she kept her legs reasonably together, her vagina would be relatively inconspicuous, and since she kept her vaginal lips shaved smooth, her hair color would not be immediately apparent. So it was that she arrived back at the room, having provided a good deal of entertainment but unhindered by recognition. The twins opened the door in response to her incessant hammering. “Jump to it girl,” said Jacantha, “You’re supposed to be serving us, not out enjoying yourself.” The infamous picture was up on the laptop screen as a constant reminder. “Yes ma’am,” said Gretchen, immediately cowed by sight of the picture. “Hands and knees, girl,” said Tamarind. Gretchen just stared. What did they want now? “Now, girl.” “Yes ma’am,” said Gretchen, adopting the subservient position without question. Tamarind removed her slipper and gave her a hard smack on the left cheek of her bare bottom. “Ow!” Gretchen yelped instinctively. “What do you get if you’re disobedient, girl?” “Punished, ma’am.” Gretchen felt the other cheek of her bottom stinging as the second swat landed. “What do you say girl?” “Thank you, ma’am!” Spank! “Thank you, ma’am!” Spank! “Thank you, ma’am!” And as the spanks continued, the cheeks of Gretchen’s face glowed as pink as the cheeks of her smacked bottom. But what could she do? The evening passed slowly as Gretchen waited on the girls in their room. Only when she had tidied up and put all their clothes away was she allowed to sleep, in the nude, on the bed. She didn’t dare do otherwise. Her bottom was bright pink and stinging, and she didn’t want to be spanked any more. She was awakened once more by a slap on the bottom. “Jump to it girl! Order breakfast. Oats, pancakes, maple syrup. Jump to it!” “Yes ma’am,” Gretchen was up in a flash and phoning room service, while the girls lounged in their pajamas. Again she had to suffer the indignity of answering the door naked. She stood beside the table as the girls looked at the porridge oats. “I don’t want these oats,” said Jacantha. “Nor do I,” said Tamarind. “What shall we do with them?” “Better pour them over something,” said Tamarind, looking at Gretchen. “Good idea,” said Jacantha, “You pull her hair.” And Gretchen found her hair pulled so that her face went back and Jacantha’s oats were poured all over her hair and down her face, dripping in a horrible sticky mess over her shoulders, and running down her boobs. “On the floor with her,” said Tamarind, and Gretchen was pushed back and held by her shoulders as Tamarind’s oats were poured unceremoniously between her legs, worked between her labia and up into her vagina. She shrieked and struggled, but it was no good. The more she struggled, the more the girls laughed. They were bigger than she was, and they were too strong to resist. The oats were followed by the maple syrup and marmalade and butter until Gretchen was covered from head to foot in a sticky gooey mess. She stood up, naked and grungy, porridge dripping off her nose, maple syrup running down between her legs. “Just look at you, girl,” said Jacantha. “You’re a disgrace. Jump to it! Get yourself cleaned up at once. Then clean the floor!” Gretchen went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up as best she could, then came back into the bedroom and tried to mop up the goo on the floor. The girls were still in their pajamas. “Jump to it, girl, “said Jacantha. “Run our bath and put our clothes away.” The girls started to undress as Gretchen went to run the bath first and then scampered around the room, tidying up after them. Then she went into the bathroom to make sure the bath was run, the temperature was right, and it was scented with bath oil, as instructed. When she came out the girls were in their bathrobes. “Your bath is ready, ma’am,” announced Gretchen. “Who is going first, ma’am?” “Oh we both go in together,” announced the twins in unison, simultaneously dropping their bathrobes and standing there naked, as if posing for Gretchen. Gretchen stood there open mouthed. She was an aficionado of the nude female form, and she had to admit that these two were drop dead gorgeous. Each had perfect D sized breasts, round, plump and capped with perfect pink nipples. Their curves were voluptuous, their bottoms pert and perfectly rounded, each bearing a small and precisely rendered tattoo of the flower after which she was named. Finally, try as she might not to peek, Gretchen’s eyes were ineluctably drawn to their vaginas, each pink and each trimmed so that a small patch of pubic hair, trimmed to a heart shape and dyed jet black, drew the eye straight to the clitoris. “Stop gawking, girl!” said Jacantha. “Have you never seen a cunt before?” “No, ma’am… I mean, yes, ma’am… I mean… oh dear!” Gretchen was lost for words! That was a word she would never use! And somehow it was oh so sexy when Jacantha said it! The two girls marched past and the question of who got in first was quickly settled. They both got in together. “Come on, girl!” ordered Tamarind. “Jump to it! Scrub our backs!” Gretchen gulped. “Yes, ma’am.” “Come on, girl! Soap our titties.” Gretchen gulped twice. “Yes ma’am.” She rubbed each perfect tittie in turn, massaging, squeezing and fondling each perfect little pink nipple until she was quite wet between the legs. “Tums and bums, girl!” Said Jacantha. Gretchen gulped even harder than before. She was going to get a feel of those gorgeous bottoms. As she soaped and patted each one, her clit, swollen and engorged, started to throb with pleasure, while moisture crept down her leg. “And our legs,” said Tamarind. “And our cunts.”  “That’s right, girl. Jump to it, girl,” said Jacantha. “Soap our cunts!” They had seen the effect of the word on poor Gretchen, and were determined to embarrass her further. At the mention of the word again, poor Gretchen thought she would have an orgasm on the spot. Her little clit had become so sensitive that one touch would have sent her into ecstasies. She soaped the parts in question, rubbing each one gently with her fingers. She could feel her vaginal muscles starting to twitch with excitement. The girls stepped out the bath. “Jump to it, girl. Towel us down.” Gretchen needed no second bidding. The twins were dried and powdered, from head to ‘c’ word, and retired giggling to the bedroom while ‘the girl’ cleaned out the bathtub. Gretchen crept naked back into the bedroom. The giggling had been ominous. What did they have in mind for her? It wasn’t long before she found out. Jacantha had Big Willy strapped on! And Big Willy looked ready for action. “Over the bed, girl,” said Tamarind in a voice of authority. Gretchen bent over the bed, while Tamarind tied her in place, one wrist to the right hand bedpost, and one to the left. The cords were pulled tight. “Open your legs, girl. Show us your cunt!” Gretchen did as she was told. She was held immobile, naked, bottom in the air, legs wide apart, vagina exposed. The girls had prepared her for sex, and she knew it! “Don’t you want to be fucked, girl?” Now she knew now what the bath had been about. The girls wanted her pliant, moist, and ready to be fucked. She knew it, and she wanted it. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked by these girls so much! “Yes ma’am. Please, ma’am. Fuck me, ma’am. Please. I want to be fucked, ma’am.” It was another word Gretchen never used, but she wanted it so much, she did now. “Where do you want to be fucked?” “Up my cunt, ma’am.” Poor Gretchen was getting desperate, “Please fuck me up the cunt, ma’am. Please?” She felt a warm naked body grab hold of her, and two hands take hold of her titties and squeeze them. She felt the tip of Big Willy press up against her private opening, parted as it was to allow for easy entry. Tied down and helpless, she gasped as the vibrating member moved into her vagina, then pushed right up, all the way up, slowly and rhythmically starting to do her. Her engorged and palpitating clit rubbed tantalizingly against the bedclothes. She was being done by an eighteen year old girl who had spent the past two days stripping, spanking and humiliating her. She was being done as she’d never been done before, and she was loving it. And as Big Willy went in and out, hitting G’s spot every time, Gretchen started to orgasm. Her back arching, her body becoming bathed in perspiration, great shouts of ecstasy coming from her mouth as her vagina and her orifice contracting rhythmically. Jacantha withdrew Big Willy to watch. She loved to watch the contractions. Loved to see Gretchen’s rear orifice as it spasmed with each contraction. Tamarind took over and Big Willy was back in, and Gretchen was shouting and groaning again as another huge orgasm hit her. Her vagina was sore. Her clit was exquisitely tender, and still the orgasms came, one after the other until she lay at last exhausted on the bed. “Well done, girl!” said Jacantha. “You can get dressed now. We’ve got a plane to catch.”

Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 14 It was lunchtime when I woke-up to the sound of the boat’s engines starting-up. I guessed that it was the captain making sure that everything was okay, but to make sure that I wasn’t being kidnapped, I wandered up onto the deck without putting anything on. I was right and the captain and I exchanged a few pleasantries before I went to make some coffee. After the coffee and a shower, I went over to the café for some breakfast, I fancied more than what was in the fridge. I forgot that Manuel had said that I could go there naked and I’d put a dress on; not that it covered much, my pussy and my nipples were clearly visible through the holes in the dress. Manuel was his usual cheerful self and even stopped to chat for a while. He asked me what I’d been doing but I didn’t tell him the truth; I just told him that I’d been to the beach. When I left there I decided to go to the Marina office to see if anything had arrived from Celeste. The young man seemed pleased to see me and wanted to chat. I guess that he’d seen what he could see through the holes in the dress and wanted to keep looking at me. When he finally told me that a package had arrived for me I went over to where he said it was and looked down at it. It was a lot bigger than I’d expected and I told the young man that it only had a few dresses in it so I didn’t know why it was so big. The young man (Sebastian) said that he would bring it over to daddy’s boat for me when it was his break in about an hour. Happy with that, I left and went back to the boat where I decided to have a lazy day. My pussy was back to normal but I was still a bit tired. I decided to sunbathe on the back of the boat and went and got a towel and suntan lotion. Leaving my dress in my cabin I went to the back of the boat and spread my towel. As I covered myself with the suntan lotion Toby and his mother walked by. They stopped briefly for a chat and poor Toby just stared at the naked me. I must have dozed off because all of a sudden I heard Sebastian calling my name. I got up onto my elbows and saw him stood at my feet, pretending not to look down at my uncovered pussy. I don’t know why, but these days I always wake-up with my legs spread wide and often with my right hand on my pussy. This time my legs were spread but neither hand was on my pussy. I got up and invited Sebastian in for a drink. He put the package on a table while I went for the drinks. When I got back to him I again said that I didn’t know why the package was so big. I started to tear it open and quickly realised that Celeste had made me a lot more clothes than I had asked for. “I can’t wait to try these on and go out in them.” I said as I looked at the top of the pile. “You could always try them on now if you like;” Sebastian said. “Then I could tell you what I think of them.” “Okay,” I replied, “How long is your break?” “Long enough; besides, I’m looking after a customer’s needs and the customer always comes first.” I quickly split the pile into the different types of garments. There were 10 summer dresses, all ultra-short and made of very thin cotton; 5 matching skirts and tops, all made out of that material that has 1 centimetre circular holes everywhere, each one only 1 centimetre from the next hole; all in 5 different colours. Each top is of a slightly different design but all have the holes that let my nipples and areolas stick through the holes. There were 5 leotards, all different colours and all made of very fine mesh. They are all of the thong variety and the string of the thong looked quite long. Then I found 3 different coloured tube dresses made of thin T shirt material. All are strapless and the tops are slightly elasticated. Then 3 more dresses make of very thin T shirt material; all different colours and all with different patterns of holes in them. All have spaghetti straps with the backs covering different amounts of my back. Next was a large envelope with 5 bikinis in it; all thong type and made of the same very fine mesh. Finally, there was another large envelope full of thongs. As I looked into the envelope I saw some of the same very fine mesh. The one at the top of the pile looked a bit strange and I couldn’t see the typical ‘V’ of material. I’d have to see when I put one on. “Right, where shall I start?” I asked Sebastian. “Why not start at one end of the piles and try on one of each.” “Okay.” I replied as I reached for the summer dresses. “It may take a while.” As I stepped into it and pulled it up I thought that it was much like my other summer dresses, but slightly different. What wasn’t different was that the skirt part was of the ‘skater’ variety and so short that it barely covers my pussy. I looked at Sebastian; he was smiling and nodding his head. I looked down at my chest and saw both nipples and areolas sticking out through 2 of the holes. Instinctively pulling and twisting my nipples. I said, “I like this design.” “Me too.” I smiled and took the dress off. Next it was the leotards. As I gently pulled one up my body I found out why they looked a bit strange. Instead of a wide strip to cover my pussy the narrow rear string comes right up to the top of my slit, then spreads a little as it goes up the front. I smiled as I felt the string part my almost non-existent pussy lips and settle to the right of my clit. “You’ll be able to go to the gym now.” Sebastian said. “Yes, I need to get some exercise.” I replied but thought about the leg spreader at the gym. Looking down at my chest I could clearly see my nipples and areolas, “These will do for if I go anywhere where I have to wear something.” I thought. The tube dress that I tried on was ‘interesting’. It’s VERY short, so short that if I pull it down to cover my pussy, my nipples pop out. If I pull it up to cover my nipples then my slit is on display. I smiled to myself and though about the fun that I can have in it when I’m with boring people. Sebastian was still smiling. As I slipped into the T shirt material dress with holes in it I thought that it would do for formal occasions. Then I looked down and saw my right nipple poking through one of the holes. I smiled and agreed with my first decision. Next was one of the bikinis. My first reaction was to wonder where on earth I would wear a bikini, but when I put one on I realised that they would again be good for formal occasions. The thin mesh is just right for giving the appearance of being covered but from a couple of metres you would easily be able to see my nipples, areolas and the front of my slit. What’s more, the bottoms are of the thong variety and if I pull the bottoms up they disappear between my lips making them visible as well. Finally, the thongs; I picked up the envelope full of them and tipped them out. There seemed to be a lot of strings and not a lot of material. I picked up one of the top ones and discovered why they looked a bit strange. The bottom half of the ‘V’ of material is missing. I eagerly stepped into one and pulled it up. Wow; the back string goes down my butt crack then at my butt hole it splits into 2 and goes either side of my pussy and meets the top half of the ‘V’ at the front of my slit leaving my pussy totally exposed. My thoughts immediately went to the club; I could work the bar and be able to give the naughty customers full access to my pussy. Then I thought about walking around in public. People would think that I had a thong on until I opened my legs a bit then they’d see everything that I’ve got. I felt my pussy juice up. Taking the thong off, I said, “So Sebastian, do you like my new clothes, or do you prefer me like this (I was still naked)?” He was grinning as I walked right up to him and looked up into his eyes. “You can touch me if you like.” And he did, slowly and gently at first, but as I responded with moans of pleasure, he got bolder and before long he was pushing me backwards over the table out on the rear deck. And that is where he fucked me in full view of anyone walking by or parking in the carpark. “So much for a lazy day.” I thought as our lust for each other died down. Sebastian left me, still laying on the table, to go back to work. When I got off the table I looked at the rest of the pile of thongs. Something still looked a bit odd. Spreading them out, I saw that quite a few of them didn’t have any material at all; just strings. One at a time I picked them up and worked-out how they fitted. Apart from the ones that had the bottom half of the ‘V’ of material missing, some were normal thongs except that no material had been sown in; and some were just 2 circles of elasticated string joined by a 5 cm strip of the elasticated string. It took me a couple of minutes of experimenting to work out that when I stepped into the 2 circles I have to pull the circles up with the joining part at the front so that it ends-up resting on my pubic bone. I then have to pull the rear parts of the circles so that they disappear between my butt crack. I then adjust things so that I look like I’ve got a thong on. Just as I took the ‘thong’ off, Martina arrived. We greeted each other and she got on with her work. She’s seen me naked before and she just acted as if I were fully clothed. I took my new clothes down to my cabin and started putting them in the wardrobes. I put the thongs in the drawer that I keep my toys in and I couldn’t resist switching the magic wand on for a few seconds and getting my pussy all juiced-up and excited. After I’d finished putting away all my new clothes I went back onto the rear sunning deck and lay down again. As I relaxed I thought about Celeste; how she seems to know what I want in clothes before I do. I have no idea how much daddy is paying her but it isn’t enough. Then I thought about my mother. Celeste made clothes for her and wondered if she wore clothes that are as revealing as the ones that Celeste makes for me. I lay there, improving my tan for about another hour or so then I got a bit restless. Okay I’d decided to have a couple of lazy days but maybe I could go to the gym to get some exercise, and have a little bit of fun. I could not push myself too much and not get into a fucking session in the showers afterwards. That would count as a lazy day wouldn’t it? I managed to convince myself that it would count so I got my gym things ready then had a shower. Martina was gone when I emerged from the shower and I decided to wear one of my ‘holy’ dresses for the evening. In the shower I’d decided that after the gym I’d go for a walk around the lively area at the opposite side of the harbour and stop somewhere for a drink and something to eat. I’d been for a walk around that area in the daytime with daddy before but I suspected that it would be different at night. I felt naked and good as I walked to where I get a taxi; the driver either not noticing how much he could see of me, or not caring. Pedro was behind the reception desk when I got there and as soon as he saw me he jumped up and came over to me. I could see that his eyes were looking well below my neck as he approached me. “Buena noche Georgia.” He said, still looking down and through the hundreds of 1 cm holes in my dress. Not that he needed to look through the dress to see my nipples, they were sticking through 2 of the holes. “Buenas noches Pedro; ¿estoy bien para tener un entrenamiento? " “Si, si. “Will you be doing the same exercises as last time, like I said you should?” “Yes Pedro; and I’ve even brought the same vest to wear. Is it busy in there?” “Not at the moment Señora but more people usually arrive around this time Señora, can I ask you to do the mat exercises first and the warm-up exercises at the end? I think that you will benefit more if you do them that way round.” “Okay Pedro, you’re the expert.” I smiled at him and wondered how many seconds it would take for him to phone around his mates and get them to come to see if they were going to get a free show. I also remembered when the vest fell off me the last time that I was there. Doing things the other way round would mean that I got naked a lot sooner. I smiled to myself. There was no one else in the changing room and as soon as I’d stripped and put my trainers and the vest on, I went into my backpack and got out my little bullet vibrator. I turned it on and easily slid it up my already gushing pussy. By that time, all thoughts about having a lazy workout had gone and I’d decided to see just how many times I could cum during my workout. I hoped that lots of men would be there to watch me. I was a little disappointed when I walked into the workout room as there were only 2 young men and 1 young woman there. One of the men stopped what he was doing and stared at me. I went straight to the mats and did the splits. I felt my lips open and the cool air-conditioned air on my hot, wet insides. I started to pull myself up then slid my feet apart again. I did it 5 times to make sure that I was stretched as far as I could. On the fourth time I felt my lips and clit touch the floor. That touch sent a bolt of electricity up my nerves to my already rock hard nipples. It happened again on the fifth time. Getting back to my feet I thought, “Okay guys, first real look at my pussy coming up.” I got balanced on my left foot then bent my right knee and grabbed my right ankle before pulling my leg up pushing my foot as high as I could. I felt the cool air on my spread pussy again, and the vest pulled up on my right hip. My pussy now fully exposed to everyone who cared to look. As I stood there I looked at my audience. There was now 5 of them and 3 had their phones pointed at me. I smiled and savoured the experience for a few seconds before lowering my leg. When I was back on 2 feet I felt a trickle of my juices start to run down my left inner thigh. The cool air not drying it before it escaped. Then I lifted my left leg and pushed my left toes as high as I could get them. Whilst I was balanced on my right leg Pedro came in and walked round the others. When he got close to me he said, “Nice Georgia; I mean nice splits. You need to keep stretching your legs like that. As the saying goes, ‘use it or lose it’, and you don’t want to lose the ability to stretch your legs that far apart.” I smiled then replied, “So how many times should I do this each time that I come here Pedro?” “Five should be enough; 5 of everything 2 or 3 times a week should be enough to keep you supple.” “Okay, I think that I can do that; are you going to count them for me?” “I can do that Georgia. So is this your first time on that leg?” I replied that it was and started to lower the leg. I repeated the standing splits 4 more times on each leg. Each time that either sets of toes got up there I looked around the room. More and more people were arriving. When my left foot was up there for the fifth time I saw a man holding a very professional looking camera and it was pointed at me. What’s more I could see a little flashing red light. When I lowered my leg I turned to Pedro and said, “That camera is going a bit over the top isn’t it? I mean I’m only a little girl.” My hands went to my tits and I pulled and twisted my already rock hard nipples. “Ah Señora; I was going to ask you about that.” Pedro said whist looking at my tits; “I’ve commissioned Alejandro to make a promotional video for the gym and I was hoping that you’d agree to feature in it.” “Well I guess so, but there’s just 2 things Pedro. Firstly I want a copy of everything that he records; and secondly, you do realise that my next exercise is handstands, and you do remember what happened the last time that I did one of those don’t you?” “Si Señora; no one will object to you being naked and the video will be so much better with you like that.” “Well okay Pedro; just so long as you are okay with it. Oh, I’m happy that you got the air-con working, I got quite hot the last time that I was here.” Pedro smiled and looked down at my chest. “Si Señora; I am happy.” I smiled back and thought, “Yes Pedro; I bet that you are.” “Okay Georgia, isn’t it handstands next?” “Yes Pedro, it is, and I guess that you should get your cameraman to record me losing my dress.” I watched Pedro nod to the cameraman then I stepped back before putting my hands in the air and going forwards onto my hands. As I spread my legs for balance 2 things happened. Firstly, gravity took control of my vest, and secondly, I saw the legs of the cameraman move close to me, presumably to zoom in on my pussy. I was again stark naked in that gym with about a dozen strangers watching my every move. By that time, the vibe inside me had got me very excited and wet. I just knew that the video would be showing a VERY wet and swollen pussy. I managed just 4 steps with my hands before I lost balance and had to drop my legs and get to my feet. “Four more to go.” I said as I got up and then back down onto my hands. This time when I had to return to my feet, I let my legs go completely over and I ended up in the crab position. With my feet nearest to my little audience, and them being about shoulder width apart, I was giving them a great view of my pussy. After a couple of seconds I let my feet slide out and I dropped onto my butt. My third and fourth attempt went in a similar way but each time I managed to walk a little further on my hands before going over. My fifth attempt was my worst, or best, dependent upon how you look at it. Just as soon as I’d got onto my hands and spread my legs, the vibrator got the better of me and I started to cum. “Oh fuck!” I shouted as my elbows gave way and I collapsed onto the floor. Luckily, I went over and landed on my back with my hands still on the floor over my head and my legs still spread wide. I had my orgasm lying there like that with everyone, including the cameraman, watching me. As my body jerked about I could feel my pussy muscles doing the same. When the waves of pleasure receded I could feel my juices trickling down between my butt cheeks. Then I heard Pedro asking, “Are you alright Georgia?” After he’d asked a second time I looked at him and said, “Err yes; I’m okay; sorry about that.” “No need to apologise Georgia; it’s only natural. The important this is that you are okay.” “Oh yes, I’m definitely okay.” I wondered if he’d realised that there were 2 meanings to my reply, and if he got both of them. I lifted my right arm up, closed my legs and Pedro pulled me up to my feet. As I stood there getting my breath back I realised that now that I’d just orgasmed the next one(s) would come a lot easier. The exercise cycle was the next on my mental list so I walked over to them. Another girl was pedalling one of the bikes and she watched me as I raised the saddle way passed where someone my height would have it. Her eyes opened wide as I got on the bike and she saw my butt sliding from side to side as I started to pedal. I guess that she realised the effect that it was having on my clit. I was already very aroused and the vibrator inside me was purring away. Add to that the sliding of my clit on the saddle and it wasn’t long before I was cumming for the second time in that room. Of course the voyeurs couldn’t see my pussy as I orgasmed but my moans and ‘ohhhhhhhhhs’ and ‘aaarrrggggss’ certainly gave the game away. My pedalling had slowed but not stopped, and when I was able I sped up. I also looked in the big mirror in front of me and saw the girl on the bike beside me. She was trying to slide from side to side on her saddle but it wasn’t high enough and she was wearing some shorts. I wondered if I should say anything to her later. My third orgasm wasn’t long in coming, neither was the fourth. By that time, and in spite of the air-con, I was sweating. As I came down from my fourth orgasm Pedro appeared beside me and told me that I’d been on that bike for over 30 minutes. “It only seems like 5 minutes.” I replied. “I guess that you were enjoying yourself too much Georgia.” I got off the bike and had to just stand there for a few seconds because my legs were weak and I was a little dizzy. As I walked over to the machine that I’d used next, the last time, the little audience parted for me to walk through them; the cameraman walking backwards in front of me. I stood and looked at the machine then turned to Pedro, “I think that I’ll skip this one this time Pedro; I don’t think that it did anything for me.” Pedro was silent as I moved on to the next one; the leg spreader. “Something looks different Pedro; is this the same machine as the last time I was here?” “No Señora, it is the next model up the range. We ordered it months ago and it finally arrived yesterday.” “Right, how is it different to the last one?” “I think that it’s best if you just get on it and discover the differences as you go.” “Okay, it’s not going to kill me is it?” “Oh no Señora, this one will help you more.” The leg holders were together so I stood beside them and lifted a leg over them then sat back. The plastic of the chair was a bit cold but I soon got over that. The other thing about this model was that the chair part was semi reclined. As I lifted my legs into the ‘U’ shaped supports I saw the next difference. Those supports have straps just above my ankles and Pedro stepped forwards and fastened them. As I watched him work I realised that I was stuck there until someone released me because I wouldn’t be able to reach the fasteners. Then I saw the controls near my arm. The box was very different; it has lots of buttons. Instead of having words to indicate what they did, they had symbols. Some were obvious, some not. I wondered if I should ask Pedro what they did, or just try them. I decided that it could be more fun if I just pressed the buttons and waited to see what happened. I pressed the button with 2 arrows on it and my legs flew wide apart. “Okay,” I thought, “I guess that I’m supposed to pull my legs together now.” I squeezed and my legs started to close. As I strained my muscles I looked up at all the people watching me. Camera flashes were going off and the man with the big camera was recording me. From the angle that he was holding the camera it was obvious that he was pointing it at my pussy. After about 30 seconds I managed to close my legs and I relaxed. Then I pressed the same button and repeated what I’d just done. “This is okay.” I thought as I relaxed again. Pressing another button with arrows on it, nothing happened. I pressed it again and again nothing happened so I pressed the button that opened my legs again. They flew open so I pressed the button that had done nothing again. My legs slowly closed. “I see.” I thought; “it’s for closing them after I’ve opened them using my muscles.” I strained my muscles and opened my legs; then relaxed. “Okay,” I thought, “that’s the basics sorted, I wonder what the other buttons do.” There were 2 buttons together, one with one circle against it and the other with 2 circles. I pressed a button that had 1 circle against it. Nothing happened so I tried to open my legs. That was easy so I pressed the button to slowly close my legs. Then I pressed the button with 2 circles against it and tried to open my legs again. I could, but it was a lot harder. “Okay,” I thought, “those 2 increase and decrease the effort needed. Now what do the buttons with seat symbols do?” I pressed one and the back of the seat came up so that my back was at 90 degrees to the floor. As I pressed the other seat button my back went back until I was flat in my back. I pressed the button to raise my back then looked at the control panel again. Just 2 buttons that I hadn’t tried. One had an up arrow and the other a down arrow. I pressed the up button and my legs started to rise. They kept going up and then the back of the seat started to go down without me pressing the button. I soon realised why; my feet were as high as they could go so I would have been bent double if the seat hadn’t gone down. I pressed the down arrow button and my legs went down and the seat came up. “Right, that wasn’t difficult, now I can exercise my legs.” I thought. I pressed the appropriate buttons and started working my leg muscles. As I did I started looking at the faces of the people watching me. All had slight grins on their faces and some of the men’s expressions told me that they wanted to get closer to my pussy. That wasn’t a problem for the man making the promotional video, he was almost on top of me and at one point I wondered if my legs would hit him as I closed them. Thinking about those people, the images that they were recording and what the vibrator was doing to me pushed my arousal so high that I started to cum again. At that point my legs were wide apart and I could feel my pussy oozing and the muscles trying to pull in a cock that wasn’t there. My body shuddered and jerked and I accidentally hit the control paled with my fist. OMG! That damn machine went crazy. My legs were opening and closing and going up and down; and the back of the seat went flat. I was stuck there, flat on my back with my legs going everywhere that the machine was programmed to take them. As my orgasm subsided I tried to press buttons to stop the machine but it had gone crazy. I tried to look for Pedro but he was like all the others; just staring at me; probably thinking that I was pressing the buttons to make the machine do that. The thing was, as soon as I realised that I wasn’t going to get hurt I relaxed and let it happen. In a way my legs were getting some exercise and my pussy was certainly getting a lot of exposure. My button pressing got less frantic but I still pressed them to try to stop the machine’s madness. I guess that I must have accidentally pressed the right combination of buttons because the machine suddenly stopped leaving me flat on my back, legs spread wide with my feet as high as they could go. I just lay there thinking, “OMG, that was crazy. Look at me now; those people watching are getting the best possible view of my spread pussy; my very wet and swollen pussy. What’s more, the vibrator is starting to get the better of me again. If I don’t get off this machine I’m going to cum again.” No one moved or said anything, not even me. The position that I was in, the vibrator, the people, the cameras and the fact that I was still high from my previous orgasm was just too much for me and I orgasmed again; but his time I managed to keep my hand away from the controls. As my body started to return to normal I started to hear Pedro speaking. “What?” I quietly asked. “Are you okay Georgia? “Never been better.” I replied in a slightly sarcastic tone. In a way it was true; I had enjoyed the experience; especially my sixth orgasm. There’s something special about orgasming in front of strangers. “Can you lower your legs so that I can release you ankles?” “I’ll try but this machine does some strange things.” I replied. As I pressed the buttons to lower and close my legs, and it did, I decided not to tell Pedro that the machine had gone crazy all on its own. I smiled and wondered if I could get it to do that again the next time that I went there; or maybe it would do it with some other unsuspecting girl on it. Pedro put his hand out to steady me as I got off the machine and I held on to it for a couple of seconds to make sure that I was okay. Then I said, “Right, what’s next. ….. Oh yes, crunches and sit-ups. Could you help me keep my legs down please Pedro?” “Of course Señora.” When I was about to start the crunches Pedro said, “You may like to spread your legs a bit Georgia; it will help your muscles.” I did, and both Pedro and the cameraman got a great view of my pussy. I was about to start the sit-ups when Pedro pointed me to a bench that I hadn’t noticed before. “It’s a special sit-ups bench that we’ve just got. I got the one with wide feet bars and back of your thighs supports so that you can do it with your legs spread.” “Oh thank you Pedro, you are so considerate.” I stepped over the bench and lifted one leg over the thigh supports. As I sat down I realised that with my head going so low and my legs slightly spread, my pubes and pussy would be my highest part. I wondered if my audience would appreciate that. Grief, doing sit-ups from that angle sure is hard work; but as the saying goes, “No pain; no gain.” I reckoned that when I’d done lots of those my stomach would be really flat. I kept going until I could do no more then I un-hooked my feet and rolled off the bench onto the floor. I just sat there for a few seconds to have a short break. The leg lifts and the bicycle exercises went quit easily although I nearly orgasmed again when I saw the cameraman zooming in on my upturned pussy. Then it was the last batch of exercises and I have to say that I was getting tired. The camera man was behind me for most of them but when I started the star jumps he came round to the front of me. I wondered if he was expecting to see my tits bounce up and down. If he was, he was disappointed. The best that my little tits can do (thankfully) is a very slightly wobble. When it was all over I just sat on the floor for a good minute. That was the hardest workout that I’d ever done. Even the ones at school were never that hard. I wondered if the 6 orgasms had anything to do with it. As I walked towards the door my audience seemed to disappear, some to the exercise machines and other to goodness knows where. Instead of going to the changing room I went to the reception. Daddy’s vest had disappeared and I wanted to know if it had been handed in. Pedro was sat at the desk talking to a young couple, giving them details of membership. When the young man saw me a big grin appeared on his face. The girl looked a little surprised to see a naked girl and she asked Pedro if being naked to workout was compulsory. "No Señora, es solo opcional". Pedro replied. I wondered if other girls worked out naked. The couple appeared to get all the information that they required and as they left they both turned and looked at me again. “Pedro,” I asked, “have you seen my dress? I couldn’t see it in the workout room.” “Ah yes, I rescued it before it got kicked about or got stolen.” “Gracias Pedro.” I replied, taking it from his hand. As I walked to the changing room I turned and looked back to him. He was watching my little round butt. I smiled. In a way I was disappointed that there were no men in the changing room; only one girl who I’d seen watching me earlier, and she was just pulling her skirt up. I didn’t see any sign of any knickers or a thong. She put a top on without a bra as well. Just as I was opening my locker the cameraman walked in, still holding his big camera. I ignored him as I got out my shampoo and towel. I smiled at him then went to the shower. He came and recorded me showering and as I was shampooing my hair I guess that the vibe and my previous orgasms got the better of me because as I rinsed my hair my right hand went to my pussy and I easily made myself cum again. After that the cameraman lost interest and disappeared. I decided that I was getting a bit tired and wanted a bit of a rest so I squat down and squeezed the vibrator out. I rinsed it and put it next to my shampoo whilst I dried myself. Getting dressed when you’re only wearing a dress and shoes doesn’t take long and I was soon back in reception with my nipples and areolas sticking out through 2 of the holes in the dress. I paid Pedro then left telling him that I’d be back but I didn’t know when. The sun had gone down and it was starting to get dark as I slowly wandered down towards the harbour. I was satisfied, but a bit tired; but at the same time enjoying walking about in a dress that left nothing to the imagination of anyone who cared to have more than a quick glance at me. Again I thought about how just unobservant most people are; only seeing what they expect to see. Ibiza at night is different to Ibiza in the daytime and as I walked I started to notice the changes. Less older tourists and more young people; some very strange looking. I quickly came to the conclusion that there were quite a few people who take the dark as the signal to live out their fantasies. I quickly lost count of the number of men wearing dresses with full face make-up and stuffed bras. As I got to the area directly opposite the marina where daddy’s boat is tied-up, the place was quite lively; lots of people, loud music and busy restaurants. I selected a nice looking restaurant and went in. When a waiter came up to me I told him that I wanted an outside table. I wanted people walking passed to be able to see me and for me to see them. The waiter didn’t seem too pleased to be seating 1 young girl at a table for 4 in their prime area, but hey, I was a customer and I wasn’t just going to order a coffee and sit there for hours. I got a table right next to the barrier between the tables and the pedestrians walking by, perfect for me and I ordered a bottle of expensive champagne. The waiter gave me a questioning look as if he thought that I would be doing a runner later so I went into my backpack and pulled out my Black Amex card. The expression on his face instantly changed and he scurried off to get the bottle. As I waited for him to return I decided what I wanted to eat then looked around. The place was just about full; no wonder that it was taking a while to get my champagne. I looked down at my chest to confirm that my nipples were still sticking through 2 of the holes. They were, so I pulled and twisted each of them. Just as I was doing that 2 young men appeared on the other side of the barrier to my side; they must have seen what I was doing. One said, “Nice.” The other said, “Excuse me young lady, we’ve been trying to get a table here but we’ve just been told that it will be over an hour before one is free. We can’t help but notice that you appear to be alone at that big table and were wondering if you’d mind sharing it with us?” Whilst he was talking I looked at his face, his eyes were on my chest all the time and my nipples responded by getting even harder. My pussy also responded by getting wet. I looked at his mate, then back to him and smiled. “Yes, why not, it will be good to have someone to talk to while I eat.” “Thank you, thank you so much.” Thirty seconds later 2 waiters and 2 young men arrived at my table. One waiter had my champagne in an ice bucket. As soon as the 2 young men were seated the waiter poured me a glass. He was about to pour some for the young men when I stopped him and told him that it was just for me. He smiled and put the bottle in the ice bucket in front of me. “Are you ready to order madam, or shall I return when the gentlemen are ready to order?” Man 1 spoke, “That’s okay, we can order now as well; we know what we want.” We all ordered and when the waiter was gone, man 1 introduced himself as Mick and his mate as Andy. I said that my name was Lolita. We shook hands and Andy had to stand to be able to reach me. “Lolita! Isn’t that the name for a young slut?” Andy asked? “Yes,” I replied, “but I am neither of those things; it’s just a name that I decided to use while I’m here.” “Fair enough Lolita.” Mick said “That’s a nice dress that you’re nearly wearing Lolita. I like to top part especially; very nice.” “Thank you Andy, I like it too. The whole dress is like the top you know.” “I can see that.” Mick said, “I can’t wait for you to stand up.” “Wow, you guys get straight to the point don’t you?” “I’d like to get to both those points Lolita.” Andy said. “Down boys.” “We’re only here for 2 weeks so what’s the point of wasting time?” “Hmm, I see your point.” “It’s not sticking out is it?” Mick said. I looked down to his shorts. His cock wasn’t out but there was a nice bulge. “No Mick, you won’t get arrested for indecent exposure.” “You might.” Andy said. “I doubt it.” Mick said, “There aren’t many coppers about but who would want to arrest such a gorgeous young girl like this?” “Why thank you kind sir.” “He’s not a ‘kind sir’;” Andy said; “give him half a chance and he’ll be inside your knickers.” I smiled and Mick replied, “That’s not possible mate, she isn’t wearing any.” Andy’s eyes opened wide for a second then he said, “I like you Lolita.” Just then a waiter appeared with 2 large beers for the guys. When the waiter had gone Andy said, “I don’t believe you mate.” “It’s right, she isn’t.” “Prove it.” “How can I; only Lolita can do that?” They both looked at me. I waited for a few seconds while I worked out if there was enough space for me to stand up and do a 360. I decided that there was so I stood up, pushing my chair back as I did so. My dress had been bunched up a little so Andy should have had a glimpse of my slit before I pulled the dress down; not that it totally covered my slit. I did a 360 shuffle then pulled up the front of my dress before sitting down. Andy’s face was a picture of shock and surprise. “Bloody hell girl, I could see your cunt.” He said. “And now you’ve told the whole world; well done mate. Sorry about that Lolita.” “That’s okay; they’d have seen me when I get up to leave anyway.” “And that doesn’t bother you?” “Hell no; this is Ibiza, I’m young and I’m not ashamed of my body so why not?” “Why not indeed; and you make a lot of men happy by dressing like that.” Mick said. The rest of the waiting for the meal and eating it was spent with small talk and not really interesting. When we’d finished eating the main course the waiter came and took our plates away and asked us if we’d like anything else. I ordered a big ice cream and when the waiter left I got up and told the guys that I had to go to the little girl’s room. I didn’t even think about anyone looking at me as I went; or when I came back; but both Mick and Andy’s eyes watched my every move. “Bloody hell, I can see the shape of your cunt through that dress Lolita.” Andy said as I shuffled passed Mick to get to my seat. “Sorry about my friend Lolita,” Mick said, “No one has EVER called him a gentleman.” I smiled and said that it was my fault for wearing that dress. “Hey Lolita; Mick replied, “don’t ever apologise for looking beautiful.” My ice cream arrived, along with 2 more beers for the guys. “I bet that it’s easy going for a piss dressed like that.” “Yes, it is, I can just stand there with my feet either side of the bowl but I still have to make sure that my lips are open so that I don’t piss down my leg.” “I hadn’t thought about that.” “Are you going to show us then Lolita?” Andy asked. “Bloody hell mate, give it a rest.” “That’s okay, but I can’t let you follow me into the little girl’s room.” “We could find somewhere else. I’ve never seen a girl piss.” “And I’ve never seen a guy piss.” “So are you saying that you’ll let us watch you piss Lolita?” Andy asked. I thought for a second then replied, “Okay, you only live once; but it has to be somewhere nice and clean.” “How about our hotel room?” Again I thought for a second but I just knew that I’d go with them. Andy is a bit rough but Mick is nice, and I was feeling horny. I suppose the bottle of champagne in my stomach may have had something to do with it as well. “Okay then but I want to have a look around here first. I’ve never been here at night.” “It can get a bit, shall we say boisterous, but I’ve never heard of there being any real trouble.” Mick said. “If you want to get yourself groped you should go to that Groper’s Bar.” Andy added. “Where is it?” I asked; thinking that it would be nice to go there. “You don’t want to go there Lolita; girls only go there to get groped.” Mick said. “Maybe I want to get groped.” “It would be easy in that dress.” Andy added. I smiled and agreed with him. I finished my ice cream and the guys finished their beers; then we paid and left. The guys wanted to pay for me but I refused, especially as my bill was more than both theirs combined. The guys took me to the liveliest places where everyone seemed to be drinking outside the bars. The sort of ‘square’ was really busy and Mick warned me that I might get groped if I tried to go through the middle of the crowd. “I’ve heard of girls who end up naked going through that crowd.” Andy said. “Nice!” I said and wondered if it would happen to me. As we walked down one brightly lit street Andy was waking behind us. After a while he said, “I really like that dress Lolita.” “You meant that you like what you can see under it?” replied. “Yeah; that as well.” “Relax Andy, if you’re good and we do go back to your room you’ll get a good look at what’s under my dress. There no way that I’m going let you piss on me with it still on.” “Who said anything about us pissing on you?” “I, I, I just assumed that you’d want to piss on me so that I could watch you.” “Has our little exhibitionist got a secret desire to have a golden shower then?” Andy asked. I said nothing. “You have haven’t you?” “Maybe.” I quietly replied. Mick put his arm around my shoulder and said, “It’s okay to have these feelings and want to explore things; all young adults think about them.” “Yes but I’ve just agreed to let you and Andy piss on me.” “And I’m sure that Andy would let you piss on him but you can stop whenever you like. Neither of us will force you to do anything that you don’t want to do.” “Thank you Mick.” We stood around watching all the people although some of them looked more like aliens in the outfits that they were wearing. After a while I said, “Can one of you guys get me a drink please? If I’m going to piss on you I’ll need to put some more liquid in my stomach.” Andy said that he’d get one, and 5 minutes later he came back with 3 large beers. “Bloody hell Andy, I wasn’t expecting that much liquid.” Anyway, I was thirsty and I managed to keep up with the guys quite easily. When we were finished we left and walked along a couple of streets until Mick and Andy stopped. “There,” Andy said, “there’s Groper’s Bar.” “Where? I can’t see a bar.” “Down that alley.” Andy replied and pointed to a little sign above the alley entrance. Just then 2 giggling young wearing next to nothing, walked passed us and down the alley. Andy looked at them then back to me. I smiled and thought that he couldn’t decide; me, or his chances with those girls. He chose me and we continued walking; but not before I took a note of exactly where we were. I was going to go back there another night. “How far is it to your hotel guys?” I asked. “About a 15 minute walk.” Andy replied. “Sod that.” I said and went into the street to flag a taxi down. A couple of minutes later we were sat in the back of a taxi, and another couple of minutes later I was paying the driver as we got out. The guy’s hotel wasn’t the nicest of hotels but it certainly wasn’t a dump. We easily got through reception and up to their room. “Typical guys.” I thought as I saw clothes strewn all over the place. “Right guys, I guess that this is what you’ve been waiting for.” I said as I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it up and over my head. The guys just stared at me as I kicked my shoes off then said, “I’m going to get into the bath and have a pee; anyone want to watch?” The bathroom was small, but clean and when I’d got in I turned to see both Mick and Andy staring at me. “So how do you want me to do this guys; standing up or sitting down? Oh, I guess that you’ll get a better look if I just lean back against the wall at the end of the bath and let rip.” Andy just nodded but Mick said, “Can you spread your legs just a bit first; then when you get in mid flow spread them some more.” I did as requested but my pussy was wet before I started to pee and my lips had opened so the guys didn’t get the full effect of peeing with closed lips. That didn’t stop the guys looking with amazed looks on their faces. When I got into full flow I slid my feet apart as far as the bath would let me and pushed my hips forwards. The stream of pee went the full length of the bath with 2 sets of eyes following it. My eyes were watching the guys with amusement. As the flow ebbed it came in short burst until it stopped. “Right guys, your turn; get those cocks out. I’ll lay down in the bath to make it easy for you but please guys don’t piss on my face, I want to watch you.” “I’m not pissing with him next to me.” Andy said. “Bloody hell Andy;” I said, “I didn’t take you for the shy type. Okay you can piss on me first. Would you mind waiting in the bedroom Mick?” Mick was nearest the door so he agreed and left. As I lay down in the bath I felt the remains of my piss on my back. I wasn’t exactly ecstatic about it but I was game to try anything once. Besides, there was a shower and I intended to use it just as soon as they had finished. “Come on Andy, get it out. Let me see you pissing.” Andy did, and pointed his semi at my chest and let rip. Warm pee hit my body and I have to say that I wasn’t impressed. As I watched Andy’s cock it started to get harder. By the time that it was pointing to the ceiling his flow had stopped. “Is that it Andy?” “I can’t pee when it’s hard.” “Okay, I think that I can understand that. Maybe you should put it away and go and tell Mick that it’s his turn. And while you’re out there you may want to go out onto the balcony and have a wank.” Andy sulked off and a few seconds later Mick walked in. “Are you sure that you want me to do this Lolita?” Mick asked. “No not really; it does nothing for me.” “Me neither.” “Tell you what, lock the door and get your clothes off while I have a shower.” I was still showering when Mick pulled the curtain back and climbed in. I immediately felt his hard cock against my ribs and I moved my hands to it. Within seconds I was up on his front with my legs around his waist. With a little help from Mick’s hand his cock found my hole and I was soon going up and down. In spite of the turn-off of Andy peeing on me I was soon cumming and I was shortly followed by Mick shooting his load deep inside me. We both stayed like that until his cock started to go soft and plopped out of me. Then I slid down him and turned to get into the jet of the shower that was still running. Suitably clean and refreshed, I climbed out and reached for a towel. “You can have that pee now Mick, I won’t watch.” I dried myself to the sound of Mick peeing in the shower. He was still in there when I finished drying myself so I walked out into the bedroom to get my dress. Andy was out on the balcony and I could see his hand going up and down. I decided to give him a hand and went out to him. His hand stopped moving so I put my hand on his cock and said, “Here, let me help you.” The difference of my hand to his hand, and what was attached to my hand made all the difference and Andy was soon shooting his load over the railings of the balcony. I didn’t look over to see if anyone was below. When his cock stopped pumping I bent over and licked the last drop of his cum off the end. I grinned at him then went back inside. Mick came out of the bathroom just as my dress started to slide over my head and down onto my body. I put my shoes on then picked up my backpack before reaching up and kissing Mick’s cheek. “Seeya around Mick.” I said and left the room. Going down in the lift I thought about what I’d said to myself earlier in the day; that I was going to have a lazy day. “Tomorrow.” I said to myself as I walked outside and straight into a taxi that had just dropped someone off.

Gullible Danielle byNudiebooty24© Gullible Danielle Pt. 01 Danielle was a quiet girl. She was very shy, although you might not know it from her reputation. Danielle was also not very bright. She did ok in her classes, however she could be quite ditzy sometimes. And she was very gullible. She often ended up on the receiving end of many "pranks". However, one day in particular Danielle was at Katie's house for a pool party. Katie and her friends liked hanging out with Danielle because she was so easy to manipulate and they liked to humiliate her. It was late in the afternoon, and all the girls were relaxing by the pool. Katie and all the other girls slowly started to strip their shorts and t-shirts off to reveal bikinis underneath their clothes, however Danielle didn't get the memo. After everyone was in the pool but Danielle. Katie asked, "Why aren't you swimming with us Danielle? Too good for the pool?" Danielle replied quickly, "Of course not Katie, it's just that.." "Just What?" Katie asked. "Well I didn't bring a swim suit." Danielle looked down feeling silly. She hadn't even thought of it. "Well this is a pool party. Just go in your underwear Danielle. It's just us girls here, and we won't mind. Will we girls?" Katie inquired to the girls who all nodded in confirmation. Everyone but Danielle was now fully aware that someone was going to be ending the day in an embarrassing situation. Katie liked seeing Danielle in these types of situations. Sometimes Katie would plan to trick Danielle into losing her clothes and dignity in front of as many people as possible, but more often than not opportunities like this would fall into her lap. Katie would usually just give Danielle that little push she needed. Danielle slowly stripped off her jean shorts down her long toned legs revealing plain white panties. Danielle wasn't a very athletic girl but her body was a sight to see. And today, it was going to be seen. Danielle felt somewhat naughty taking her clothes off outside. Especially because it was still bright out, and there wasn't a fence blocking her from view of the neighbours. However, the girls encouraged Danielle to not worry. She then lifted her shirt to reveal a beautiful tight tummy and perky C-cup breasts hidden behind a plain white bra. Danielle was shy at first, but once she jumped into the pool she felt much more comfortable. Soon enough Danielle was splashing around and laughing with the girls. Her laughter subsided however, when she realized that her soaking underwear was now completely see through. Her perky ass was now in plain view. The fabric was clinging to her perfectly clean shaven slit, and her tiny pink nipples were also making an appearance. She jumped out of the pool quickly. "Oh no Katie, what do I Do?" She asked nervously motioning to her exposed privates. "Oh don't bother trying to cover up," Katie said in a matter of fact tone. "Just strip it all off. I'll take care of it." Katie said as she was getting out of the pool. Danielle sheepishly followed Katie's instructions and put her thumbs in her waistband, closed her eyes, and brought them to the floor in one swift motion. Danielle then unhooked the bra strap and let it fall to the floor in front of her and stood there motionless. As naked as the day she was born. Her perfectly round breasts stood at attention glistening in the sun exposed to the world. The cool air made Danielle shiver. "You just wait right here while I bring your clothes to the dryer," Katie said as she walked into the house. Katie had also picked up Danielle's shorts and t-shirt leaving nothing for Danielle to cover up with. Danielle felt so silly standing there naked in front of all her friends... again! She just stared at the ground until one of the girls called for her to come back in the pool. "Well you're already naked, what's the use in drying off now?" One of the girls reasoned. "Well.. I mean... I guess that makes sense," Danielle thought. She slowly walked into the pool. Her body felt more sensitive now. Danielle stayed hidden by the side of the pool, trying to cover herself with her hands. Finally, Katie returned to pool with an inflated beach ball. After only a few seconds of playing with the ball Katie "accidentally" hit the ball far out of the pool. "Danielle could you get the ball for us?" Katie whimpered in her most innocent tone. "But Katie!" Danielle yelled in a hushed tone, "I'm... naked!" "Well you are the closest, and you are a guest at my house, and I'm drying your clothes that you got wet! But fine I guess I'll get the ball too!" Katie growled. But Danielle stopped her "I'll get it," she sighed, after all Katie was helping her so much. Danielle slowly got out the pool using the ladder giving everyone a long look at her tight little ass. She tip toed over to the big beach ball and used it to cover up as she brought it back. However after only a few more seconds of play the ball went right out of the pool again. Danielle went to get it again very slowly and cautiously. However, by the fifth time in two minutes Danielle seemed to forget she was nude. In fact, she didn't even go back into the pool when she brought the ball back now. She just sat on the side of the pool with her feet in the water waiting for the ball to get hit out again. It was like she was playing fetch. Katie hit the ball out again, but this time she hit it much farther. It went past the backyard all the way to the side of the house. Danielle mindlessly got up to go get it. Twirling her hair as she swayed her hips and her boobs bounced freely. She finally got to the ball and was now in full view of the street. A car full of boys from school drove by and honked. Danielle waved and smiled at the boys. "That's odd," she thought. "I don't even know those boys that well." She bent down to get the ball and picked it up. Then she happily pranced back to the pool. Poking her ass out, breast swaying in the open, and without a care in the world. It was not rare for Danielle to forget she was naked. In fact, most times she wouldn't even notice unless someone told her. Danielle finally got back to the pool with the beach ball when Katie asked, "Danielle, what took you so long to get to the ball?" "Oh that was just some boys from school," she giggled. "I don't know why they honked and waved, I barely even know them." And with that comment Katie and her friends knew it was time for more fun. Danielle had forgotten her vulnerable state and it was their duty to take advantage of her. After all Danielle liked the extra attention... at least up until she found out why she was getting it. And besides, it was all in good fun. "Hey girls!" Katie announced, "Let's take a group photo!" All the girls got out of the pool as Katie set her phone camera on a timer and positioned it. "Here Danielle, hold the beach ball high up for the picture, and stand front and center!" Danielle did as she was told and held the beach ball high above her head as the camera snapped. Danielle stood proud with a smile and her perfect breasts on display and a cleanly shaven pussy in all its glory. Surrounded by her clothed smiling friends, it was a great picture to commemorate the pool party. Katie wouldn't let Danielle see the picture just in case Danielle would realize she's naked, and Katie wasn't quite done yet. "I'm quite thirsty ladies, why don't we go to the convenience store and buy some drinks?" Katie suggested. The girls all agreed including Danielle. It wasn't much of a walk to the store but it was very entertaining. Danielle led the way in her own little world. At some points she skipped or waved to the cars passing by who honked. "Everyone is being so nice today." Danielle remarked to the giggling group of girls behind her. At one point she bent over to pick up a penny and almost caused an accident. When they finally got to the store the cashier was speechless, but all the girls got their drinks and headed to the register. Danielle was first and the cashier slowly scanned the item and stumbling over his own words managed to get out, "That will be $1.25 miss." "Oh no I forgot my wa...." Danielle trailed off as she realized. She was stark naked in public. She bolted from the store leaving behind her drink and her very amused friends. Her perky breasts bounced up and down and her tight little ass swayed in the wind as Danielle ran down the crowded street as naked as the day she was born. Gullible Danielle Pt. 02 Danielle woke up smiling "What a beautiful day for a run" she thought. Katie had promised she would take Danielle to work out today, and Danielle was excited. She took a quick shower and threw on a sweat shirt and basketball shorts. Danielle didn't have many work out clothes and these were the only things she didn't mind getting sweaty. It was hard to believe Danielle didn't go to the gym much because her body said otherwise. She had a flat stomach and toned legs that led up to her perfectly shaped ass. Not to mention her perky breasts that always seemed to stand at attention. Danielle was nervous about running with Katie. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep up. "Hmmm" Danielle said to herself, "The last time I ran was because I realized I was..." Danielle trailed off as she heard a knock at the door. "Good morning Katie!" Danielle said with a grin. "Good morning!" Katie replied back, "Is this what you're wearing on our run?" Katie asked with a concerned look on her face. "Yeah, is that okay?" "Danielle! It's like 90 degrees out!" Katie scolded, "This will never do, but lucky for you I brought an extra set of clothes that don't fit me anymore. Now, change into these." Katie tossed one of her sports bras to Danielle along with a pair of white spandex shorts. "Oh thank you so much!" Danielle said as she started stripping until nothing was left but her sneakers and her underwear. Danielle started to put the shorts on when Katie stopped her. "Those shorts aren't meant to be worn with underwear silly," Katie giggled. "Neither is the sports bra." "Oh ok," Danielle nodded as she started stripping even further. The window in the room was wide open but Danielle didn't seem to notice. When Danielle was finally down to just her shoes, she started to put on the white spandex shorts but she was having difficulty. Since they were Katie's old shorts they were very tight on Danielle because of her large ass. After finally getting them on Katie asked, "Do they fit Well?" "They feel a little tight." "Don't worry, that's how they're supposed to feel," Katie assured. The sports bra was no different than the shorts. Danielle's cleavage was pouring out from all sides and it didn't even reach the bottom of Danielle's breasts. "Ok let's do some stretching before we get into the run," Katie suggested. "Now bend down and touch your toes." Katie stood over Danielle as if to check her form, "Good, good, now let me just fix your shorts a bit," Katie said as she grabbed the waistband and pulled it up even higher than before. The shorts now resembled a thong more than workout attire. "Ok perfect, now let's go!" Katie exclaimed as she led Danielle out of the house. The jog started off slow. Katie wanted to give any passers by a good look at her scantily clad friend. Katie cut through a crowded park that had a bunch a high school boys playing basket ball. The boys all stopped playing and enjoyed the view. Danielle's boobs were just barely covered by a tight white fabric and they were close to popping right out. But as the girls passed the boys that's when they saw Danielle's asschecks with no obstruction. There were some cheers from the boys that Danielle just assumed were about something else. After quite a bit of running Katie led Danielle back to her house. "Lets grab some water and catch our breath," Katie sighed as she opened the door. "Hi ladies!" Nick greeted the girls as they walked in the house. Nick was Katie's younger brother who had a crush on Danielle. "Hi Nick!" Danielle said with a smile. Katie handed Danielle a water bottle as Nick looked her up and down. Her ass looked amazing glistening with sweat. "Ok Danielle I think that's enough of a workout for today, I'm gonna take a shower." "Ok that's a good idea, I should go home and shower too," Danielle said as she was making her way towards the door. "Oh and don't forget to leave my clothes here. I don't want you stealing them." "But Katie," Danielle explained "Can't I give you these clothes back later? I mean if I give them to you now I'll have to walk home naked!" Danielle was confident that Katie would understand, but Katie did not seem to care. "Sorry Danielle, you should have thought about that earlier. Now when I get out the shower those clothes better be in my hamper. Understand?" Danielle was so angry at herself. She should have brought an extra pair of clothes. She felt so silly. "You know, I might be able to convince Katie to let you borrow something else to wear," Nick suggested. "Oh really Nick? Do you think you could do that for me?" Danielle smiled and hugged Nick in excitement. "Well of course! What are friends for?" Nick reassured Danielle. "But maybe you could help me with something too," Nick said. "Anything you need!" Danielle exclaimed. Nick now had Danielle's full attention. "Ok just close your eyes and take off Katie's clothes," Nick ordered. "Ooh kinda like a surprise! I like surprises!" She said, "But do I have to get naked?" Danielle pouted. "Would you rather be naked here or on your walk home?" Nick asked in a condescending manner. Danielle gulped and slowly pulled the top over her head. Her magnificent globes were now exposed and her tiny pink nipples stood erect. Nick motioned his eyes to the shorts. Danielle squirmed to get out of the tight fit but finally they fell to the floor. She kicked them to the side with her hands at her side. Nick walked around her slowly. Inspecting her hairless slit and shapely ass which seemed way too big to be on a girl her size. "Okay good, now on your knees," Nick ordered as he lowered his shorts revealing a rock hard erection. Danielle submitted as she knew what was coming next. She didn't mind however. As long as it meant she wouldn't have a humiliating walk home. Danielle opened her mouth wide to accept Nick's manhood. Danielle bobbed up and down on it first. She enjoyed the cute little moans Nick let out and was happy that she could pleasure him. She slid her mouth off his long shaft and started sucking his balls while jacking him off. She would occasionally run her finger slowly along his taint causing Nick's legs to shake. Danielle put her mouth on his dick again and he started face fucking her. As she felt the pressure building she took his cock out of her mouth and Nick pointed it at her face as she smiled in anticipation. Long ropes of cum came out of his penis and covered Danielle's face. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" Katie screamed as she walked in the room. "Oh my gosh Katie I'm so sorry it's just that... I... I..." Danielle scrambled to explain. "Danielle we will talk about this tomorrow. Right now you need to go home." Katie said firmly. Danielle apologized and quickly ran out the door. "Wow, that was embarrassing!" Danielle thought as she walked down the street, "I hope Katie doesn't tell anybody that she caught me giving her brother a blowjob. That would be so embarrassing!" So Danielle headed down the crowded street towards her house. Completely naked and her face dripping with cum. Gullible Danielle Pt. 03 "You'd make the perfect angel Danielle! Just try it on," Katie encouraged. "It looks kinda silly," Danielle replied. "Well duh! You're not supposed to wear underwear with it." "Isn't that... well... kinda slutty?" Danielle asked hesitantly. "Well on a normal day, yes. But, on Halloween the normal rules don't apply," Katie said. "I guess you're right," Danielle agreed. Danielle's bra and panties now lay on her bedroom floor as she made her way out into the living room. "How do I look?" Danielle asked. "You look great!" Katie replied with a devilish grin. Katie was wearing tight leather shorts and black heels, which made her legs look even longer and more toned than usual. The top part of her costume consisted of a black and red laced bra that had tiny black wings on the back. This left Katie's tummy bare, and ample cleavage on display. Danielle was wearing a plain white sheer dress that left nothing to the imagination. It was tight around bossom and buttocks, leaving her nipples on full display as they poked out of the thin material. Her tight ass was completely visable to anyone who bothered to look at it for more than a second. This dress was intended to be a nightgown worn with a bra and panties, but Danielle didn't know that. "You make a great angel," Katie complimented. "Well you make a beautiful demon" Danielle giggled. The two girls walked out of the door into the crowded suburban streets, filled with tricker-or-treaters. Katie's ass cheeks were clearly visable from behind, but Danielle's outfit kept all the attention as they walked down the street. Danielle and Katie arrived at the party. Everyone was dressed up and drinking and Danielle was relieved to see that all the other girls were dressed quite slutty as well. "You were right Katie. The rules are different on Halloween," Danielle mentioned "Of course they are! Here have a shot." Katie handed Danielle a shot of vodka. Danielle wasn't much of a drinker but she thought that one shot wouldn't hurt. It burned going down but it made Danielle feel good. It calmed her worries about her costume and let her just forget about what she was wearing and enjoy the party. Danielle felt loose and free and made her way around the room talking to friends. She didn't even notice the stares she was getting, but even if she did she wouldn't mind. Danielle had never felt this confident and relaxed. Danielle grabbed another shot and it went down a lot easier this time. Danielle felt unstoppable. Tonight was her night. She did sway a bit when she walked, but it was a party after all. "Katie!" Danielle called out, "Lets grab another shot!" "This is a new side of you Danielle, I like it," Katie smiled. Katie handed Danielle another shot and she downed it quickly. "Here's the chaser," Katie said as she handed Danielle a small cup of juice. Danielle put the cup to her lips but to her surprise there was a bit more juice in the cup than she expected. Juice poured all down her lovely dress making it even more see through than before. "Oh no! My costume is ruined!" Danielle pouted. "Don't worry Danielle, I'm sure there is a dryer somewhere in this house." "That's a great idea!" Danielle replied as she grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. Katie was a bit taken aback, however she realized that a tipsy Danielle might be even more unaware of her nude state than normal. "Here let me take that to the laundry and you just enjoy the party," Katie said. "Oh thank you so much Katie!" Danielle said as she hugged Katie. Danielle wondered around the party confidently, completely unaware of her nude state. She still had white shoes and the face of an angel, but everyone at the party just saw the body of a goddess. Her curly hair rested on her shoulders and her breasts swayed gently from left to right as she walked. Her plump ass bounced with every step she took and needless to say, she was the life of the party. "Hey Danielle!" One of the boys yelled, "Wanna give it a go?" The boy was pointing to a large barrel filled with water and Apple's. Danielle rushed over, exited to be part of the game. "How does it work?" Danielle asked. "Just stick your head into the barrel and without using your hands, grab an apple and pull it out." The boy explained. "This sounds fun!" Danielle cheered as she stepped up. Danielle was quite short, however, so the barrel was a bit too high for her to reach. But, with Danielle's new found confidence she jumped up dunked her whole torso into the water, resting her hips on the edge of the barrel. This pose left Danielle's backside on complete display for the entire party. Danielle might have heard the cheers of the party if she wasn't submerged in water trying to get an apple in her mouth. She might have also noticed the flashes from cameras as people lined up to get their picture taken with one of the nicest assess they've ever seen on public display, had she not been so focused on her objective. Danielle finally got hold of an apple and brought it to the surface. She jumped off of the barrel and planted her feet firmly on the ground as she turned to the crowd that had gathered. Danielle was soaking wet and her nipples stood out because of the cold fall breeze. The crowd cheered and she felt like the king of the world. Danielle walked around the party for a bit longer making idle conversation until she saw Katie. "Hey Katie, do you know where the bathroom Is?" "It's right this way," Katie said as she led Danielle to the bathroom. Danielle walked into the bathroom and examined herself in the mirror. She made sure her makeup wasn't too messed up after bobbing for Apple's and then fixed her hair a bit. She was just about to leave and then she noticed a full body mirror on the door. She looked at herself for a moment and then turned her body to get a good look at her booty. "I look good tonight," she thought until she realized "OH MY GOD! I'm naked!" Danielle went to grab the doorknob but realized that she couldn't go out the front door. There were too many witnesses. She paced back and forth until she noticed the small window over the bathtub. Danielle slowly made her way towards the window and peeked out. She was only on the first floor so it wasn't much of a drop. The window was a bit too high for Danielle to easily exit, but she was determined. Danielle opened the window and carefully pulled herself up and halfway out the window until she got stuck. The window was too narrow for her hips to slide through. This left her in a precarious situation with her ass displayed in the bathroom and her boobs exposed to the world. She wiggled vigorously until she finally broke free and fell tumbling onto the ground. This attracted the attention of two boys smoking in the backyard, Charlie and Troy. Troy approached slowly and asked "Hey, are you alright?" Danielle was a bit shaken up from the fall and managed to say "Umm.. Oh yeah, I'm fine. I should probably just walk it off." "I don't know, that looked like a nasty fall, maybe we should take a look," Charlie interjected. "Here just stand up straight for us," Troy suggested. Danielle did as she was told and was starting to get nervous that maybe she had hurt herself. She didn't feel too bad, but Charlie and Troy seemed to know what they were doing. "Now bend over and touch your toes," Troy commanded. Danielle complied immediately. "Hmmmm..." Troy said as he examined Danielle's ass "How does this feel?" Troy groped Danielle's bare ass in the backyard confidently, making sure to slide his finger just slightly into her pussy. "Ooaahh," Danielle moaned quietly, "That feels... nice," "That's good Danielle, that means it's working," Charlie said as he took her breasts in his hand. Troy started going to work on Danielle's pussy now, which was getting wetter by the moment. Danielle was definitely forgetting about any pain she had from the fall and getting wrapped up in the moment. She had already completely forgotten where she was, and was letting herself get lost in bliss. "Okay Danielle, were just gonna run a few more tests to make sure you're okay," Troy said. "So just relax your body." Danielle felt Troy's hands lead her to the ground. She was now on her hands and knees and she felt the cool grass touch her body. The autumn breeze teased her nipples and she felt as if she was about to explode. Danielle felt something warm press up against her clitoris, and brush up and down slowly. It finally stopped at her pussy and slowly pushed in, only a little at first. This made Danielle slowly push back against it letting go deeper and deeper. She heard Troy let out a quiet gasp and felt his hands grab her hips tightly. Danielle was in such a state of animal like pleasure that she didn't even notice the backyard lights switch on. Danielle then felt a hand grab her hair and something warm and hard touched her lips. Danielle opened her mouth to receive Charlie's manhood. She slurped up and down on Charlie's shaft while Troy pounded hard on her ass. Danielle was getting chills throughout her body as she matched the boys rhythm, going back and forth for what seemed like hours. The momentum was building and Danielle's moans were getting louder and louder despite the cock that was now deep in her throat. Charlie pulled out first and sprayed cum all over Danielle's angelic face. Danielle had forgotten what day it was, where she was and what she was wearing, but all she knew was that she was nearing climax. She backed into Troy harder and harder letting out screams of pleasure until she finally froze in ecstasy and let out an ear piercing scream that was fit for a Halloween night. Danielle was left twitching on the ground, breathing heavily into the grass beneath her as she felt Troy finish inside of her. As he pulled out, she felt a wave of relief followed by a loud sound coming from her left. Danielle picked her head up and turned to see the entire party gathered watching her and cheering. Danielle was truly a sight to see. Completely naked, face dripping with cum, and ass pointed in the air. It took her a moment to realize her shame, but when she did she was mortified. Danielle took off running in the opposite direction, not aware of where she was going. She just knew that she had to get away from all the people. She ran towards the street as fast as she could, giving everyone a good show as she left. Danielle's cute white ass bouncing up and down and slowly fading from sight. Danielle eventually got home, after a long run, and many encounters with very confused and excited trick or treaters. Danielle walked to her bed and collapsed. "Well that was a pretty fun night... at least it wasn't as bad as last Halloween," she thought to herself before drifting off. Gullible Danielle Pt. 04 "What a beautiful day" Danielle thought to herself as she set her towel down by the pool. It was the first really hot day of the year and Katie invited Danielle for a tanning session at her pool. "Thanks for coming Danielle," Katie said. "It's so nice to just have a lazy day and get some sun." "Yeah, and a perfect day to show off my new bikini!" Danielle exclaimed as she removed her shirt and shorts. Danielle revealed a cute pink top that showed off quite a bit of cleavage and a matching pair of bottoms that was more conservative. "What do you think?" Danielle asked. "I think it looks great Danielle," Katie smiled as she removed her shirt to reveal a one piece suit that left nothing to the imagination. Katie's suit was nothing more than a black string that disappeared into her tight toned ass and got a little thick around a few areas to keep her nipples and cleanly shaven slit hidden (just barely). "Wow Katie, that looks amazing!" Danielle spoke in awe, "but don't you think it's a bit revealing?" "Well of course it is, but today is about getting a tan" Katie stated matter of factly. "Besides, there are no boys here, why be modest?" Katie was right, it was just her and katie alone in the backyard. The fence did provide plenty of privacy and they weren't expecting anybody to drop by. They had the house to themselves.. Danielle and Katie laid on their stomachs, talking about boys from school and what they needed to go shopping for when Katie sat up quickly. "Silly me," Katie said "I forgot to put on tanning oil." "Me too!" Danielle realized. "Well I have plenty for the both of us," Katie said as she reached into her bag. "Let me get you first," Katie generously offered. Then an idea popped into Katie's head that made her smile. "Hey Danielle," Katie smirked "You're not going to tan like that are You?" "What do you mean?" Danielle asked innocently. "Well if you wear that you'll get bad tan lines," Katie scolded. "You don't want a pale white butt now, do You?" "I guess not," Danielle pouted. "But this is my only swimsuit!" "Well I guess you'll just have to go with out!" "Hmmmm..." Danielle bit her lip while thinking. "I'm not sure about this" "Don't worry Danielle, it's just us out here" "Yeah... I guess you're right. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before," Danielle giggled. "Me and everyone else you know," Katie whispered under her breath. Danielle started to undo her top, but Katie sensed some hesitation. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll do it too," Katie comforted as she lifted the flimsy strings on her shoulders and let them fall to the ground. "Not like it was covering much anyway." Danielle couldn't help but stare. It's not like much was hidden before, but the idea of Katie being naked in front of her felt so vulnerable. Katie's perky breast now seemed so much more perky with nothing to cover them. Her tiny pink nipples pointed straight out and looked so cute in the sunlight. Danielle's eyes darted to Katie's clean slit. She didn't mean to stare but she couldn't help it. Katie's white skin made her shine now that it was all out in the open. "Now your turn," Katie motioned to Danielle, starting to sense the feeling of eyes on her. "So this is what it feels like," Katie thought to herself. Danielle complied and reached behind her to unhook her top. It seemed to slip right off leaving Danielle's magnificent globes to greet the world. "Keep going," Katie pestered, pointing to Danielle's bottoms. "Oh right!" Danielle blurted out. Danielle hooked her thumbs in the sides of her bottoms and slid them right off. It seemed to come off much faster than usual. "Ok, now turn around," Katie ordered. "I have to get your back." Danielle obeyed quickly and faced the fence. Katie applied a generous amount of sun tan oil to her hands and got to work. She started with Danielle's neck and slowly worked her way down to her shoulders, making sure to massage deeply as she worked her way down. Danielle let out a deep sigh as Katie got to the small of her back. Katie was in uncharted territory, she'd never done something like this before, but she certainly liked it. Katie reached Danielle's plump tight booty and couldn't help herself. She rubbed it slowly, spreading Danielle's cheeks apart and squeezing tightly. Danielle was in heaven. As Katie finished up on Danielle's legs she ordered her "Ok, now flip over." Danielle did as she was asked, but then the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" Katie said quite annoyed. Katie put her shirt back on and walked to the door. "Hey Katie, I forgot my key" said Katie's mom as she walked in. "Oh, hi mom!" Katie said, surprised. Katies mother, Mrs. Masters, walked towards the kitchen counter to grab her house keys. He high heels clicked as she walked the marble floor. Mrs. Masters kept in shape and clung to her youthful days. She wore a short black dress, that was skin tight. In the right light, you could easily see that Mrs. Masters was going commando. Mrs. Masters reached for her keys and stopped in her tracks, "Oh..." she said with a smirk as she raised her eyebrow. "Who is that by the pool?" Mrs. Masters asked. "That's my friend from school mom" Katie groaned, "Please just go." "Well I think I should meet her sweetie. You never let me meet your little friends" Mrs. Masters chuckled. "Please Mom" "Yoohoo!" Mrs. Masters called out. Danielle sat upright quickly and met eyes with Mrs. Masters. "Hello!" Danielle shouted back with a smile. She quickly got up from her chair, still glistening from the tanning lotion, and approached the door. Each step Danielle took, Mrs. Masters watched with excitement, just waiting for Danielle to reach the door. "Come in honey" Mrs. Masters smiled as she opened the door. "Hi, Mrs. Masters, I'm Danielle" "Well aren't you darling" Mrs. Masters said as she examined Danielle's youthful naked body standing right in front of her. Her perky breasts stood at attention, while her plump ass poked out from behind her. Danielle was smiling, happy to meet her friends mother, completely unaware of her nude state. "Why don't we get some food for you two? You must be very hungry" Mrs. Masters said to the girls. Katie was worried that her mother would put a stop to her fun, but she was starting to like where her mother was going with this. "That sounds like a great idea!" Katie chimed in. "Well then let's go!" Mrs. Masters announced as she made her way to the front door. Danielle and Katie followed close behind. They all got into Mrs. Masters convertible and drove off. Danielle sat in the front seat, enjoying the sights, completely unaware that her boobs were on display for any nearby drivers or pedestrians. Katie and her mother laughed silently at Danielle's forgetful nature. After a short drive Mrs. Masters pulled into the mall parking lot. "Danielle, do you know where the food court is?" Mrs. Masters asked quite innocently. "Of course!" Danielle said cheerfully, "Let me show you." Danielle led Katie and her mother as they followed close behind. Watching everyone's reaction as they noticed a completely stunning naked girl walking through the mall without a care in the Before Danielle could lead them to the food court, an idea popped into Mrs. Masters head. "Let me get a picture of you two in front of the fountain!" Mrs. Masters exclaimed. The fountain was the center of the mall and by far the most populated, but Danielle and Katie stopped. Katie liked the idea of a picture of Danielle naked in public with her. Her exposed state captured forever in film on her most daring adventure yet made Katie smile. Danielle didn't think much of it "I would love a picture," Danielle thought, "A great way to remember the lovely day." Danielle posed for the Mrs. Master's camera with a smile, unaware of the crowd of people around her also taking pictures. After several pictures, Mrs. Masters suggested with a smile, "Get a little closer to fountain!" Danielle took a step back and fell into the water with a big splash. Danielle was soaked when her head came up from underwater. She couldn't help but laugh at her clumsy self. As she stood to her feet her wet body glistened in the mall lights, from her toned legs, all the way to her bubble butt, and tight tummy, and ample breasts. Her sexy body was dripping wet. Everyone was staring at this knockout, especially Mrs. Masters and Katie. Danielle stepped out of the water and felt her feet hit the cold floor. Danielle smiled as she thought "Good thing I'm naked, or I would've gotten my clothes wet". This thought echoed in Danielle's mind as she started towards the food court, and then it hit her. "OH MY GOSH!" Danielle screamed. Her nakedness was now very apparent and Danielle realized her predicament. Danielle sprinted for the nearest exit through crowds of people staring and taking pictures with their phones. Her beautiful ass bounced off into the distance, dripping wet, as Mrs. Masters commented to her daughter, "I should hang out with your friends more often!" Gullible Danielle Pt. 05 "Wow, this room is so nice," Danielle remarked as she walked into the hotel room. "Yeah, a lot nicer than I expected," Katie added. Danielle opened the blinds and checked out the view. It was a beautiful sunny day, and their room overlooked the hotel pool. "We should go for a swim!" Danielle suggested. "Maybe after we get some food," Katie said as she picked up a room service menu. "Well in the meantime I'm going to take a quick shower." Danielle said as she walked into the bathroom. The hotel bathroom was very luxurious. It had full length mirrors on all the walls and bright lights. Danielle unpacked her body wash and shampoo and then stripped. She then slid the glass door open and stepped into the shower. She took her time to shower, slowly rubbing soap all over her tight young body. From her perky breasts to her big bubble butt all the way down her toned legs. She made sure to hit every nook and cranny and then slowly let the water rinse the soap off her body and go down the drain. After Danielle was done she slowly stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel and tied it around her hair. As she grabbed another towel as she glanced at the mirror and stopped. Danielle admired her soaking wet, dripping body in all its nude glory. She posed for herself with a giggle and even turned around to get a look at her big firm booty. She gave herself a light spank and laughed. As Danielle dried off her body, she thought about how often she got caught naked in public. Even though it was always an accident, she began to wonder why it was such a big deal. "I'm proud of my body," she thought, "I look cute." Danielle never really looked at herself in that way, but she was starting to think she should do it more often. After she dried off she dropped her towels and left the bathroom to get ready for the pool. Katie has seen Danielle naked so many times that Danielle had stopped bothering to cover up around her when they were alone. Danielle felt unsure about it at first but Katie assured her that it was okay. "I ordered you a salad, I hope that's okay," Katie said to Danielle as she walked out of the bathroom. "Yeah that sounds-" Danielle started to say as she was interrupted by a knock on the door. "That must be room service, can you get it," Katie said. Danielle walked to the door and opened it confidently, much to the surprise of the delivery boy. Danielle stood smiling at the delivery boy. The boy was stunned, unable to speak, while looking up and down at a sexy girl standing without a stitch of clothing on her. There was a long silence before Danielle broke it, "Can I have my food?" The boy handed it over without a word and Danielle took it with a smile. "Thank You!" She said with a hint of sarcasm. The boy caught a glimpse of her ass as she turned around a let the door close behind her. "The delivery guy was weird," Danielle said to Katie as she put the food down. Katie looked up from her phone to see that Danielle in her natural form and giggled. "Naked and unaware already" Katie thought. "Don't worry about him" Katie said, "let's eat." Danielle and Katie ate for a bit and Katie started to put on her swim-suit. Katie's swim-suit was a g-string one piece. It was nothing more than a string that ran from both of her shoulders down her nipples through her legs and tight up her ass to finally loop around. Katie's shaved slit was barely covered, and her nipples were on the verge of poking out constantly. Her ass was essentially bare. Katie only felt so comfortable wearing such a revealing swimsuit because she knew Danielle would steal the show without even knowing. Katie figured if Danielle would be naked, she might as well push the limit as well. "Ok, let's go swimming," Katie said. Danielle was excited to finally go swimming so she grabbed her flip flops and started to walk out the door. "Oh Danielle, we won't need flip flops for this," Katie said. Danielle hesitated for a moment and then said "Yeah I guess your right." Then Danielle kicked off her flip flops and walked out the door that Katie held open. Katie let Danielle lead the way to the pool. Katie liked to stand back and watch the reactions of strangers as they saw Danielle. It's not everyday you get to see a beautiful young naive girl walking naked and confidently through a hotel in broad daylight. The walk to the elevator was uneventful, but no matter how many times Katie saw Danielle naked in public, she never got used to it. The sway of her hips and the slight bounce of her breasts as she happily walked down the well lit hallway was a sight to behold. Danielle's ignorance to her nudity was just an added bonus. When the door opened, two middle aged men stood there in shock. Katie followed Danielle into the elevator taking care to position herself so she could watch the men watch Danielle. The men smiled at Danielle and even gave a few looks to Katie in her skimpy swimsuit. The doors finally opened and Danielle's giddy excitement finally got the best of her. She was practically skipping through the lobby. Katie gave one last glance to the men admiring her and Danielle's asses and then turned to watch the main show. Danielle happily walked with quite a bit of pep in her step through a crowded lobby. All eyes were on her and her tight young body confidently strolling through a group of people towards the front door. The men and women waiting to check in had their eyes glued to Danielle's perky breast and plump butt. Katie was also in amazement at the sight she got to behold. She was a little jealous at Danielle's attention, but she certainly enjoyed watching the show. The girls stepped out into the bright sunlight and walked towards the pool. The pool was not very crowded, but there were quite a few men having drinks and enjoying the sun. As well as some women tanning. Danielle immediately ran to the pool and jumped in with a splash, which surprisingly didn't bring much attention to Danielle. It seemed most of the swimmers were to busy with their fun to notice the gorgeous naked girl splashing around. Ironically Katie did notice quite a bit of looks her way. Not only the men, but even the women silently judged her slutty choice of swimwear. Katie wondered what they would think of Danielle when the realized her state of undress. Katie really wondered what Danielle would think when she realized her own state of undress. Katie watched through her sunglasses all the men and women staring at her and talking about her outfit. It was beginning to become unbearable for her until she heard a loud voice from the diving board. "Hey Katie! Watch this!" Danielle yelled from across the pool. All eyes shot towards Danielle as she launched herself into the air and did a perfect somersault and dove into the deep end of the pool. All eyes were off Katie at this point. Every person at the pool watched Danielle come up from the water and pull herself up on the pool ladder. Her wet body glistened in the sunlight. Her hair dripped water down her shoulders, over her perfect tits that resembled globes with tiny pink nipples poking out, down her tight toned tummy, and over her perfectly shaved slit. Her tanned legs twisted to turn and walk towards Katie, giving all the men and women a great look at her dripping wet plump ass. Her booty bounced in the sunlight as she walked towards Katie. "You're not gonna swim Kate?" Danielle asked while cocking her head to the left. "No I think I'm just gonna tan today," Katie replied. "Well I wouldn't worry about tan lines," Danielle giggled. "Your suit certainly won't leave any." "Niether will yours," Katie said with a smirk. Danielle looked down to see what she was wearing only to discover her bare state. Danielle's eyes revealed to her, yet again, that she was as naked as the day she was born. "Not again!" Danielle yelped as she scurried towards the front door of the hotel. Danielle's booty bouncing and swaying brought a happy smile to Katie's face as she ran back to the room. Everyone's head turned to watch the sight of a cute young girl running naked toward the hotel. Katie started to doze off in the sun, as she heard the sound of footsteps getting louder and louder. "Can I have the room key," Danielle asked in an urgent and polite tone. "Here you go," Katie responded sleepily as she handed her the room key. Danielle scurried back through the front door in her birthday suit, past the crowded lobby and into the elevator. "Sweet, gullible Danielle" Katie thought to herself, "Will she ever learn?" Gullible Danielle Pt. 06 *BEEP BEEP BEEP* Danielle startled awake to the sound of her alarm and quickly turned it off. She slowly made her way to the shower cursing herself for staying up so late the night before. She stepped in the shower and let the warm water run over her head before lathering up. After stepping out of the shower she dried off in front of the mirror and rubbed her moisturizer from her hands to her shoulders and then applied more to her smooth calves and thighs, working up past her plump booty to her tight tummy. By the end of her routine she was glistening but today she was far too tired to notice. She splashed her face with cold water to wake her up enough to do her makeup properly. Danielle sat in her room in a towel carefully applying her makeup when she got a text from Katie. "Be there in 10" Katie and Danielle were going to the beach today and as usual Katie wanted to start the day as early as possible. Danielle much preferred to sleep in, especially considering her late night, but she none the less pushed forward. She finished her makeup and laid down on her bed to try to get a couple of minutes of sleep before Katie arrived. Danielle's phone rang and she picked it up to see Katie's message. "Here" Danielle in her groggy state walked out her front door towards Katie's car in nothing but her towel and mumbled "Good morning" to Katie as she sat down and leaned her seat back to fall asleep. "You can throw your towel in the back," Katie said curiously. Danielle took her towel off to reveal her completely nude body and tossed it in the back. Katie's suspicion was confirmed, and Danielle passed out in the front seat. Katie pieced together that Danielle must have been too tired to remember her clothes and got into the car with nothing but a towel. "This should be fun" Katie thought. Katie started the 2 hour drive thinking of different ways to expose Danielle's body to the fullest extent, but after about an hour she had pretty much planned out the day. Katie decided to start her plan immediately and spotted a truck stop coming up. She decided that she and Danielle wanted coffee so she pulled in and parked. "Are we here already?" Danielle said as she opened her eyes. "Almost, but I figured we could use some coffee" Katie replied. Danielle pulled herself out of the car and followed Katie to the entrance. Much to Katie's dismay the coffee shop was mostly empty except for a older man in his forties reading a paper and a young male barista. Danielle's plump moisturized booty swayed as she walked in. Her skin was still glistening from her morning lotion rub as she ordered her small black iced coffee. Katie ordered the same as she stared at the barista's wide eyes. Danielle's body was such a contrast to the room, but her tired state kept her from noticing. Even the older gentleman peeked over his paper to watch the young girl stand around waiting for her coffee. Katie couldn't keep the smile off her face as she watched her friend expose herself to the shop without even knowing. The girls finally got their drinks after a lot of staring and got back into the car. Danielle sipped her coffee and managed to stay up the rest of the trip. She slowly grew more and more awake until they finally reached the beach. "It looks pretty empty," Katie said surprised. "Probably because we're here at the crack of dawn," Danielle muttered under her breath. Katie ignored Danielle's pessimistic remark and started grabbing the umbrella and towels. Danielle grabbed the suntan lotion and water bottles and started walking with Katie towards the beach. The girls got settled on the nearly empty beach and after setting up Danielle took a moment to admire the beautiful view of the ocean and feel the sand between her toes. Katie also admired the view, but for a different reason. Katie removed her beach dress to reveal her bikini, if you can even call it that. It consisted of two neon pink pasties that covered her nipples and stringless bottoms that just barely covered her slit and slid through her legs and disappeared into her ass. "Whoa, what is that?" Danielle exclaimed as she saw Katie's swimwear. "It's called a c-string," Katie explained "And its to prevent tanlines." "Wow, you sure are brave Katie," Danielle said, "I could never wear something so daring in public." Katie laughed to herself and asked Danielle if she wanted any sun tan lotion. "No I think I'm going to take a dip first," Danielle responded as she walked towards the ocean. Katie admired the view and reached for her phone to get a quick picture of the flawless naked girl walking towards the ocean without a care in the world. Her moisturized skin, and cute booty swayed back and forth as she moved fowards. Danielle's bare feet finally reached the water and washed off all of the dry sand. Danielle slowly took a few more steps before fully submerging herself into the ocean and splashing around. Danielle had her fun in the ocean and started making her way back to Katie. As her soaking wet naked body finally reached her towel Katie spoke. "Alright, now hurry up and dry off so I can apply your sun tan lotion." Danielle grabbed her towel and patted her body down until she was mostly dry. Katie tossed Danielle the sun tan oil and Danielle began spraying it all over her legs and started rubbing it from her feet up her smooth calves to her toned thighs until she got to her hips. Danielle stared at her bare mound for a moment before it finally clicked. "Oh no Katie!" Danielle cried, "I'm butt naked!" Katie was a little surprised that Danielle realized it so quickly. "Danielle, look around." Katie commanded, "Do you see anyone else on the beach?" Danielle looked around sheepishly while covering herself with one arm across her breasts and one hand in blocking her buttcheeks. Danielle took a moment before responding quietly "No." "So, who cares if you're naked?" Danielle slowly lowered her arms to her sides "I guess... No one." "Ok, then finished applying your lotion to your front so I can get your back." Danielle continued to spray her torso and rub her arms and breasts and finally finished with her tight tummy. Danielle was still a bit scared as she finished her front and then Katie told her to turn around so she could get her back. As Danielle faced the ocean Katie commanded "Spread your arms and legs." Danielle did as she was told and watched the waves slowly crash on the shore. The soft sound of the ocean let Danielle's mind drift away. Meanwhile, Katie applied a heavy coat of lotion to Danielle's back and booty and massaged it thoroughly all over. Katie took her time to reach every nook and cranny of Danielle's completely exposed body until she was glistening. Danielle continued to stare into the sea until a light smack on her ass took her out of her transfixed stated. "All done," Katie said as she lied down on her towel. Danielle looked around and tried to remember what she was just thinking about. "Oh well," Danielle thought, and proceeded to spread out her towel and lie down. Danielle lied down for a moment and closed her eyes and instantly fell asleep. She woke up to the sound of whistles and catcalls. Danielle opened her eyes to see a group of highschool boys running on the beach in track uniforms. They stared her nude oiled up body up and down. "Ugh, it's like they've never seen a girl in a bikini before," Danielle commented to Katie. Katie laughed to herself. Danielle turned over to tan her backside and once again fell right asleep. Danielle once again woke up to the sound of people on the beach in the distance. "Ugh, what time is it?" Danielle asked. "Just about noon, do you wanna head home?" "Yeah sure," Danielle replied. The girls were still very far away from the beach goers so no one seemed to notice Danielle's nudity (Not even Danielle). As the girls were grabbing their towels and things to leave, Danielle noticed a food truck across the beach. "Maybe we should get some food for the road," Danielle said excited. Katie looked Danielle up and down and said, "Get me something too," as she handed Danielle a twenty. Danielle gladly grabbed it and walked with glee towards the food truck, completely unaware that her bare body was exposed. Danielle noticed quite a few looks in her direction as she walked through the crowded part of the beach. Lots of men stared openly in shock at this absolute beauty walking nude in public. Danielle finally reached the food truck and greeted the woman running it. She was an older woman in her late 30's with a nice body who seemed quite shocked at Danielle. "Hello," Danielle said cheerfully. The woman took a long look at Danielle and her naked body and replied with a smile, "Hello my little streaker, how can I help you?" "Streaker? What do you...." Danielle trailed off as she looked down at her freely swinging titties and bare pussy. Danielle let out a high pitched scream in shock, finally realizing her shameful state. She sprinted back towards the car giving the crowd of beach goers a good look at her plump backside scurrying away. Katie was waiting in the car as she saw Danielle in the buff dashing through the beach towards her. Danielle finally reached the car and hopped in the front seat and curled up in a ball to cover herself. "Hurry up Katie!" Danielle yelled, "They're gonna see me naked!" Katie started up the engine and headed back home. Danielle was still curled up in a ball after about fifteen minutes. Katie finally asked "Danielle, who are you covering up for?" Danielle lowered her hands and sat in her seat properly, "...nobody.... I guess." "Why is it so bad to be seen naked?" Katie asked Danielle. "They're gonna laugh and make fun of me," Danielle replied. Katie started giggling, "I promise, they aren't making fun of you Danielle," Katie continued, "They think your hot!" Danielle blushed a bit and replied, "I guess... but I still shouldn't be walking around au natural in public!" "You're right," Katie agreed, "But wasn't it a little fun?" Danielle could barely contain her laughter, "NO COMMENT!" The rest of the ride was mostly uneventful. The girls just sang along to the radio and laughed. "Wanna have a sleepover at my house tonight?" Katie asked. "Yeah that sounds fun!" Danielle responded. Katie eventually pulled up to Danielle's house and said, "Wanna grab some clothes or something before you come over?" Danielle looked down and her naked body and realized she hadn't covered herself for the whole trip home. She looked at her house and looked back at Katie, "I think I'm good," Danielle said with a smile. "Oh you naughty girl," Katie replied with a laugh as they drove off. Gullible Danielle Pt. 07 "Just one pizza," Danielle said into the phone. "For delivery." "That'll be thirty minutes," the man said and then hung up. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm gonna do this," Danielle said aloud. Danielle was planning on doing the naked pizza dare. She'd seen it online a bunch and wanted to try it. Danielle had been known in the past as the girl that always somehow ended up naked in an embarrassing situation, but this time she wanted to be in control. Not to mention, some delivery boy seeing her naked was minor in comparison to her other escapades. Danielle had the house to herself over the weekend and as such planned on enjoying a nice quiet night in, and watching a movie. However, knowing that she was going to expose herself to a stranger was causing her heart to race. "Why am I so nervous?" she thought to herself while pacing back and forth in her living room. Danielle took a deep breath and walked over to the wine cabinet. She grabbed one of the bottles and poured herself a glass. "Relax Danielle, it's going to be fine," she kept telling herself. And with that being said she took a big sip of the wine and instantly her shoulders relaxed and she felt warm. Danielle strolled over to the full length mirror in the living room and looked at herself. With another sip of wine she looked herself up and down. Danielle was wearing dark blue robe that came down just below her knees. The robe exposed just a bit cleavage, but not much. Then Danielle looked at her face. She wore bright red lipstick and curled her ever ever so slightly. She figured if she was going to be naked, she might as well look good. "Well I might as well start getting ready," Danielle said to the mirror. Then she took a big swig of wine and put it on the coffee table. Danielle took one last look in the mirror and pulled the belt on her robe. In one swift motion the robe fell to the ground and Danielle was left bare. Danielle's looked at her sexy tight tummy and cupped her perky tits in her hands. She then turned her booty towards the mirror and gave it a little shake. Her bubble butt jiggled and she giggled to herself. Danielle was start to feel a lot better about this whole plan. Danielle sat back down on her couch and sipped on her wine as she watched more pizza dare videos on her phone. Soon enough Danielle felt herself getting aroused and her hand crept down to her moist pussy. Danielle's fingers grazed her clit and she immediately took a sharp breath. *Knock knock* The sound of the door made Danielle jump, but after a moment she regained her composure. "One sec!" She called out. "Ok, you can do this Danielle. It's now or never." Danielle slowly made her way to the door, each step felt like an eternity. Her bare feet on the hardwood floor felt cold and her stomach was doing flips. Finally Danielle reached her doorknob and gripped it tightly. In one quick motion she swung her door open. The cold air rushed into Danielle's house and her skin got goosebumps. She looked up at the pizza delivery boy dumbly. Danielle didn't know what to say. "Hi, here's you pizza," the delivery boy said cooly. The delivery boy took a long look at Danielle waiting for her to react. Danielle was in complete shock. She stood there motionless with her mind racing. Just knowing that she was standing in front of a stranger in her birthday suit was making Danielle feel all sorts of feelings. Even though Danielle had been in much more revealing situations before, she still felt an amazing adrenaline rush. "That'll be $17.50... miss?" The delivery boy said. Finally Danielle snapped from her trance. "Oh, of course! I'm so sorry!" Danielle stammered out. Danielle was so flustered that she'd forgot to have the money ready. "One moment," Danielle said as she scurried back to her kitchen, giving the boy a great view of her naked backside bouncing up and down. Danielle grabbed the twenty dollar bill sitting on the kitchen table and hurried back. Danielle's boobs bounced up and down as she reached the door. "Here you go," Danielle said as she handed the boy his money. "Thanks" the boy smiled, "By the way, I like your outfit." Danielle's face turned red with embarrassment as the boy walked away. Danielle closed the door and set the pizza down. Danielle felt so dirty, but she loved every minute of it. Danielle ate her pizza in the nude and watched a movie, but Danielle was dying to tell Katie about her new naked story. Danielle texted Katie and poured herself another glass of wine. "I did something lol" "Was it naughty?" Katie replied. "Maybe," Danielle responded. "Omg, come over and tell me!" Katie texted. "Be there in a minute!" Danielle, was about to open the door to head out, and then she realized. "Silly me, I almost forgot my clothes," Danielle laughed to herself. Then Danielle got a wicked idea. "I mean it's already dark out, and Katie's house is only a short walk away." Danielle reasoned to herself. Danielle hesitated for a few moments before grabbing her glass of wine and chugging it. "Ok let's do this." Danielle said to herself. Danielle slipped on her sneakers and felt even more naked wearing just shoes, than when wearing nothing at all! Danielle gently opened the door and peaked outside. The street was quiet, and the air was cold. But, Danielle forced herself out the door and quietly closed it behind her. Danielle slowly stepped out towards the sidewalk. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but with each step she felt better and better until she was walking gingerly down the street. Danielle's walk was mostly uneventful until she got to Katie's street. When Danielle was almost to Katie's, a light turned on. Danielle's cover of darkness was gone and her body was completely exposed! Danielle looked to her left and saw the source of the light. A house's porch light had turned on, and the front door was opening. Danielle sprinted towards a tree and hid from the front of the house. An older woman stepped out of the door, and didn't seem to notice Danielle. Danielle kept peeking around the see what the woman was doing, because while the tree blocked her from the woman, it left her completely exposed to the street. Whatever the woman was doing, Danielle hoped she would hurry up so Danielle could make it to Katie's house unseen. The woman on the porch lit up a cigarette and started to smoke. "Oh great," Danielle thought. So Danielle was stuck and the cold was starting to get to her. Danielle was shivering, but she could see the woman was almost done with her cigarette. Just then a bright light swept across Danielle's body. "Oh no!" Danielle's fears had been realized. A car had turned onto the street! Danielle just faced the tree and hoped the car would pass by without noticing, but Danielle just wasn't that lucky. The car came to a stop and the headlights stayed on Danielle and lit up her whole naked body. Finally after a few moments Danielle couldn't take it anymore and just sprinted towards Katie's house. The car was full of boys that cheered and laughed at Danielle as she ran past them. Instead of going through the front door Danielle ran around Katie's house to her backyard. Danielle finally reached Katie's backyard and luckily for her the door wasn't locked. Danielle slipped in and closed the door behind her. Danielle took a deep breath, "Finally, I'm safe." A voice came from behind her "Danielle?" Danielle jumped and turned around. Danielle was greeted by Katie and a party of at least 15 people, boys and girls. The group cheered when they saw a naked Danielle enter into view. Danielle instinctively covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with another. "Well this definitely tops the pizza dare," Danielle thought. "Did you drive here naked?" Katie asked with a shocked look on her face. "...actually I walked." Katie grabbed Danielle's hand and walked her into the living room, where the party gathered around the nervous naked girl. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Katie announced to the room. "Meet Danielle, our towns most accomplished streaker!" The room erupted with cheers. Danielle was so flustered and embarrassed. "Alright, alright we've had our fun, now it's time for the naked girl to cover up," Katie announced to the room. This announcement was met with groans and boos from the party, but Katie led Danielle upstairs to her room anyway. "Sounds like you had a fun night," Katie said to Danielle as she handed her a dress. "Well, it certainly was eventful," Danielle explained as she pulled Katie's dress over her head. "How do I look?" Danielle asked, after putting the dress on. Katie smiled. She realized the dress was all fishnet material and completely see through. "You look fabulous." Katie said, "And maybe you can stay awhile and hang out." "Sure, it'll be nice to hang out now that all my privates aren't on display." And with that Danielle walked back down to the party ready to mingle.

Geri at the Office Ryan had been out of school for several years when he decided to post his stories on the ASN Story Board. He made sure to change names and details to protect both the innocent and the guilty, so he didn’t feel that it was necessary to ask his friends their permission to make his submissions. He did, however, send them an email soon after posting the stories to let them know what he had done and where they could go to read the material. At the time of the stories’ publication, Geri had just started working at a small firm in a completely unfamiliar city. Since her salary wasn’t as high as she would have liked and her expenses - student loans, new car note, rent, etc. - were a lot higher than she had expected, she was trying to save money by using only her cell phone, meaning no land line for cheap dial-up service, and going without cable. This situation left her with no home Internet access at all. At first, it wasn’t too bad. She used her work access to check her Yahoo email account, and her boss didn’t really mind a little personal ‘net time as long as it wasn’t excessive. She did try really hard to avoid being on the Internet too much as she didn’t want to look bad to her new employers. Then she received Ryan’s email. The curiosity was too much for her. She had to know what he had written. The stories brought back intense memories for her. She hadn’t had a boyfriend for quite a while and had no prospects at the moment. The stories made her relive some very sexually exciting times from her past. Unfortunately, once she started reading, it was hard for her to stop. She found other sites that had similar content and devoured all the stories there as well. She did her best to limit her reading to before and after work and during her lunch hour and figured that no one would notice or really cared what she did as long as her work got done on time. Meanwhile, Chuck, the office IT guy, had noticed the Geri spent most of her lunch hours glued to her desk staring intently at her monitor. He really didn’t think much about it until the day that he passed by her open office and noticed her looking quite flushed and her arm appearing to be moving beneath her desk. ‘Porn,’ he thought. Somewhat curious to see what turned on the firm’s newest employee, he used his admin access to check what Internet sites Geri’s computer had been visiting. Once he found out, his first thought was to wonder if those stories about ‘Geri’ were about Geri, and, if so, if they were true. Regardless, it seemed to him that, if she’s that into reading about this stuff, maybe she has some fantasies about being stripped. He began to think a lot about how he could take advantage of this situation. The story on the board about the girl who had soup spilled on her skirt at the office really got him to thinking hard. It was Friday morning when got the interoffice message on her computer: “Geri, Please see me in my office just before lunch. Thanks. Chuck” Geri didn’t know Chuck all that well. She knew that he was the office’s computer guy in addition to having duties similar to the rest of the employees. Though curious as to what he wanted, she certainly didn’t think that the request had anything to do with her surfing habits. End of Part 1 It was exactly 11:25 when she showed up in his office. “Geri. Please come in. Shut the door behind you and have a seat,” Chuck said pleasantly. “Tell me, have you heard any stories about Paul Ritther?” “I think so. Isn’t he the guy who left right before I was hired?” Geri replied. “Left is one way to put it. It isn’t widely known around the office, but Paul was fired. Fired for looking at porn on the company computer.” Geri’s stomach dropped at hearing that statement. “The boss hates porn (‘Yeah, right,’ Chuck thought, ‘The boss thinks that XXX is too soft.’). He has me spot check computer usage to make sure that employees don’t go to any inappropriate sites. Once I find someone, I have to report that individual to him. That’s what I did with Paul. I figured he’d get a warning or something. Boy, was I wrong. Canned immediately. The boss barely gave him a chance to box up his stuff (‘That part is true at least. Though Paul never looked at porn that I know of. Losing that huge account sure ticked off the boss, though.’) “Paul and I were best friends (‘I couldn’t stand that idiot.’) I feel terrible about what happened to him, but it’s my behind on the line if I didn’t report him and the boss found out about it. “Now, I’ve found someone else visiting porn sites. Have you ever heard of the ‘ASN Story Board?’” Geri just sat there in stunned silence. “That site, among others of similar content, have been visited a lot from your computer. I hate to turn you in, but I don’t really have a choice,” he continued. “Please…” Geri started, “I can’t lose this job. I won’t do it anymore. I swear. No one else will know.” “What if the boss has someone else that I don’t know about checking over my shoulder? If I don’t report you, I get fired too. It’s just not worth it for me.” Geri burst into tears, and Chuck pretended to melt at her display. “Okay, let’s think about this for a minute. You don’t want to lose your job, and I really don’t want to turn you in. But I don’t want to risk my job. Is there anything that you can offer to make it worth it to me to risk my job?” “You want me to have sex with you?” Geri almost yelled. “NO! Not that. I got to tell you, though. Some of those stories were pretty exciting. I can’t imagine seeing a girl actually go through some of those things. That would be worth a pretty good amount to me. “Tell me, did you ever fantasize about doing any of that stuff?” “Like what?” “Any of it. Did that turn you on?” Geri looked at him speechlessly. “C’mon. Give me something here.” “I don’t like talking about that kind of stuff with virtual strangers.” “Geri, let me make sure that you understand the situation. I caught you redhanded doing something that can get you fired. My job is to report your indiscretion. If I don’t do my job, I could get fired. I need for you to make it worth my while to risk my livelihood for you.” “Okay. I understand. It’s just hard talking about sexual fantasies with people.” “Hey, I can understand that. But I really need you to do this for me,” Chuck said. “I did some stuff in college. Some of it was even posted in the stories. (‘Hot damn!’ Chuck thought, ‘That stuff IS true.’) I guess reading about it made me sorta relive it.” “So, what did it feel like for you to do that kind of stuff?” “It was horrible. I’d never have chosen to do it. A lot of people saw me totally naked. I wasn’t even allowed to cover myself at all. I was so embarrassed. My body is ugly. I can’t believe people saw it. But…” “But?” “Well, it was sorta exciting too. I never before or since experienced… Well, you know, that feeling, as much as I did after one of those episodes. Reading the stories wasn’t the same for me, but it came a lot closer than anything else.” “So, would you ever consider doing anything like that again?” “Absolutely not!” Geri exclaimed resolutely. “That’s too bad. Because I think it would have been worth it to me to see something like that. I think that we could have come to an arrangement.” “Like what?” End of Part 2 Chuck made his offer. “Okay, how about this. You give me, say, IOU’s for 5 different occasions. Like that Tammy girl in the stories. When I give you an IOU back, you have to do what I say for as long as I want.” “5!!! And for anything that you want? No way.” Geri replied. “I want my job, but there’s no way I’m committing myself to do ‘anything’ that you want. And 5 are way too many. And each lasts and indefinite amount of time? No way.” “Maybe we can negotiate some. But this has to be worth it for me not to risk my job. What’s your biggest concern?” “The ‘anything’ clause. What if you say I have to have sex with you or someone else or and someone else. I won’t do it.” “Okay. I can understand that. How about the ‘anything’ means anything except any sexual touching of any kind. That’s my best offer on that though. Do you accept?” “That’s still tough. How about if I just do one IOU? I can live with that.” “That’s pushing it a little too far. I’ll lower it to 3, but this is a take it or leave it offer. Yes or no?” Geri already started to feel a stirring down below as she mouthed the word “Yes.” “Okay,” Chuck started, “Write out 3 IOU’s to me.” As soon as she complied with his order, he handed one of them back to her. “Here we go. To begin with, give me all your clothes except your top.” “What? Here? Now?” Geri cried. “C’mon. You knew that something like this was going to happen as soon as you said yes. No time to be bashful. Start with your jacket.” As Geri took off her conservative gray jacket to reveal a light pink sleeveless shirt that barely reached her waist beneath, Chuck pulled out a box from behind his desk. “Into the box with it.” Geri almost started sobbing as she placed the garment in the container and then stepped back. “What are you waiting for?” Chuck questioned. Startled out of her stupor, Geri silently slipped off her very sensible shoes and placed them into the box as well. Not wanted to anger Chuck any further, she quickly followed up the action by reaching under her skirt and slipping off each of her stockings. After pitching them into their new home, she hesitated briefly. ‘This is the moment of truth. The first real piece of clothing to go,’ she thought as she reached behind her to unfasten her skirt. She began shaking lightly as she reluctantly lowered the item of clothing. Each inch brought more of her bright red panties into Chuck’s view. ‘Nice,’ Chuck thought, ‘Maybe I should go ahead and make her get naked now. No. Best to stick with the original plan. The anticipation will make it worth it.’ Stepping out of the skirt was unimaginably hard for Geri. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her again. Here she was standing in front of a coworker with her belly and panties exposed. And about to lose the panties!!! She fervently hoped that Chuck didn’t notice the smell or the growing wet spot on the front of those panties as she placed the skirt in the receptacle. Now the final piece. Grasping at every shred of resolve left in her, she yanked the panties down and had them in the box before she had a chance to think about her action. Almost involuntarily, her hands clasped in front of her thick hair as she stood before him. “What are you waiting for now?” Chuck asked. “What do you mean? You said all but the top.” “I’m almost positive I see a bra there underneath that thin shirt.” She had forgotten about the bra. She quickly reached both hands around behind her back to unclasp the bra before she realized the view that that gave him. She almost laughed at her modesty when she did realize. She had just agreed to do anything nudity related that this guy wanted, and she was worried about him seeing her bush? Using a method no guy can understand, she quickly took the bra off without removing the shirt and placed it with the rest of her clothes in the box. She never knew how she should stand when someone forced her to take off her clothes in front of them. Covering seemed silly; they could just order her to uncover, which might anger them. She chose the submissive hands by her side approach this time. “Nice,” Chuck said. “Good job. Now, return to your desk. I’ll come see you at the end of the day.” End of Part 3 “I can’t go out there. I don’t have any pants on!” Geri cried. “Calm down. We’re the only two people in the office at the moment. Everyone else went out to lunch.” Chuck replied. “You want me to go back to my office and stay there all afternoon like this?!? What if someone finds out? I can’t.” “Sure you can. It’ll be easy. Your desk has a privacy screen; no one can see under it. You face the door. As long as no one comes around to your side of the desk and you don’t get up, it won’t be a problem. One additional rule, though. You are to go directly from your desk from here. Once you reach your desk, if you get up again to go anywhere, your shirt stays behind. Now go!” Not fully convinced of the wisdom of this idea but afraid of upsetting the man who had the majority of her clothes sitting on his desk, Geri turned to leave the office. She missed the appreciative look on Chuck’s face as her rear end came into his view; she was much more concerned with making sure no one else saw anything. Apparently, though, Chuck was right. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around. She didn’t hear anyone’s keyboard or mouse clicking or the sound of anyone talking on the phone. There were no signs of life as she stepped out of the relative protection of Chuck’s office. It was a weird experience walking through her firm’s office barefoot. She smiled at that thought. It was even weirder walking through it bare assed. Part of her was absolutely terrified. She was walking through her place of employment wearing only a thin, sleeveless shirt that barely reached below her navel. Anyone could walk in at any time and see her like this. One of her coworkers had already seen her like this, had forced her to do this. She made it back to her office as quickly as possible. She had just reached her destination when her stomach rumbled. ‘Oh crap,’ she thought, ‘I haven’t eaten yet.’ She had stayed up late last night reading a book and, consequently, had overslept a bit this morning causing her to have to skip breakfast. If she missed lunch too, she’d never make it through the afternoon. Also, though she didn’t need to go badly now, she didn’t think she’d be able to make it the rest of the day without a restroom break. A quick glance at the monitor on her desk indicated that it wasn’t quite noon yet. ‘If everyone went out, that means they’d have to get a table for 7. Surely lunch for that many will take at least a full hour if not more. I should have time to fix lunch before they get back. What about the other offices, though?’ she thought. The small, two-story building was home to multiple companies, and the breakroom and restrooms were shared by all the tenants. At least the kitchenette was located on her floor. It really wasn’t THAT far away – just a little way down the hall. The only people who would be in a position to see her would be someone coming to their office or someone going to the breakroom itself. The bathroom was more of a problem. It was located downstairs off the main lobby. She’d just have to be careful and chance it. Remembering Chuck’s added rule, she whipped her shirt off and placed it in one of her desk drawers. Now fully naked in her office, she began to make her way to the front door. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this! I don’t have any clothes on!’ she thought, hysterically. Though it was a weird experience, traversing the rest of her firm’s office was not much of a problem. She knew that she and Chuck were the only ones there, and Chuck would be seeing her completely nude at some point anyway. Opening the door into and stepping into the exterior hallway was terrifying, though. She began by gently opening the door and peeking out, keeping her body hid behind the wall. Seeing, and hearing, no movement, she took at deep breath and moved out into the corridor. The two-story building was roughly shaped like a “T”, except the bottom part to the “T” was only about a quarter as long as the top. Geri’s office was at one end of the “T” on the second floor, and the corridor ran all the way to the other end with offices on both sides. A separate corridor, which contained the elevator and access to the remainder of the offices, intersected at the center of the building. With the .com bust, office space in the city in which she lived was plentiful, and this building showed the effects. Out of the entire structure, only three tenant spaces were occupied. The second floor had her small firm, a medium sized company took up the space on the first floor on the opposite end from Geri’s, and the remaining firm took up the bottom section of the “T” on both floors. Since most people used the elevator, which was in an entirely separate corridor, no one except visitors to her firm should be using the corridor that she was in. Still, she felt very exposed in the middle of the hallway. Technically, even though the chances were against it, anyone could come around the corner up ahead at any time. She quickly padded past the empty spaces until she reached the open door of the breakroom. The light coming from the room made her nervous. She was pretty sure that the other companies in the building had their own refrigerators and microwaves, because she never saw anyone other than her coworkers using this room. Knowing that, though, and passing an open door while completely nude are two different things. She decided that caution was the best approach. She tiptoed to the door and listened for a second. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator. Cautiously, she peeked into the room. ‘Good deal,’ she thought, ‘it’s empty. Now, should I do my lunch first or the restroom first?’ She had brought soup today, and, with the low power microwave she had available, knew that it would need at least four to five minutes to warm up. She quickly decided that the best bet would be to start her food heating up while she attended to her other needs. It only took her a few moments to grab her stuff from the fridge and pop it in the microwave. Then she was on her way. ‘Now the hard part,’ she thought. She left the room using the same basic procedure that she had used before. Peek out and listen, then go. So far, she was lucky and saw no movement. Her luck continued as she made it to the stairwell located just before the intersection of corridors. As weird as the carpet felt on her bare feet, the hard surface of the stairs was even worse as she descended down to the first floor. Now came the absolute worst part. The restrooms were located on the opposite side of the lobby from the stairwell. To reach them, she’d have to cross the completely open space. It was surreal to her to look out the tinted windows of the lobby and know that the tint was the only thing keeping the passengers in cars passing on the highway from seeing her in all her glory. The crossing wasn’t as bad as she thought, however. She figured out that anyone using the elevator would alert her to their presence in plenty of time to hide, she had a clear view of the parking lot and anyone who may be entering the building through the front, and the interior of the lobby wasn’t really visible to anyone in the building. Just as she reached the ladies’ restroom, the door for the men’s room opposite started opening! End of Part 4 Geri quickly rushed into the Ladies Room as the Men’s Room door opened. She knew that there was the risk of the room being occupied, but the possibility of there being someone in the room was much better than the certainty of being seen if she stayed where she was. Heart pounding, she almost tripped over a mop bucket as she made her way to the last stall. Thankfully, she was able to keep her feet, and she encountered no one. Just as she made it into the stall, the door opened and a voice called out “Housekeeping.” Thinking quickly, she yelled back “Occupied.” Knowing that the janitor was a man, she figured that that call would make him go away. Otherwise, if he came into clean, he’d just end up discovering that it was occupied anyway. “I just need to grab my bucket. I’ve already mopped and cleaned in here. Do you mind?” the janitor called. “Go ahead. It’s not a problem.” ‘Anything to get him away from here,’ Geri thought. She sat on the toilet and waited to hear the sound of the door closing that would indicate that the janitor had left. Finally, the sound came, and she gratefully relieved herself, letting out a sigh as she finished. Suddenly, she became aware of the excitement of her situation and her body’s response to that excitement. She had just walked completely nude through half her building and narrowly missed being caught by the janitor!!! She was now dripping wet. Unable to help herself, she began to rub her clit. She continued until she was on the edge of climax and then began using those same fingers for penetration, massaging herself until she came hard. She continued again and again until she was near exhaustion. When she was finally able to control breathing again, she had the panicked thought ‘How long have I been in here?’ Quickly as she could, she cleaned herself up and thoroughly washed her hands. Wasting no time, she quickly made sure that the lobby was clear and began making her way back to the stairwell. She reached it without complications and headed back up to the 2nd Floor. Again, she encountered no problems and made her way back to the breakroom. When she finally made it to the microwave, she was horrified to find that the clock read 12:30. ‘Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. They’ll be back at any time. I have to hurry,’ she thought. Almost on cue, she heard the distant ding announcing the elevator’s arrival on the floor and sounds that indicated that her coworkers had indeed made it back. She quickly looked around the room for cover. Thinking quickly, she pulled the garbage can out from the wall and ducked down behind it. With it in front of her and the fridge beside her, someone would pretty much have to be on top of her to see her. From the sounds, Geri figured that all seven of her coworkers had made it past the door without stopping in or noticing anything amiss. She was just going to hide for a few more moments to give them time to actually get into the office when she heard someone shuffle into the room. The sounds got closer and closer until she saw a shadow fall around her and heard a voice say “Well, what have we here?” It was the janitor. End of Part 5 Gus was 58 years old and was pretty sure that he had never been in a situation like this one. He was making his rounds, about to empty the wastecan in the breakroom, when he spied a rather rubenesque shape hunched down in the corner. Though her arms were covering all her important bits, the inescapable conclusion that he came to was that she wasn’t wearing any clothes! He was pretty sure it was the new girl working for the firm up here in the corner. But what the heck is she doing in the lunch room naked? “What are you doing back there?” he asked. “I lost a bet to a coworker. I had to go get my lunch naked. The only problem is that my other coworkers came back before I had a chance to get back. Please help me,” said Geri, thinking quickly. “I don’t know. With all this sexual harassment junk I keep hearing about, I don’t want to get myself in trouble. Maybe I should call security,” he said, referring to the offsite rentacops the owner hired mainly in order to get lower premiums on the insurance. “No!!!. Please don’t do that! I don’t want to be arrested,” Geri replied, sounding on the verge of tears as she remembered the last time that she was led away in handcuffs while naked. Gus knew that situations like this didn’t come along often, and, when they did, you had to take advantage of them. “I’ll tell you what, I don’t get to see naked girls everyday on this job. If you’ll come out from behind there and do a little turn for me, and stop covering up, I won’t call security.” Geri thought about it briefly, but she really didn’t have much choice. It was either give this guy a little show or risk being escorted out of the building by the police. Slowly and reluctantly, she stood up, her legs still shaky from her session in the restroom. Even more reluctantly, she dropped her arms so that the janitor had an unobstructed view of her entire body. “Great, now give me a slow turn,” Gus ordered. Geri’s face turned even redder as she complied with his request. She couldn’t believe that she was in this situation. Here she was, a highly, or at least moderately, paid professional, butt naked in front of the janitor, twirling around to give him a good show. When she finally finished her humiliating turn, she stood there speechless, arms still by her side out of fear of angering the old man. Gus whistled to himself in appreciation and said “Good job. That pays me to keep quiet about all this, and I’m a man of my word. Now how are you going to get back into your office?” Geri hadn’t even thought about that. What was she going to do? With her coworkers now back from lunch, there was no way to sneak past them without someone seeing her. End of Part 6 “Crap!!! I hadn’t even thought about that! What am I going to do? There’s no way I can sneak past all of them all the way to the back of the office without anyone seeing me,” Geri replied, upset. “You said to the back of the office?” Gus questioned. “Yes. What does that have to do with anything?” “How close is your office to the fire door?” “Just right across the hall… Wait. Can you get me in through that door without the alarm sounding? That door doesn’t lead outside, does it?” Geri said, beginning to get excited. “Well, that fire door leads to an exit corridor, and, to answer your unasked question, I don’t think that it would be too terribly hard for me to get you to your desk without anyone seeing.” Gus replied. “That would be great. Thank you so much.” “I said that I could do it, not that I would. Your current predicament is interesting. There’s part of me that would love to see you go into that office in front of your coworkers dressed exactly how you are.” “What? How can you be so mean? Please help me. This isn’t my fault,” Geri pleaded. “What’s in it for me?” “What do you want?” Geri asked, wincing at even asking the question. “I have an idea. My friends are never going to believe me when I tell them about this. If they could meet you, however, that would provide them with proof. On Saturday mornings, I clean another building near here. Alone, it takes me about 5 hours. If I can get my friends to help me, I can do it in 2 or less. How about you meet me there in the morning and help out too?” “If you can help me out of this situation, I’d gladly do it.” “It’s a deal. I’ll even let you decide whether you want to strip for us or just leave all your clothes in the car.” Geri couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You can’t be serious. I’m not stripping for you and your friends. And you want me to help y’all clean naked?!?” “I thought we had a deal. Oh well, good luck getting to your desk. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll stick around a little while to see what happens,” Gus said, smirking. Geri considered her options for a moment. Try as might, she could not come up a solution that wouldn’t involve even more people seeing her naked. She figured that it would be better to be seen by the janitor’s friends than people she worked with on a daily basis. “How many friends?” she asked. “What?” Gus responded, confused. “How many friends are we talking about tomorrow and how long do I have to stay naked?” “Just three other guys. As for time, we’ll get there by 10am and should be finished cleaning by noon. You agree to stay through lunch, we’ll order pizza, and we’ll be square. By 1pm, you’ll be on your way home.” “And there’ll be no one else in the building?” “No one works on weekends. In the last year, I’ve never seen a single person there besides me on a Saturday morning.” “Okay. Here’s the deal,” Geri offered. “I show up tomorrow in my own car at 10 tomorrow morning. You give me directions to the building. I’ll put on a little strip show for you and your friends and then stay naked while we clean up and eat lunch, but no more than 3 hours total. After I’m finished, I get my clothes back, and I’m free to go. I’ll do this only if you can get me back to my desk without anyone else seeing me. Deal?” Gus loved the way she made it sound like it was her own terms when she basically agreed to everything he suggested. He was beginning to think that this girl really enjoyed these kinds of situations. “Deal,” he replied. Gus proceeded out into the hallway and made sure that the coast was clear. It was just a short walk down to the fire exit corridor entry. Once he had the door open for her, he motioned her out of the break room. The journey was still terrifying to Geri, but she felt a little safer with Gus present. She practically sprinted into the open corridor, not mindful at all of the wonderful jiggling her running had produced. Once Geri was safely in the corridor, Gus, almost breathless from watching her display, closed the door behind them and proceeded to a doorway halfway to the exit. “This door leads into your office. I’m going to temporarily disable the fire alarm, open it, and peek inside. If the coast is clear, I’ll open it all the way so that you can hurry across to your office.” Geri nodded and got ready to act. Her heart was pounding with fear at the prospect of one of her coworkers finding her like this, and she was determined to not let that happen. “Okay, quick now,” Gus said as he threw open the door. Geri reacted immediately and ran, totally naked, through the doorway and into her office. Luckily, Gus was true to his work and the office was empty. “See you tomorrow,” Gus said in a loud whisper as he closed the door and disappeared. End of Part 7 Though she had managed to avoid detection making it to her desk, Geri was seriously worried that the noise she had caused in doing so might attract attention. She hurriedly reached in her desk drawer and pulled out her top. She barely managed to pull it over her head and sit down when her coworker, Bob, appeared at her door. “Geri, when’d you get here? I thought you were gone.” “I’ve been around. I had some work to do in the back file room. You must have missed me,” Geri explained. “Weird. I could’ve sworn that no one past my cubicle and that you weren’t back here. Oh well. So what you got going on this weekend,” Bob continued. “Not much, you?” Geri asked, not believing that she was carrying on this conversation while nearly naked. Bob laid out his plans for the weekend and Geri noticed that his eyes seemed to be drifting toward her breasts. ‘Why is he so obviously staring at my chest?’ she wondered. Then it hit her, she was wearing just her thin blouse with no jacket and no bra. What’s more, her nipples were hard as rocks. Her first impulse was to clutch her hands to her tits to hide them. Her second was to finger herself. She ended up forcing her hands to remain still while she figured out what to do, nodding as he kept up the idle chitchat. Just as she had decided that she had to get rid of him, and soon, her stomach rumbled. She realized that she never had eaten her soup. Her first thought was to just forget about it, but she was starving!!! She obviously couldn’t go get it herself. “Hey, Bob, could you do me a favor?” she asked. “Sure, whatcha need?” “I had just put my soup that I was going to have for lunch in the microwave when I remembered something that I had to do. I rushed back here and have been so busy that I completely forgot to go back and pick it up. Would you mind going and getting it for me?” “Okay,” he started, “but why not just go get it yourself?” “Well, this blouse is meant to be worn with a jacket, and, long story, but I don’t have my jacket handy at the moment. I’m not sure it would be appropriate for me to walk through the office at the moment,” she replied, not believing what was coming out of her mouth. Blushing, Bob stammered an okay and went off to get the food. Upon returning several minutes later, he said as he placed the hot bowl on her desk “It was a bit cold, so I heated it back up for you. I also grabbed this packet of crackers of the counter. I assumed that they were yours.” “You did well, thanks.” Instead of placing the crackers on the desk with the soup, Bob backed up to the doorway. “So, have you ever been down to Mardi Gras?” he asked as he waved the crackers at her. ‘He couldn’t be suggesting what I think he’s suggesting, can he? But then, I am sitting her with my breasts pretty prominently on display anyway. I can’t do it. I can’t just expose my breasts fully to a coworker like that,’ she thought as her hands, as if acting with a will of their own, reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Being controlled by the wetness of her crotch more than the reluctance of her brain, Geri’s hands pulled the shirt up so that the bottom rested just under her chin. She had to fight to keep those same hands from lifting the shirt all the way off. Bob’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he tossed her the crackers. He stood there mesmerized as she caught the crackers and placed them on the table before finally lowering her shirt back down. “Thanks for getting that for me,” the flustered girl was finally able to say. “No problem. Anytime,” was his reply as he finally left her office. Geri finally ate her soup and crackers, still not quite believing what she had just done. On one hand, she hoped Bob wouldn’t tell anyone, and, on the other, she was past caring. She spent half of the rest of the afternoon flinching whenever she heard a sound that might indicate someone making their way back to her office and the other half trying to keep her hands above her desk. She succeeded a good portion of the time. When 4:30 rolled around and Chuck finally showed up in her office, Geri was just about exhausted from fear and frustration. “You did well today, Geri. I didn’t think that you had it in you. I couldn’t believe it when you actually left the office at lunch. Good job, also, by the way, of getting the janitor to let you back it. I do believe that you enjoy this,” he said. “Just give me my clothes, back, please.” “The IOU isn’t quite complete yet, I’m afraid. Just a little bit more, though. “On the windshield of your car are your further instructions. You and I are the only ones left in this office, but there are a still a few cars left in the parking lot. You can wait as late as you want to leave. Remember, however, that the blouse you are wearing stays at your desk, and I have one final rule: your hands must remain at your side as long as you are not in your car until your have actually made it inside your apartment.” Before she could even stammer out a reply, he left, shouting out “Good luck, have a great weekend,” as he exited the outer door. End of Part 8 Geri couldn’t believe that her ordeal for the day still wasn’t over. She almost decided to forget the whole thing and find something to cover her. A part of her, however, was still being driven by an extremely high state of arousal. It was that part of her that removed the blouse and stuck it in the desk drawer before heading to the door completely uncovered and carrying only her keys. Once again, she was walking through her firm’s office completely butt naked. Once again, she was going to leave the relative security of the office and venture out into the building, naked. This time, she was even going to leave the building, naked. She trembled at the thought of what she was doing as she stepped out into the corridor. She was so aroused by her afternoon of refraining from satisfying herself that she almost didn’t care is someone saw her. Actually, she was almost hoping that someone did. Apparently, though, the building was fairly deserted. If there was anyone still here, they were probably tucked deep away pounding at a keyboard. Under those conditions, it didn’t take her long to traverse the corridor and descend the stairs. The lobby once again was deserted. She looked longingly at the restroom door but decided that she’d rather just get this over with. Besides, if she were sated, this next part would be terrifying. As she crossed the lobby, she began to realize how hard it was going to be making it to her car. In the first place, going outside nude was orders of magnitude harder than walking around inside undressed. People walked around nude inside all the time. Taking showers and getting dressed made it somewhat natural to be naked in the house. Granted, most of the time, people aren’t naked at their place of employment, walking barefoot and bareassed through the lobby of their office building, but, still, the walls added some semblance of safety. Outside, on the other hand, was a completely different story. That took things to a whole new level. Adding to the difficulty was the amount of completely open space that she would have to traverse. That space would be visible from any window in the building AND to any cars passing on the highway. From the door of the building to her car was at least a hundred yards, if not more. She decided that she just couldn’t chance it during daylight. Even as highly aroused as she was, she just couldn’t venture outside that exposed. She’d have to wait until dark. Hiding in the restroom or going back to her office probably would have been the smartest thing to do, but she was beginning to like being naked in the lobby. She decided to explore the rest of the building. For the next three hours, she killed time any way that she could. She went to the workout room and spent thirty minutes on the treadmill while fantasizing that a room full of guys was watching her. She had never had an easier time getting her heart rate up to the target cardio level for some reason. She spent the remainder of the time roaming the halls, getting more and more excited with each passing moment. She had some close calls as the few individuals working late departed. By paying attention and always having a plan for hiding, however, she was able to avoid detection. By 7:30, the parking lot had only one car remaining, hers, and night had fallen. The lot was still fairly well lit by artificial means, but, at least, the relative darkness provided her with some hope of hiding. Deciding that she could put it off no longer, she finally exited the lobby. The night air was cool and felt exhilarating on her exposed skin, but she couldn’t believe that she was in this situation again. What was it with her and being forced to walk through parking lots in the nude? Her goal was to get it over with as quickly as possible, but the hard concrete made walking on bare feet difficult. By the time that she had reached her car, she had lost count of the number of vehicles that had passed on the highway, each possessing the potential to have untold numbers of passengers taking in the sight of her in all her glory. She was actually dripping wet by the time she removed the envelope from underneath the windshield wiper and got in her car. The note inside the envelope read: “Geri, Your clothes are located in two separate locations at the park down the street. Your jacket and shoes are inside the box from this morning and is located in the middle of the soccer field. Your skirt and underwear are located below the bag located in one of three trashcans surrounding the playground. Here’s the catch. You can only retrieve one of the sets of garments. Remember, keep your hands by your side if you are outside your car. Chuck” Geri was glad that she had waited until dark. Kids used that playground during the daylight hours but pretty much cleared out after dusk. Besides, the darkness made driving a lot easier. She turned her attention to her decision. Jacket and shoes or skirt and underwear? The choice was actually pretty easy. After leaving the park, she had a pretty long drive and then had to make it into her apartment. Her jacket would cover her top completely and hang down low enough to cover her nether region as well. Sure, it would look a little weird to anyone not being able to see her skirt under her jacket, but they would just figure that she went with a little bit shorter skirt today. On the other hand, walking up to her second story apartment with just her skirt and bra would be hard to explain. She decided to go for the box. After all she had been through today, the retrieval of the box was a lot easier than she had expected. The park was completely clear of people, and she easily spotted the container in the middle of the field. All it took was parking her car as close as possible to the field and sprinting to the box. Once there, she snatched her jacket and threw it on. She quickly realized that the buttons were missing, but she didn’t think that that would cause too much of a problem. She was just thrilled to be covered once again and went back to her car. She only had one more mildly embarrassing task and her day would be complete. All she had to do was to make it to her apartment. For this task, however, she’d at least be fully covered. As she pulled into her complex, she noticed that there was a decent amount of activity. It was, after all, Friday night. She parked her car as close as possible to her apartment and scanned the area attentively before getting out. The coast was pretty much clear, and she walked to the back of the building to access the stairs to the second floor. She was halfway up when the door to her neighbor’s apartment opened. It was Mike!!! ‘Oh crap!!! It had to be him didn’t it?’ she thought, referring to the good-looking 20-something guy who lived next door to her. ‘Crap, he’s going to wait for me to make it to the top before starting down.’ Staying as calm as she could, she continued inexorably toward him. While the jacket provided more coverage than she had since lunch, she was acutely aware that it was meant to be worn with both a skirt and an undershirt. What’s more, the garment really should have been buttoned. Thankfully, however, the jacket stayed bunched in the front more than she had any right to expect. “Hey, Geri. Just getting home from work?” Mike asked as she reached his level. “Yeah, had to put in a long one,” she replied. “Cool, well, have a good one.” “You too. Catch you later.” Relieved that he apparently hadn’t noticed anything amiss with her outfit and acutely aware of the wind flowing past her behind and bush from underneath the jacket, Geri quickly turned and walked toward her own apartment. After putting her keys in the lock, she was surprised to find him staring at her from the top of the stairs when she happened to glance back. As they made eye contact, he quickly bounded down the stairs in a guilty fashion without saying a further word. ‘That’s odd,’ she thought. ‘I wonder what that was about? I hope my jacket isn’t riding high or something.’ Just to check, she reached her hands behind her to feel her jacket. To her dismay, the part of her jacket that should have been covering her behind was completely missing! In her excitement at having clothes to wear, she hadn’t even noticed the absence of fabric. She had just figured that the air she felt was coming up underneath the jacket. ‘Chuck!?! You complete bastard. I’ll get you for this,’ she thought hysterically. Then she realized just what Chuck’s wardrobe modification had meant. Not only did Mike know that she wasn’t wearing anything under the jacket; he had been staring at her bare naked butt for at least a full minute before she caught him. She quickly dashed into her apartment, threw off her jacket, and rushed to her bed where she spent the rest of the evening pleasuring herself until drifting off into a blissful, if exhausted, slumber. The End of Geri at the Office Story is continued in “Geri’s Saturday Servitude”

Gina's Dares By RWS Part 1 The thought of sharing a hotel room with Ron didn’t bother me at all. In fact, the idea that it is unusual at all only crossed my mind because of the reaction of the other girls at work. By their reactions, you’d think that I was traveling out of town for some sort of tryst with a tall, dark, and handsome stranger rather than attending a convention with an old friend. “Gina, you’re gonna get you some this weekend, girl,” Becca had said, laughing. The more I protested that we were just trying to save money by sharing a room, the more they teased me about my supposed impending liaison. By the time that I left work on Wednesday to make the long drive, I was wondering if the money saved was worth it for more reasons than one. Logically, though, I knew that it was. Having just graduated and started life in the real world, I was swimming in expenses. Coming up with the deposit on my apartment had tapped out my bank account, and there always seemed to be more expenses than I expected to eat up each paycheck. Staying in a hotel that was a quite a way from the actual convention facilities cut the cost in half and sharing the room knocked off another half of that. Try as I might, I couldn’t come up with any big reasons against the idea. I didn’t even have to modify my sleep attire much as my full pj’s were more than modest enough to wear in a male’s presence. Changing in the bathroom wouldn’t be much of an inconvience either. In fact, the only negatives at all were the fact that I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking off my bra to sleep or lounge around the room and a slight tickle in the back of my mind that I might have been able to have fun if I were all alone at a hotel a long way from where anyone knew me. That last actually argued for having Ron with me because I knew that I shouldn’t give into temptation. Besides, I knew that he was in much the same situation regarding finances, and it wasn’t like we hadn’t stayed in the same room before, though it was never just the two of us. After I considered all the factors, the doubts that my coworkers had created pretty much evaporated during the drive, and I warmly greeted Ron with a hug when I reached the room. By Saturday afternoon, I was glad that I hadn’t let them get to me. There had been no problems at all, and both he and I were having a great time. We were, however, exhausted. Several nights of staying up late talking coupled with early morning meetings add up after a few days. We decided to skip the afternoon round of sessions and take a nap before the big banquet. As I woke up, glancing at Ron gently snoring in the next bed, I discovered that we had overslept, and there was no way we’d make the dinner on time. “Ron, wake up. We’re seriously late!” “Huh? What?” “We should have left a half hour ago. What should we do?” Ron rubbed his eyes and picked up the clock from the nightstand. “Well, I say we skip it. I hate all the boring speeches anyway.” I agreed with him. Missing it wasn’t that big of a deal. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” “Nah. It’s after seven as it is. If I sleep any longer, I wake up at midnight and be up the rest of the night.” “True that. Anything you want to do?” He got up and walked over to his bag, reached in, and pulled out a battered paperback copy of The Book of Questions. I smiled. “Good idea. It’s been a while. You want to start?” He opened the publication randomly and began asking away. There were no set rules as to a predetermined number of questions that one person could pose before yielding. We followed conversations to their natural conclusion and then went on to the next topic. The only hard and fast standard for the game was that you had to answer truthfully. We had alternated roles many times in a couple of hours when I handed the book back to him. Instead of looking inside it, however, he paused, looking pensive. Then, staring straight into my eyes, he asked, “exhibitionist or voyeur?” This was new. We had never touched on anything remotely sexual. Without thinking, I answered, perhaps a little too quickly. “Exhibitionist.” He didn’t pause. “From your clothing, I wouldn’t have thought that you would say that. Why do you dress so conservatively?” “I think that it depends on what you mean by exhibitionist. If you mean these little teeny boppers who go to the mall in short shorts and tight shirts, then that’s not me. If you mean someone who finds being seen, uh, less than fully dressed as, uh…” “Exciting,” he said. “Yeah, exciting. Then that’s what I am.” I don’t know that I had ever even admitted that to myself. “How many guys know what you look like without any clothes since you reached puberty?” That was an oddly phrased question. What was he getting at? “I don’t know.” “Explain.” I blushed. “Two boyfriends have actually seen me naked, but there may be more who have seen pictures. I don’t know.” “Why would you think that others may have seen photos of you?” His questions were coming fast. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling. Anger? Determination? “This is really embarrassing.” His demeanor softened, and I started with my answer before he could say anything. “You remember Alvin?” He nodded. “A couple of months before we broke up, he asked if he could take some pictures of me. I could feel the relationship slipping away and, stupidly, thought that giving him what he wanted would make him stay with me.” I couldn’t believe that I was telling anyone this, especially not Ron, but, once I started, I couldn’t stop. “I wasn’t worried about anyone walking in on us because his roommates were out of town that weekend, but it still felt funny getting undressed in the living room. By the time I finished, I was so nervous that I was shaking. I mean, I’m not pure as the driven snow or anything, and he had definitely SEEN me before. It’s different, you know, when it’s in bed, and neither of us are wearing anything. This was me standing there while he looked at me. “That first set was just a few pictures. He took one of me from the front, one from the side, and one from the back and that was it.” “What happened next?” I glared at him. “What do you think happened?” He grinned. “Did it, uh, enhance things?” Just when I thought that I couldn’t blush any deeper, I did. I couldn’t speak. I just nodded. “Did he ask you for more pictures?” “Yes, three more times.” “Did you agree?” A simple yes would have answered the question. I don’t know why I continued as I did. “For the second session a week or so later, he had me pose on the bed. At first, it wasn’t too bad. He had already taken pictures of me, and this was at least in the bedroom. Then he said something about taking it from Playboy to Hustler.” I couldn’t look at him. Instead, I stared at the floor. “He had you spread your legs?” “Yes. And then get on my hands and knees. It was degrading and humiliating, but also…” “Exciting.” I nodded. “Afterward was really, really good, so I didn’t mind as much a couple of weeks later when he asked again. This time, he had a blindfold and ropes.” I didn’t feel the need to elaborate. “The final time was less than a week before we broke up.” “Was that time bad for you?” “Very. Afterward, I couldn’t believe how far I went. He had me, you know, touch myself.” “Did you break it off or did he?” “He did.” Ron shook his head. “So,” he said, “you answered before that you didn’t know how many guys might have seen you…” “Yeah. I don’t know if he’s shown those to his friends, or around school, or where.” “How do you feel about that?” “It’s embarrassing. Sometimes I’ll think that a guy is looking at me, and I wonder if he’s seen me naked. On the other hand, sometimes, when I think about it, it makes me a little, uh, excited.” “Before the pictures, had you ever realized that you liked the thought of guys looking at you?” I shook my head. “Have you done anything exhibitionist since?” Telling about the pictures was one thing. I mean, a lot of girls have let their boyfriends photograph them. I really wished he hadn’t asked this question though. “Yes.” Part 2 I couldn’t believe I was sitting there telling a guy about my sexual experiences. “Really? What kinds of things?” he said. My voice must have been really low because he had to lean forward. “I found this Truth or Dare website and began reading some of the things that some girls have done. Recently, I’ve sort of dared myself to do things.” He shifted in his seat. “Wow. What things?” I glared at him. “Things!” “Come on. Please? Don’t leave me hanging.” “The first dare was really tame. I dared myself to spend all evening naked.” “That’s it?” “Yeah. That’s it. It’s not exactly like I ever am naked anywhere but my shower usually. So I found sitting around my apartment without clothes exciting. Okay?” “Did anyone see you?” “NO! I made sure all blinds were closed the whole time.” “How long did you spend nude?” “From the time I got home from work until I woke up the next morning.” He started to ask another question, but I started talking before he could. “The next time, I dared myself to stand outside my apartment for five minutes.” “Fully naked?” “Yes.” “Did you do it?” “Yes.” I could tell that he was dying to ask me about the experience, but I wasn’t going to volunteer anything or talk about what I did after my dares. “The third and final time was last weekend. I waited up until 3am on Friday night and dared myself to go get my mail.” “You took off all your clothes, climbed down the stairs from the third floor, and walked across your parking lot? I don’t believe it.” “I did. I was shaking like a leaf the whole time and cursing myself six ways to Sunday for being an idiot, but I did it.” “Did you enjoy it?” “I don’t know. It was terrifying, and I have no idea what I would have done if someone saw me. I think I’d have to move if that happened. On the other hand, it was the most exciting thing I had ever done.” “Are you going to do more dares?” “I don’t know. I know that I shouldn’t. It’s stupid and dangerous, but I don’t know if I can stop. After my second dare, I told myself that that was the last time…” “I’m cringing at the thought of you meeting some guy while you’re doing this. You could get seriously hurt.” “I know. I said it’s stupid and dangerous. I still can’t believe that I was out in public for like 30 minutes naked.” “It took you 30 minutes to get your mail?” “Yeah. It takes a long time when you’re stopping and making sure you don’t see or hear anyone around every few seconds. And I didn’t wait to get back to my apartment before…” I clamped my head over my mouth. He grinned. “Well, this has been an enlightening conversation. I brought up the whole thing because I have something that I need to tell you. I had no idea how to bring it up, though, and I figured I’d try to feel you out to see if you already knew. It doesn’t sound like you do, though.” I had no idea what he was talking about, and I was too shocked at my own revelations to him to think much about it while he got up, got his laptop, and brought it back over to me. With the computer facing away from me, he began typing and clicking the mouse. Finally, he turned it to where I could see the screen. There, filling the screen in full color, was an frontal view of a very naked me standing in Alvin’s living room. My mind went blank as I reached out for the mouse. Scrolling down the thread, I found picture after picture of me showing my most intimate parts. When I got to the end of the first page, not bothering to read any of the comments, I used the slide bar to move the page back to the top. The thread was started by “thechipmunk” the day after Alvin first had me pose for him! The second page of the thread started with me bound spread eagle on his bed and continued with images of me rubbing my breasts, pinching my nipples, massaging my clit, and sticking my finger inside myself. The very last post before the comments started contained a file. Horrified, I clicked on it. A screen opened up and began playing. A figure that I very quickly realized was me was busy bringing herself to orgasm while moaning quite loudly. I didn’t even know that his camera could take video! Suddenly, I realized that Ron was standing beside me looking over my shoulder. “Oh my God!” I hastily closed the video and the browser. In retrospect, it was a bit silly. Obviously, he had already seen everything. Still, I couldn’t sit there looking at naked pictures of myself with a guy there. “How many?” I don’t know how he understood that I was asking how many guys had seen this thread, but he did. “Hard to say. A lot. Thousands.” Thousands of guys had not only seen my intimate places but had seen a video of me doing the most private thing that I do! “If it’s any consolation, this site puts a bookmark on all photos that are posted, so they don’t really spread around the Internet,” he said. “Great. It’s limited to the THOUSANDS of guys who have already seen me!” I was horrified. Anyone at all could have seen this. My boss could go home at night and pull this up. My clients. Anyone. I couldn’t help but think of all those strangers looking at my totally exposed body, and I couldn’t believe how excited it made me feel. Glancing at Ron, I noticed that he was staring at my chest. Looking down quickly, I discovered that my nipples were sticking through my thick pajama top and sturdy bra to make two sharp points. I had no idea what to do. It felt silly to clutch my hands across my boobs; he had already seen enough pictures of me that pokies were the least of my embarrassment. Part of me wanted to crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head, and hide for the rest of my life. The other half of me wanted to run to the bathroom, pull down my bottoms and panties, and go to town on myself. Instead, I sat there, speechless. “The way I see it,” Ron said, “you can either run from it or embrace it.” It struck my as funny how he, in a way mirrored my thoughts. I didn’t laugh though. “How do I run from it?” “Well, even though a lot of people have seen it, they aren’t that many as a percentage of the people in the world. You can email the site and ask them to remove the post. Then you can change your haircut or whatever. Unless someone really knows you, they won’t connect some website post to you.” That made sense. “How would I embrace it?” “Add to the thread.” I was stunned at his suggestion. All I could think of to say was “who would take the pictures?” “I can. I have my camera with me.” “Who would want to even look at me like that? It’s not like Hugh Hefner is going to be calling me up or anything. I’m 23 years old and already my breasts are sagging, my stomach is too big, and have you seen how thick my thighs are?” “A lot of people wanted to look at you. You can tell by all the posts that this thread was very popular when it was active. Heck, look at all the requests for updates since the last one. “Personally, I think about the most titillating thing in the world is a girl who is obviously shy but also very obviously turned own by showing off. That’s you in spades.” “But I don’t want that kind of relationship with you. I mean, I can’t see us dating as it might ruin the friendship, and I’m not into the friends with benefits thing.” “We don’t have to do anything physical. In fact, I promise that I won’t touch you at all inappropriately no matter what happens tonight. Think of it this way, you’ll have friend who can help you and keep you safe.” When I didn’t respond, I’m sure that he knew he had me. “Gina,” he said, “I dare you to take off your clothes.” Part 3 I was standing with my thumbs inside the waistband of my pajama bottoms before I even thought about what I was doing. I hesitated a moment at that point, considering whether I wanted to go through with it. I know that he had seen images of me naked, but actually having me strip in front of him is a whole different ballgame and would change things between us forever. Ron pulled out his camera and took a picture of me in that position. I eased the pants down over my butt and thighs before releasing them to fall to the floor. Wordlessly, I stepped out of them. The tails of the shirt covered my plain, white panties, but he whistled anyway. “There’s almost nothing in this world sexier than a woman wearing just a top, the anticipation of seeing even more. Wow!” he said as his camera shutter snapped once again. Each button of my blouse that I unfastened led to another set of digital bytes that would immortalize my exposed body. As the flashes continued to freeze my figure in time, I slowly opened the top to expose my 34DD bra encased breasts and my embarrassingly old lady like panties. I didn’t let my increasing mortification stop me, though. Instead, I pulled the garment back over my shoulders and let it fall to lay on the floor next to the discarded bottoms. “Lean forward,” he said. I complied, letting him photograph my enormous cleavage. “Turn around.” I straightened up and pivoted, coming to rest facing away from him. I could hear the camera’s shutter and see the flashes of light. “Unlatch the bra.” I reached up and undid each of the four catches in succession, knowing that each tiny movement was being recorded for posterity. Once the strap separated, he had me turn back toward him. He took more pictures of me standing there, arms at my side, with my bra loosened by still not quite exposing my rock hard nipples. “Lean forward.” Without looking down, I knew that my areola must be showing, and Ron certainly wasn’t failing to document the moment thoroughly. “Okay. You can straighten back up and then lose the bra.” As I shrugged the straps off my shoulders and let the piece of clothing fall, a moment of extreme modesty overcame me. Though he now surely had multiple photographs of my bare boobs, I covered them tightly with my hands. Surprisingly, he seemed to like that and continued to snap away. “Now lower your arms but keep them across your stomach.” This instruction was even harder to follow than taking off the bra in the first place. It was like his words overpowered my brain, though, because I did as I was told. “All the way to your sides,” he said after several snaps. I dropped my hands to nervously clutch my thighs, completely revealing my whole stomach and chest to him. The only covering for my entire body was the simple, thin fabric, now soaking wet, protecting my nether regions. I couldn’t look at him or the camera, as it recorded my embarrassment. “Turn again.” I did. “Bend from your waist as you drop the panties. Don’t rise until I tell you to.” I slowly pushed the white fabric down, exposing more and more of my pale butt flesh and crack as I leaned over. Soon, only the part between my clenched legs was offering any resistance, and even that small portion eventually yielded to the constant downward pressure. The garment then dropped to rest at my ankles. “Staying in the same position, kick off the panties.” I’m not exactly athletic or graceful, and it took some contorting to perform this feat, especially while trying to keep my thighs clamped as tightly as possible. The relentless camera continued to catalog each second until I was finally able to remove them completely. I was now completely butt naked in front of Ron! Nothing at all covered the tiniest part of me. “Put as much of your hands on the floor as possible.” I stretched until the tips of all five fingers were in contact with the cheap gray carpet. “Separate your feet until you are able to reach your entire palm onto the floor.” For the first time since this started, I didn’t immediately comply. I knew exactly what parts of me such movement would show, and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t refuse his command, either, so I remained in that bent over position expecting him to either insist that I obey or to relent. Instead, he did nothing. For once, the camera was silent, and no explosions of concentrated light illuminated the room. The silence stretched on and on. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, and I slowly began sliding my feet apart. As soon as I began moving, the snapping and flashes resumed, and I knew that my most private girl parts were once again being digitally stored for anyone in the world to see. My nipples ached painfully at the thought of millions of guys looking at me in my current pose, and I could feel my juices trickling down my leg. It wasn’t long before he told me to stand up and face him once more. As I stood there, my full frontal nudity on display to him and his camera, my arms behind my back and nothing whatsoever covering the thick brown curls of my pubic hair or my enormous sagging breasts, I couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s funny?” “I was just thinking. I’ve heard in several movies about guys thinking with their small head instead of their big one. Even though I don’t have a small head, I think that I’m thinking with one.” He laughed too. “Well,” Ron said, “whichever head you’re thinking with, I’m glad you completed your first dare. For your second one, I think it’s time to eat.” The first thought that entered my mind made me shiver in excitement before I remembered that he had promised not to touch me. Damn. He walked over to his bed and sat beside the nightstand. After quickly looking something up in the phonebook, he picked up the telephone and dialed. I heard him say “One large pepperoni pizza” before giving them his credit card info and telling them our motel and room number. Then the concepts of dare, eat, and pizza delivery coalesced in my mind. “You’re not going to make me answer the door naked, are you?” Instead of answering, he retrieved his laptop and motioned for me to sit next to him. When I had done dares by myself, my own touch had been enough to keep me satisfied. Being naked in a room with a guy, despite my protestations about our relationship earlier, made me crave contact from him, so I sat closer to him than I needed to. The feel of his shirt and shorts, and the bare leg, against my unprotected skin sent shivers through my body. He opened up a video that he had saved on his hard drive. It showed a very large woman answering the door wearing only a towel. As she reached out to hand the pizza guy her money, the towel slipped to the floor. She made a small attempt to hide behind the door but mostly let the man look at her. He seemed more embarrassed than she did. I sat speechless. I don’t know what it is, exactly, about watching porn with a guy while completely nude that makes it so hard to keep from touching yourself, but I had to literally put my right hand under my thigh because it keep drifting to places where it shouldn’t. “That’s the easiest form of the dare as you can pretend it’s an accident,” Ron said. He pulled up another video. This one showed a slender, apparently college aged girl walking butt naked up to the door. She opened it wide and pranced around unembarrassed in front of the delivery guy. After seeing this girl show herself off to a stranger for a good two minutes straight, it was all that I could do to leave my hand in place. I wonder if Ron noticed me clutching the bedspread? “That’s the other common form, pretending like it’s nothing out of the ordinary. My preference is a third type.” The final video showed a girl whose shirt barely covered her naked bottom inviting the guy into her house. As he watched, she laid down on a bed, legs spread wide, and pulled up her shirt to just under her chin. This one proved to be too much for me, and I couldn’t help but stroking my clit a little. I tried to be as unobtrusive as possible, but it’s not like there was anything hiding what I was doing. “I think that having to strip in front of the man makes it so much hotter. Your dare is this: when you hear the knock on the door, put on your panties. Open the door, and invite him into the room. After you give him the get the pizza from him, tell him that, for his tip, he can either have $5 or your panties. At each step, you also have to pose for pictures.” I couldn’t believe it. He was guaranteeing that someone else would see me naked, not just on the Internet, but in person. I was so far gone by then, I simply nodded as low moans escaped from my throat. “Oh crap!” he said. His voice was so loud that it broke me from my haze, and I hastily moved my hand away scared that he was shouting about the fact that I was about to start full on masturbating while sitting beside him. Instead of commenting on my wanton behavior, he said “I completely forgot to order drinks. I guess I’ll just have to dare you to go get some.” Part 4 He stood up, motioning for me to follow suit, and once again grabbed the camera. I was still a little shaky from my mini orgasm, but, wobbling only slightly, I did as he said. After digging around in his suitcase, he handed me a fist full of change. “I dare you to go down to the first floor and get a Coke for me and something to drink for you as well. You have to go as you are now, not even putting on shoes, and you cannot cover yourself in any way for any reason.” “What will you be doing?” He simply raised up the camera and grinned. If you asked me if taking off your clothes the first time in front of a guy or stepping naked from inside to outside where anyone might be able to see you were more difficult, I wouldn’t be able to answer you. Both are bad exciting in different ways. In the first case, someone is definitely going to see you, but your exposure is limited to just that person. For the later, anyone at all could see you. The police could come. Anything could happen. As I opened the door to peek out, the flash went off behind me. I did my best to ignore it as I concentrated intently on my surroundings. The walkway in front of our room was open to the parking lot, but it was on the backside of the motel. Luckily, we were located on the back half of the building, so only people staying in this block rooms would have any cause to come back here. The parking lot, even with both Ron’s car and mine, looked only about a quarter full. The problem was that it was only 9pm, hardly late enough to limit people being out and about. I couldn’t see or hear anyone, though, so I hesitantly, trying to make as little noise as possible, stepped outside the door. As it had on my two previous exterior adventures, my senses seemed heightened. I could feel the warm night air on every part of my body, and noted with distracted interest that, though it heated most of my skin, it felt cool on my exposed sex. The rough finished concrete didn’t hurt much, but it did enhance my awareness of my vulnerability knowing that not even my feet were protected. Moving only far enough away to let Ron out behind me, I stopped and listened. I could hear the TV a couple of spots down, CSI Miami it sounded like, but the two rooms between me and the stairs were dark and quiet. Still I hoped that Ron didn’t decide to take a picture as the flash would be sure to draw attention if anyone were nearby. For a wonder, he didn’t. Slowly, I tiptoed to the corridor dividing the building in two halves. Clutching the edge of the brick façade, I peered at the opening. Though no one was currently there, I could see cars passing on the frontage road. I looked back at Ron and saw no mercy in his expression. Sucking in my breath, I dashed across the gap to the top of the open stairs. I was halfway to the ground floor when I heard him call out. “Hold up for a second. Turn around.” Knowing what was coming, I stopped and posed for him, wincing as the flash seemed to light up the entire world. I was sure that every person in the hotel couldn’t help but be aware of what just happened. After two shots, he motioned for me to proceed, and I continued carefully the rest of the way down, listening intently after every step. The vending machines were located in a room at the bottom of the stairs, and I slipped quickly in as soon as I ascertained that it was unoccupied. Ron snapped away as I fed quarters into the machine, as I made my selections, and, especially, as I bent to retrieve the beverages. Now burdened with a cold drink in both hands, I stuck my head out into the corridor and looked both ways before dashing back up the stairs. This time, instead of creeping carefully, I ran the whole way. As I reached the door mere moments later, I twisted the knob, but nothing happened. The door was locked. All I could do was wait, naked and vulnerable, for Ron to come open it. “You do have the key, don’t you?” I asked as he sauntered towards me. “Of course.” “Can you please open it?” “In a second. First let me just get a shot or two of you trying in vain to do it yourself.” He posed me with both my hands tugging on the door, the drinks hidden out of sight of the viewfinder. After two quick snaps, he quickly grabbed the bottles and opened the door. I swear that I heard someone undoing a safety chain in the room with CSI playing as I darted inside. My heart was pounding as I threw myself on the bed. “Exciting enough for you?” I could only glare at him. He was right, though, I was terribly excited. As I valiantly struggled to keep my hands away from doing something that shouldn’t be done in polite company, Ron pulled the card from his camera and put it in the computer. “What are you doing?” “Getting the pictures ready to upload to the site. I figured I’d post a set of you stripping tonight and then wait a couple of days before following that up with getting the sodas. Want to help?” he said. It was weird in the extreme to sit on the bed, totally naked, next to a fully clothed guy while helping him choose the most erotic nude images of yourself. I was certainly no less aroused when the knock on the door came than I was when we began. Part 5 - Conclusion (for now) To be honest, I had gotten engrossed in the project and had forgotten about the pizza. While I went into a state of blind panic, Ron grabbed my panties of the floor and handed them to me. For some reason, his touching my underwear like that sent a new wave of embarrassment through my body. As quick as I could, I pulled the garment up to my waist while Ron got in position to record the upcoming dare. My heart pounding furiously, I walked to the door and, standing behind it, pulled it open. I placed just my head around it to see the young, red shirted delivery guy. I heard a shaky voice barely recognizable as my own invite him in. His eyes widened as he entered the room and caught sight of me, and I all but slammed the door behind him. I had to fight hard to not cover my exposed breasts as the expression on his face turned into a smirk. “Um, this order was put on a credit card for a Ron Applewhite? I need a signature?” he said. “That would be me,” Ron said, walked across the room to take the receipt and sign it. Once he had completed the paperwork, leaving no tip, he turned to the guy. “Would you mind if I took a couple of pictures of you with my friend?” “Sure. No problem.” The guy beamed a big smile and draped his arm around my bare shoulders. After a couple of shots, he asked Ron, “can I, uh, touch anything else?” “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea. However, we did have an idea for a tip. Gina?” It was time for me to try to find my voice. I picked up my wallet from the table. “You have a choice. You can either have $10…” I tried the best I could to implore him with my eyes to take the money, ignoring the glare from Ron at the offer of twice as much cash. “Or you can have my panties.” He didn’t miss a beat. “The panties.” I just knew that he was going to say that! Was I really going to do this? Let ANOTHER guy see me in my all together? I hooked my thumbs under the white fabric at my waist and pulled outward slightly. Slowly, I pushed downward, and, inch by inch, revealed my brown curls to a total stranger with Ron snapping away the whole time. I felt like, by now, mine was the most well documented bush in the world. With my entire hairy triangle fully exposed, there was no reason to extend my torture. Figuring it was best to get it over with quickly, I forced the garment past my thighs and let it drop to the floor. Ron stopped me from immediately kicking them off. “Wait a sec. Let’s get a shot of him with you with the panties around your ankles.” Somehow, I think that having them on me but not covering anything actually heightened my humiliation and excitement. The guy put his arm around my shoulder again and posed. “Okay,” Ron said, “Go head and drop them on the floor.” I did so, and he took another picture, this one of me standing totally, 100%, completely naked with a strange guy’s arm embracing me. At least he wasn’t trying to cop feels are anything. “Both of you walk forward two steps.” We did as Ron backed away from us. “Gina, turn around please.” I positioned myself so that both of them could now look at my bare ass. “Now bend over and pick up the panties.” This pose seemed to be one of Ron’s favorites. I don’t know why I did it, usually I waited for him to dare me to do something before doing it, but this time I didn’t wait for instruction. Instead of grabbing them and standing right back up, I stayed in that position and spread my legs. I knew that the pizza delivery man could see absolutely everything, but I was too excited to care. I could feel him moving all around me; I even imagined, maybe, his breath on my most private place. As flash after flash went off, I remained there, panting, with my huge breasts dangling almost down to the carpet and my intimate areas in full view. It seemed like an eternity before Ron spoke again. “You can stand now.” Both he and the pizza guy looked flushed, but I’m positive that my degree of embarrassment topped theirs by a substantial margin. I can barely even remember Ron telling the other man to go. I had been naked for almost an hour doing all sorts of kinky dares, and all I wanted was to relieve the pent up pressure. “Ron, I really, really need some privacy right now. Would you mind leaving for a little while?” Instead, he grinned at me. “Gina, I dare you to let me watch.” By this point, I didn’t care. I laid down on my back on top of the bedspread with my legs spread and my feet flat behind my thighs and began caressing my breasts as he once again started taking pictures. The thought that thousands of guys would be viewing this scene only increased my desire. After all the buildup, I skipped most of my usual preliminary routine and moved quickly from teasing my nipples to massaging my clit. It didn’t take long for me to reach a small climax, but I wanted more, much more. Switching to my left hand to give attention to my engorged slit, I stuck two fingers in my gaping hole. In and out, I thrusted hard while arching my back off the bed to get better access. I felt the sensation building and quickened my pace. Soon, I came. Hard. I clutched the sheets with my hands to try to stop my limbs from quivering as waves and waves of pleasure shot through my body. Strangely, though, as the after effects of one of my biggest orgasms ever wore off, I realized that my needs were not sated. Something was missing. I looked at Ron and realized that I wanted him inside me. My eyes met his, and I whispered “please?” “I can’t; I promised.” I whimpered. “But I NEED you.” “Sorry.” I nearly started crying. He went to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers, motioning me towards him. I rolled over onto the sheet. He covered me up and went to turn off the lights. In the darkness, I expected to hear him settle into his bed. Instead, I felt the covers on the side next to me move, and he climbed in next to me. I fell asleep with his arm around me.

Gwen, Trevor And Friend by Writer6324 College girl exhibitionist and boyfriend are exploited. My mind wanders as I sit in the front row of my Psychology class listening to Professor Smalls drone on and on. He stands directly in front of me but he isn't looking at the class. He's looking directly at me and I know exactly what he wants. Without conscious thought I allow my legs to part exposing my pussy with its light dusting of blond hair. I'm wearing a short tight skirt and no panties as usual. I smile as he stutters momentarily losing his train of thought. His eyes are riveted on the widening gap between my thighs. As my legs part farther my skirt slides up my thighs making it easier for me to reward him with an even better view. I repress a small chuckle realizing that I just secured an "A" for today at least. For as long as I can remember I have felt an uncontrollable urge to expose my body to men. Mostly strangers that I do not know and will probably never see again. Sometimes, like today, I desire the excitement and thrill that I feel when I expose myself to men that I know and will, most certainly, see again. I've even exposed myself to some of my male family members. I suppose it all started with my dad. I wanted his approval so much but it never seemed forthcoming. Yet my brother seemed to receive dad's approval almost effortlessly. Maybe it was a male thing. My dad was in the military and my brother wanted to follow in his footsteps. They seemed to have a bond that I would forever be denied. Then my dad was killed while on a mission in Afghanistan. My whole world was disrupted and I was devastated. My mother was stressed to the limit and seemed unable to cope. My brother's solution was to join the military himself as soon as he graduated from high school. I began to act out by wearing clothing that allowed me to easily expose my ripening body in public. I cannot explain the rationale. It simply felt good to be desired. I guess I just needed male approval. At the time I was much too young to be interested in getting fucked but knowing that I was desirable made me feel good about myself. I was comfortable and satisfied with the situation until I began dating Trevor. I found Trevor easy to talk to and before too long I had revealed to him my need to expose myself in public. Rather than being appalled, as I had expected, Trevor embraced the situation and began to suggest additional ways that I could find gratification. After trying a few of his suggestions solo I finally invited him to watch and even take photos of my encounters. It was only a short time before I realized that I felt more comfortable knowing that Trevor was nearby as my escapades became more and more risqué. That's when things began to go wrong or so I thought. One time, rather than go out, Trevor had asked me to pose naked for him and to let him take some photos. By this time I had known him for a few weeks and had grown to trust him so I did not hesitate to agree. It would be the ultimate rush to allow myself to be photographed totally nude. I knew that there was a risk when I agreed to let him take photos but I trusted him. There wasn't any sex involved but he took all the common photos that you would expect. After I was undressed he took several head shots that included my tits. Then there was the full body shot with me standing with one hip shot out and a seductive look on my face. After that he had me lay down on the bed with my legs spread exposing my pussy. While there he had me pull my pussy lips wide apart which was actually the most humiliating of all the photos. Trevor also took photos of me with my knees pulled up, legs spread and feet flat on the edge of the bed. For the final shots I pulled my knees up to my chest, spread my thighs wide and, once again, pulled the lips of my pussy wide open. This was the most erotic shot since it showed my ass hole, pussy, tits and my smiling face. Over the next few weeks I thought no more about the photos. That is until the letter arrived. It was in my mail box yesterday when I came home from school. I had no idea what it could be and assumed that it was just another of the advertisements that I always get. Imagine my surprise when I opened it and found a glossy computer printed copy of the last photo Trevor had taken of me with my pussy lips pulled wide apart. The photo was sharp and my face was clearly recognizable. At the top of the photo just above my head someone had added "Free Pussy" in bold white letters. A white space had been added at the bottom and my full name, address and phone number had been added in black text. I found a slip of paper in the envelope with a cell phone number and the words "Call me!" To be honest, I was frantic but rather than call the unknown number I called Trevor immediately instead. I only had one question. "How the hell did this person get a copy of my photo?" Well, maybe two questions. "Who the hell is it?" Then Trevor dropped the bomb. His phone had been stolen and contained not only all of my photos but my contact information as well. Whoever had the phone must be someone that knew one of us or had seen us together and made the connection. It really would not have been too hard. We made arrangements to get together this afternoon before I make the call. As soon as Trevor came in I jumped on him. "What the hell is going on? I didn't want to let you take those pictures but, like a dummy, I let you talk me into it." "I never shared them with anyone. Damn it Gwen! It's not my fault that someone stole my phone." "I trusted you and you let me down. What am I going to do now? Someone has nude photos of me and I'm afraid that they plan to use them against me. Look at what they sent me" I said as I thrust the photo at him. I almost hit Trevor when he said "I don't know what you're complaining about. You look great in the picture. Besides, I thought you got off showing yourself to strangers." "Clearly this isn't the same. He has my name, address and phone number and he is clearly threatening to give out these photos. What I don't know is what the cost will be to keep him from doing so. What does he expect? Meanwhile all you can say is that I look great?" "Calm down Gwen. Let's do as he asks and give him a call. We could both go crazy trying to figure out what it is that he wants. Go ahead and call him. Put the phone on speaker so that I can hear too." I picked up my phone and keyed in the number that came with the picture. After three rings a pleasant male voice said "Hello Gwen. I'm glad that you decided to call. I really didn't want to send out that picture before we had time to expand our relationship." I hardly heard what he said. "Who is this?" I demanded. His chuckle was maddening as he said "We'll get into that later Gwen. Is Trevor there with you?" "Yes I am. How did you get my phone?" "You were very careless Trevor. Do you remember having lunch at that little café on Center Street? I think the name was Lucy's Luncheonette wasn't it? Anyway you walked off and left your phone on the table. I just took advantage of your carelessness. "The first thing I did was to look at the pictures. Wow! What a surprise to see the lovely Gwen laid out for my enjoyment in all her naked glory. Of course I did not know what her name was then but it really wasn't hard to find out. I knew your name and by asking around I found out who you hung out with. When I saw you with Gwen I only had to follow her home and once I had her address it was easy from there. People are really stupid about what they keep on their phones." Gwen said "I've had enough of this useless chit chat. What is it you want from me? Haven't you already got enough? You have photos of me naked. Embarrassing as that is I can't imagine what else you could want." "Gwen I'm sure that your imagination can do better than that. I've read a number of the texts that you and Trevor have shared. I know that you get it off exposing yourself. Well we are going to work together. The three of us are going to have a lot of fun. I'm going to make the rules and set the agenda and you and Trevor are going to do as you're told. You know what will happen if you don't cooperate." "You've got my pictures. If I do anything else you'll only have more ammunition to use against me. That seems stupid to me. Why would I want to make things worse?" "I'm not going to respond to that and try to insult your intelligence. You are absolutely correct but you are overlooking one thing." "And what the hell might that be?" I said in the most sarcastic tone possible. "It's simple. You like showing off that lovely body. Let's be honest. You are the complete package. You are a natural blonde with long blond hair and a light dusting of blond curls highlighting your lovely pussy. Your tits aren't huge but they are full and those puffy nipples of yours are to die for. You're not glamorous but you have a girl next door appeal and that light dusting of freckles across your cheeks and nose are adorable. There's just one problem." "And what might that be?" "You're not aggressive enough." "What in the world are you talking about?" "You enjoy exposing yourself but you are too conservative. Maybe you just aren't creative enough or possibly you're concerned about your safety. Well I can assure you that I will not be conservative with you. And you should feel safe because both Trevor and I will always be there to insure your safety. I really hope that you will enjoy yourself but you are going to do what I say or else I'll have men knocking on your door constantly. I hope you understand that it's nothing personal. You are just a tool that will allow me to enjoy myself. I hope that you will enjoy yourself at the same time but that is just incidental. Do you understand?" "Yeah I understand. I can't say that I like it but I understand. So what's next? Do you fuck me or what?" "My goodness are you that anxious to get laid?" "No! I just don't like not knowing what you've got in mind." "Well you're going to have to wait for a while longer. I've really got to give this some thought. Humiliation is the name of the game. There are a lot of tried and true things that I could force you to do but I want to try to come up with something that is a little more unusual. I'll have to give this some thought. I'll give you a call tomorrow or the next day and give you your instructions. Sleep well." Trevor wanted to stay and discuss things further but I was too upset to think straight so I sent him home. "Sleep well?" he says. "Was he out of his mind?" I hardly slept at all as my mind churned with the possibilities. I certainly did not want a reputation around school as some sort of easy mark or slut. If he spread those photos around school that is exactly what would happen. Still my inner exhibitionist was all aflutter with the possibilities. Isn't this exactly the kind of thing that I had been doing on my own for the past few years? Of course it was but I really doubted that I was going to feel comfortable with this stranger in charge. I managed to struggle through the day but it was no easy task. As I walked down the hallway toward my apartment I noticed a box outside my door and wondered what that could be. I bent down and picked it up and immediately noticed that there wasn't any return address and I did not recognize the handwriting on the address label. I sat the box on the table and hung my purse on the back of a chair. I started to go into the bedroom to get into something more comfortable but curiosity was burning bright and was not to be ignored. I reached for the box and pried it open. The first thing I found was a note which I unfolded with some trepidation and began to read. "Hello Gwen. Here are some things that you will need. I took the liberty of telling Trevor to be at your place at eight. I'll give you a call a little after eight and we'll have some fun. I'm really looking forward to an enjoyable evening and I hope that you are also." I placed the note on the table and took a look at what was in the box. The first thing that came out was some sort of metal contraption. I didn't have the faintest idea what this was until I found the little instruction page. It was a tripod for holding a cell phone. The next thing out of the box was a bra like I'd never seen before. It looked to be the right size or maybe a little small. It was a lovely black lace material but there were openings at the tip of each cup. It took a moment and then it dawned on me. The nipples of anyone wearing this bra would be pushed through the holes. The fact that the bra was a little smell meant that the effect would be accentuated. My puffy nipples would stand up tall and proud if I wore this bra. Things became even clearer when I removed the sheer white button up blouse from the box. Holy shit! If I were to wear this bra and blouse combination my nipples would be plainly visible to anyone who looked at me. There was no way that I was wearing this. The last item was a black "A-line" skirt. When I held it up to my waist it seemed like it might fit but it was short. I couldn't see behind me but I was pretty sure that it would barely cover my ass. While I was still contemplating the skirt there was a knock on the door. The unexpected noise startled me. Being more cautious than usual I looked through the peephole to see Trevor fidgeting in the hall. I opened the door and he rushed past me saying "I didn't want to be late or miss anything." We talked for a few moments and I showed him the contents of the box. He was most interested in the bra. Go figure. My mind was in turmoil wondering exactly what I would be expected to do. Would I even be able to do whatever he told me to do? I was terribly excited and very reluctant to move forward with this but it certainly didn't look like I had many options. At about five minutes after eight my cell phone rang. "Hello" I said. "Gwen I'm so glad that you decided to take my call. I honestly wasn't sure that you would. Did you get the box?" "I got it." "Good. Good. Are you ready to get started?" "I'm still not sure. I don't know what you have in mind although the things that you sent me give me a pretty good idea." "Yes well, I want to go slow with you. I want you to be turned on and humiliated by what I'm going to have you doing because I'm pretty sure that it will play into your exhibitionist leanings but I want to move slowly and work our way into things." "Well I'm here, Trevor's here and you're on the phone so what do you have in mind?" "For tonight what I have in mind is for Trevor to show me every intimate part of your lovely body. Oh I won't really be there in the room but you'll know that your phone is recording everything and sending video to me to enjoy. Before the evening is over you'll know that you've been totally and completely exposed to a stranger. "Trevor I want you to use the tripod that I sent you to set up your cell phone. Make sure to mount it sideways and not vertically. I'm going to have you stand behind Gwen as I have a good look at her fine body. "Gwen I want you to go into your room and pick a nice set of underwear. I want my present to be tastefully wrapped." "You don't want me to wear the bra that you sent?" "No! That's for later. Wear one of your nicer blouses. One that buttons up the front and you can wear any skirt that you want but make sure that it's short. Come back when you are ready." As Gwen left the room I said "Trevor we want to find some place in the room that well provide a nice background. I don't want some busy or cluttered place that will compete with the subject of our party. Where do you think would be best? Go ahead and set Gwen's phone to transmit an image to me and we will look together." The view on the screen slowly rotated around the room. As Trevor rotated the first thing to come into view was the dining area which was clearly not a suitable background. The image continued to rotate past the front entry door and then past a couch and chair. I thought that the couch might work if I wanted them to be sitting or lying down. As Trevor continued to turn the view swung past a wall with a fake fireplace and mantle and then continued on to show what appeared to be the door to Gwen's bedroom. At that moment the door opened and Gwen entered the room. She had chosen a white blouse and a red and green plaid pleated skirt. It almost looked like a school uniform and Gwen was the image of a sexy school girl. I immediately made up my mind. "Gwen I want you to stand in front of the fire place. Trevor I want you to attach the phone to the tripod and then we can move it into position. I want Gwen to fill the image from top to bottom and make sure that the image is focused on her. "Okay that's good. Now turn on all the lights around the room. Since there aren't any behind her we can use the extra illumination to get great detail shots. That's fine. "We are going to do this in scenes since there are only the two of you there. Maybe another time we'll have a real camera man to help out. For now just leave the phone recording. I'll be watching and I will give you instructions about what I want you to do. Feel free to talk as we go. The phone will record it all, including my verbal instructions, and then Gwen will send me the whole video. Gwen it will be your choice to give it to me and allow yourself to be viewed by others. "Trevor for now I want you to take the phone off the tripod. Gwen is going to go back into the bedroom leaving the door open. Trevor I want you to record her as she enters the room and goes to stand in front of the fireplace. Record her as she walks into the room. "Trev there's been a slight change of plans. Don't tell Gwen but I want you to set her phone to do a live stream rather than just recording. Let's do this!" I watched as Trevor turned the camera towards Gwen's bedroom door just as she appeared and walked into the room. God she was hot! "Okay Trevor now I want you to move forward until you get a good head and shoulders shot. Let's be sure to include the mantle with all the family photos." Hastily Gwen turned to look at the photos on the mantle. There was a photo of her with her mom and dad along with a few shots of her as she had grown into the lovely example of sexiness that she was today. There was also one of her with a young man that I assumed was her brother. She turned back to look into the camera with a look of horror on her face. "No! You can't show those pictures. That's my family. My mom, my dad and my brother are there. What if someone recognizes them?" Her response was perfect. It was exactly what I had been hoping for. "You don't need to worry about that Gwen. The photos won't be in focus." I assured her. While technically true they would be in that tantalizing in between realm. Not clear and not exactly out of focus either. Anyone who knew who was in the photos was sure to recognize them. I was sure that Gwen would have more than a little anxiety over it and by the time she saw the completed video it would be too late. "Trevor I want you to place the camera back on the tripod. That's good. Now, I want you to go stand behind Gwen and cup her tits." The look on Trevor's face was priceless as he took the weight of Gwen's tits in his hands. He hefted them while massaging them gently and pinching her nipples. "How does that feel Trevor?" "They're full and so damn soft." "How long have you been dating?" "Three weeks." "I bet she hasn't let you touch her tits before tonight has she?" "No. She's flashed them a few times so I've gotten a glimpse here or there. I thought that I saw a nipple one time but I'm not sure. She told me that she's an exhibitionist." "Really? Gwen is that correct? Are you an exhibitionist?" Although I already knew the answers to these questions I wanted her to say it in the video. I watched the look on her face as she struggled with the excitement she felt from Trevor's efforts and the question? Immediately Gwen realized that if she answered the question then everyone would know. Then it dawned on her that anyone seeing this video would know. Her juices began to flow with the realization. "Yes!" she whispered. I wanted everyone to hear that admission. "What?" I barked. Gwen jolted, startled by my voice. Opening her eyes and looking directly into the lens she said "Yes!" with much more conviction. "Yes what?" "I'm an exhibitionist. I like teasing men and letting them get a glance at my tits and pussy." Meanwhile Trevor had remained busy with Gwen's tits. "Trevor I want you to constrain yourself for a few moments. Gwen's going to unbutton her blouse for us now. Aren't you Gwen?" Giving me more than I could have asked for Gwen nodded her acquiescence and slowly raised her hands to the top button of her blouse. While she continued to look into the camera she slowly unbuttoned all of the buttons. "That's really good Gwen. You're enjoying this aren't you?" Another nod was all I got. "Gwen I do not want to have to tell you again. I want verbal answers so that everyone can hear your response. Don't make me tell you again." "Yes!" "Excuse me? I will receive proper answers and proper respect. Why don't you try that again?" "Yes sir!" Gwen said in a stronger voice. "What are you feeling? Tell us." "I'm feeling embarrassed. No one has ever seen me like this or asked me questions like this. I'm humiliated by being used this way. By being made to do things." "Things?" I asked. "What does that mean?" "Things like exposing my body this way. It's not the same as when I decide to let someone see me while I'm out. This is different. It's not my decision what I do but yours. I'm so damned turned on by the possibilities I can hardly stand it. At the same time it's degrading to be used sexually by someone like you. But, but it's also stimulating. It's hard to explain." "Okay that's good Gwen. Trevor let's get you back to work. It's a shame that you can't see the sexy black bra Gwen is wearing from behind her like that. Still, I think that you'll be compensated. I want you to reach around Gwen and pull each of her lovely tits out and over the top of her bra. Her soft pale skin will be so enticing in contrast with her black bra." I watched as he reached into the first cup and struggled to pull her breast out. He was finally successful and immediately went to work on her other tit. With both breasts supported over the top of her bra Gwen made a lovely picture. "Okay Gwen I want you to reach up and fondle yourself." I watched in amazement as Gwen began to massage and lift her tits enjoying the feel of her own hands on her flesh. Without being told we all watched as she pinched and pulled on her nipples until they began to harden. "Thank you Gwen. Now I want you to release the catches on your bra letting us see your tits in all their glory." At first she hesitated and then with a shrug she reached back and undid the clasp shrugging her shoulders forward and letting the bra slide down her arms and onto the floor. Lowering her hands to her sides she stood there. Her tits entirely unfettered. Her puffy nipples were pointed directly at the camera begging for a man's touch. "Okay Gwen I want you to give your tits to Trevor." A puzzled look crossed her face as she struggled to understand what I wanted. "Excuse me?" she said. I took a moment to explain and when she understood I watched as she reached behind her and took Trevor's hands and placed them on her tits. She used Trevor's hands to cup her tits and then dropped her hands to her side. Trevor hefted them and then went to work. As I watched the lucky Trevor fondling Gwen's tits I asked "How does that feel?" "It feels absolutely delicious." "Do you like that everyone is seeing your unencumbered tits and watching your face as you experience the sensations?" "I don't mind." "But do you like letting everyone see you like this? How does it feel knowing that everyone is going to watch as you suck Trevor's dick and then he fucks you?" It was interesting watching her face as the import of my questions registered. "Wait a minute. You never said anything about fucking and sucking and that bothers me. But what bothers me more is that you keep saying 'everyone'. There are only the three of us." "Well that's not entirely true. You see while you were changing I had Trevor change the settings on your phone. Everything you are doing is being recorded for the future but I also had him enable the live stream function on your phone. It's all being sent out to the internet live. What do you think about that? Hundreds, maybe thousands of men are watching as Trevor plays with your tits." The relaxed look on her face morphed from one of horror to concern and finally acceptance as I painted a picture of untold numbers of men watching as she was exposed and used. The same words kept through Gwen's mind. Used, degrading, humiliating, embarrassing yet they were followed by excitement, astonishment and satisfaction. "You never told me. You lied to me." Gwen said. "No I never told you but that's not the same as lying to you. You know that exposing yourself is something you find exciting and that you enjoy. But for some time now you have limited yourself because of your fear. I've merely taken the decision out of your hands and placed you in a position to realize you're most stimulating and exciting dreams. "So! Now it's up to you. Do we continue or do we stop? Are you going to deny all of these unknown men the satisfaction and sexual release from viewing the rest of your lovely body and watching as you suck and fuck Trevor? The men watching need satisfaction too. "How exciting would it be for you knowing that an unknown number of strangers are stroking their cocks as they watch you take Trevor's shaft in your mouth and then deep into your pussy? Most of them will achieve sexual release from the show that you are putting on. Can you think of anything more satisfying?" "No!" Gwen whispered. "Speak up Gwen." "No!" she said more firmly. "So you want these men to see you naked and used?" "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes damn you. I want to know that a bunch of strangers are watching as Trevor exposes me to them. I want to feel the unique range of emotions as my body is used by Trevor for his satisfaction and these strangers watch. Is that good enough for you?" "That's quite good enough Gwen. Now it's clear that you want to do this and I am only providing the means so let's proceed. Unzip your skirt and drop it. Show us your lovely legs and the panties that match that lacy black bra." In just a moment Gwen had dropped her skirt as instructed. She truly did have lovely legs. They rose from her slim ankles up her well turned calves to her full sculpted thighs and finally ended in the "V" where her thighs joined her crotch which was discretely covered by the black lace panties. "It's time Gwen. Let's give everyone what they want. Take your panties off for us now." You could see the hesitation on her face. This was for all the marbles. Slowly resolve showed on her face and she raised her hands and hooked her thumbs in the elastic. Inch by agonizing inch the panties started their slow trip to the floor. The first thing to come into view was a tuft of her blond snatch. The next thing that came into view was the top of her slit and finally the rest of her pussy. By their very nature any pussy was lovely but her pussy was exactly the type that I enjoyed. The lips of that warm soft opening barely peeked out from the vertical slit between her thighs. It was smooth and soft. "Gwen I want you to spread your legs and lean back on Trevor. Let us get a good look between your legs." At first I thought that she might balk at my direction but ever so slowly she spread her legs about two feet apart and leaned back on Trevor. "What are you thinking Gwen? Are you enjoying yourself?" "I can't believe what I'm doing. It's delicious realizing that I have no idea who might be watching this. I'm really showing my pussy to the lecherous world. Young men, old men or even possibly my father might be watching. This is being broadcast under my name. You cannot realize how liberating it is to feel the release. To do what I have wanted to do for most of my life.' As her words left her lips her mind finally caught up with what was happening and she exclaimed "OMG!" and immediately brought her legs together as her hands came up to cover her breasts. "Relax Gwen. You know this is something that you have wanted to do for years isn't it?" "Yes! Of course, I never thought that something like this would happen. I can't understand the mix of emotions that I'm feeling. How in the hell is it possible for me to feel embarrassed for showing off my body to strangers yet excited, stimulated and sexually aroused by the same act. I'm allowing myself to be degraded and exposed and truthfully I am excited and enjoying it." "Okay Gwen we need a decision from you now. If you want to continue then you need to spread your legs wide and show us your pussy again. Take your hands down from your tits so that Trevor can pinch and pull on those nipples. I will count to ten. If you want to continue you know what to do. If you want to stop then remain covered and we will terminate this stream on the count of eleven." I watched Gwen intently as the count slowly mounted. At eight she seemed to shudder and come to some decision. She had been standing with her eyes shut as if she could block out everything that way. When her eyes opened and she stared directly into the camera I knew that we were still in business. Slowly her legs spread wide once again and her hands moved away from her breasts. Before she had a chance to change her mind I said "Trevor I want you to pull her pussy lips wide apart. Let's get a good deep look at the heart of Gwen's love nest. Let us know if she is wet and see how many fingers you can get into her." Anxious to follow my instructions Trevor happily reached between her legs and did as he was told. He pulled her pussy lips wide apart exposing the pink inner sheath of her pussy. At first he only tried to work one finger into her. After just a few strokes he looked up at the camera and commented, "She's so wet." Our audience watched as two, three and then four fingers were thrusting in and out of that lovely pussy. Gwen's eyes were closed and she moved her legs wider apart allowing Trevor better access to her dripping pussy. I could only hope that I would get my hands on her in the very near future. If she didn't balk at letting us watch as she sucked Trevor's dick and then when he fucked her then I could be pretty sure that I would get my turn. "Okay Gwen you've had enough fun. It's about time you returned the favor and gave Trevor a little excitement. What do you think Trevor? Would you enjoy having Gwen suck your cock?" "Are you kidding? What healthy male wouldn't want to have a fantastic blond suck his cock? She is so hot." Gwen jumped into the conversation. "I never said that I would do that. I think that this has gone far enough. You two have exposed me to an unknown number of strangers and now you think that I'm going to let you take a video of me sucking cock? Not. Besides, I've only sucked cock one time and I didn't like it." "Gwen as I told you earlier you can chose to not do this. In fact you should think real hard before you decide. Just so you know I plan to watch as you suck Trevor's cock and then you're going to spread your legs and let him fuck you. You should also know that I am more than willing to share what you have done so far with your friends, family and school chums. Still, the choice is yours. What will it be?" "I don't know." "Damn it girl you know that letting others watch you being used has turned you on. It's something that you have dreamed of but never had the will power to do on your own. Now is your chance. What will it be?" Still Gwen hesitated to respond. "Okay I think that I understand. You are reluctant to say that you want to suck Trevor's dick. If that's the problem I have a suggestion. If you agree that you want us to watch as you suck cock then just get down on your knees facing the camera." Almost in slow motion Gwen began to move finally kneeling as she had been instructed. "That's great Gwen. Trevor I want you to stand with your back to the camera. That's it. Now move just a little to the side. I know you're excited but you have to remember that the rest of us want to see the action too. Okay that's good. Turn toward Gwen just a little. Gwen you need to remain facing the camera but just turn your head toward Trevor. "Okay Gwen it is show time. Unzip Trevor's pants and let's take a look at what you have to work with." We all watched breathlessly as Gwen struggled with the zipper. Finally she got it down and we all were overcome with envy as her soft white hand delved into his pants. It took a while for her to wrestle his stiff cock out of his pants but finally she knelt there staring at the rod that she was about to suck as an untold number of strangers watched. "I must be crazy." Gwen thought as she struggled to get her prize out of its cloth prison. Finally it came free and I just knelt there for a moment contemplating what was about to happen. My emotions were rioting inside my head and the rest of my body had already begun to respond to the erotic situation. I could already feel the extra moisture between my legs. My nipples tingled and stood at attention. "Just do it!" I thought. I leaned forward and with the tip of my tongue I sampled the drop of pre cum that had appeared. When my tongue made contact I felt Trevor quiver. Then all thought of propriety vanished from my brain. All of my prudish upbringing disappeared like a puff of smoke. Suddenly I wasn't nervous with anticipation. I was possessed by a desire to show anyone watching what a good job I could do. I leaned forward and took the head of Trevor's cock between my lips and closed them over the hot soft head of his dick. I flicked my tongue against the opening and tasted more pre cum. Then I pulled back slowly and then moved forward again taking more of this splendid toy into my warm moist mouth. Finally I began slowly rocking back and forth. Each time I rocked forward I took his cock a little bit deeper. His cock was substantial but not overwhelmingly huge. I guessed that it was six to seven inches long. Even so I was unable to take the whole thing into my mouth although I tried. At some point I realized someone was speaking. The voice was giving instructions. "Trevor put your hands behind her head and when she's ready I want you to pull her towards you. Gwen when you feel his cock reach the back of your throat you need to try and swallow. I want you to deep throat him." The next time I moved forward I tried to take the whole thing but it wouldn't go. Then, on the second effort everything worked. I swallowed, Trevor pushed and suddenly the whole thing slid down my throat. My nose was pressed against the zipper of his jeans and some of his pubic hair tickled my chin. I was astonished and amazed at the glorious feeling. Trevor and I continued to work together trying to get his whole cock into me as he face fucked me. I felt like a total slut. It was joyous. I had seen a number of videos before and remembered that most of the women seemed frantic as they tried to give and receive pleasure from the act. Instead I maintained a slow and measured rhythm alternately pulling back and then plunging forward taking all that I could. Despite my attempt to keep a measured pace I began to notice that Trevor was trying to increase the speed as he jammed his cock deep into my throat. After only a few moments I heard that disembodied voice again. "Slow down Trevor. Save something for her pussy. That's enough for now. I need you to change the camera. Gwen I want you to go lay down on the couch. Wonderful! God you're gorgeous. "Trevor I want you to take the camera over and give us a really good look at Gwen again so that everyone watching can be reminded just how lucky you are. Take a full length shot and then zoom in on her face so we can see just how flushed she is from sucking your cock. Look at how swollen and puffed up her lips are. "Okay now just pan down her body. Be sure to stop on her tits. Her puffy nipples really stand at attention when she's excited don't they? Move on down and give us a good look between her parted legs. That way all of us watching will have some idea of the pleasure awaiting you. "Trevor I want you to place the camera on the tripod. Adjust it so that we get a full length view of all the action but try to angle it so that we can see your cock as you fuck her. That's great! "There's just one more thing to do. Gwen do you want Trevor to fuck you?" "Damn you! You know I do." "Do what? I need for you to speak the words. Tell us what you want." "What I want, no what I need is to be fucked. I'm so damn hot I feel like I might explode any moment." "What about the rest of us? Do you mind if the rest of us watch as Trevor fucks you?" "I hate to admit it but I want and need to know that you're watching. It feels so good." "Okay Trevor. You heard the lady. She wants to be fucked. What do you think?" "I think she looks good enough to eat." "That's not a bad idea Trevor." "Do you think I could? Gwen what do you think?" "I don't know. No one has ever done that to me before. I don't care just do something damn it." Without any further prompting we watched as Trevor dove between her legs and went to work nibbling, sucking and licking Gwen's pussy. For her part, Gwen began to squirm and moan which drove Trevor to work harder and harder. Finally, unable to fight her soaring emotions, the damn burst and Gwen had her first orgasm. Trevor looked up at the camera and his mouth and lips were shiny from his efforts. He moved his hips between her legs and Gwen greedily grabbed his cock and aimed it at her waiting pussy. She was so primed that his cock slid into her warm sheath and immediately plunged straight to the bottom. With the well primed and ready, Trevor began to pump himself into her at a furious rate. Gwen grabbed his hips trying to force him in even farther. The two of them writhed around on the couch for several minutes and suddenly Trevor reared up pulling his cock out of Gwen and dumping a huge load of cum onto her lower belly and pussy. When they had calmed somewhat I said "Trevor. Trevor." Finally he looked over at me as he continued to support his body over Gwen. Turning his head to look at me he said "What?" "I need you to do one more thing. Get the camera and give us a good look at Gwen now that you've used her thoroughly. We want to see her flushed face. We especially want a good look at her cum covered pussy. When you've done that go ahead and shut off the camera. "Tell Gwen that I'll be in touch to set up our next session."

GIRLS LOVING GIRLS by Candy Kane Part 1 "Karen, I'm going for a hot shower," Brenda said as the movie ended. "Want to join me?" She got up from the couch and stretched her arms over her head; her breasts pushed her T-shirt out as it rode up exposing her bare navel and tiny bikini knickers. It was Saturday and our parents were away for the weekend. My seventeen-year-old sister and I (I'm sixteen) had decided to spend the evening at home watching TV. The main reason: neither one of us had a date. "Sounds inviting," I said. "You get started while I clean up." I watched her head up the stairs, her long legs were tanned and slim, her bare feet padded on the carpet. Then I picked up the empty popcorn bowls and soda glasses and went to the kitchen. The movie we rented was sexy with lots of nudity. Brenda and I had been lying on each end of our large living room couch. My hand had slipped down between my legs a few times during the really hot scenes, and I could tell from Brenda's squirming that she was enjoying herself too. By the end of the movie, I was definitely turned on and wet. I knew from Brenda's suggestion of the shower that she was as horny as I was. Taking a shower together was not unusual; we loved being naked and touching each other. When we were younger, it was innocent, sisterly stuff: inquisitive fingers exploring under a nightie or a bathing suit. But as teenagers, there were times when it went a lot further. Like the first time Brenda made out with a boy. She raced home to tell me. I wanted to know how it felt so she showed me. From then on, we would practice our kissing techniques on each other before we went out on a date. Sometimes I wondered which I liked more, making out with my sister or my boyfriends. We shared a large bedroom with two beds, but in the winter we often slept together. Many nights, we would snuggle up to get warm and our hands would wander, caress, and search. It was so erotic to fall asleep with our bodies entwined and my hand between Brenda's legs or hers on my breast. One night, I woke up to feel her finger in me. She must have been having a very wet dream; she was fingering me in her sleep. I thought it was so adorable and returned the favor, awakening her from her slumber with a warm, wet orgasm. The memory sent a tingle down between my legs as I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed up stairs to our parent's huge bathroom. It had a whirlpool and double-headed shower. I could see Brenda through the steamy glass shower doors. She had her head tilted back letting the hot water wash over her face. Her small breasts pointed straight out. As she turned around, I could see the V-shaped patch of fur over her crotch that pointed like an arrow to her slit. I had trimmed it for her only a few days before and called it my "get to the point" design. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my knickers down my legs. The crotch was still sticky from playing with myself while watching the sexy movie. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped inside as the steam rushed up and surrounded me. "We need a wash cloth," I said and turned to get one. "Wait, Karen." Brenda held my arm. "Just your hands." "You're such a bad girl," I said as she pulled me into the two streams of water. Brenda handed me a bar of soap and turned to face the marble wall. "Do my back." I lathered up my hands and rubbed them in big circles over her back starting at her shoulders and working my way down. Brenda leaned forward placing her hands on the wall; her head faced down between her arms as the hot water sprayed over her. I increased my circles to include her ribs and hips, letting my hands reach around to sweep over her breasts. Every second or third time, I would stop on her nipples and give them extra attention; they hardened at my touch. I ran my hands along her arms stopping to gently clean her underarms. My sister was very sensitive there and had told me that when I kissed or caressed her underarms, it sent sparks shooting down between her legs. I hoped it was working now. From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to her bottom. And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped. Brenda's clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at school. Brenda and I loved to play little sexy games when we were in public. Like at school, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger each other. Then we would switch knickers. During the next class, I would push the wet crotch of her knickers in me. What a turn-on it was to smell her pussy on my fingers and know her sticky girl-cum was mixing with mine. We were always seeing how much we could get away with. Once in a crowded elevator on our way up to our father's office, I was squeezed in close behind Brenda. Without anyone knowing, she reached behind and slipped her hand under my mini-skirt. By the time I realized what she was doing, her finger was around the edge of my knickers and into my pussy. I was so flushed I almost fainted. As the doors opened and we stepped out, she licked her finger. "My favorite flavor," she said with a wink. I was destroyed for the rest of the afternoon. But I always got her back. Like the time our family sat at the table eating dinner and our mother was discussing some important school event with Brenda. I sat across from my sister, and while she tried to talk, I slipped my bare foot up between her legs and rubbed her crotch with my big toe. Paybacks are hell, I thought, as I watched her squirm. As the hot water created a steam cloud wrapping itself around us, I leaned forward and kissed Brenda's back. Then I lathered up again and rubbing her beautiful bottom. Running my slippery hand up and down her crack, I could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing deepened and she spread her legs for me. "Get it really clean," Brenda said, smiling over her shoulder. "Expecting company?" I asked. "Only that nasty little tongue of yours." "My, aren't we horny tonight." I squatted down and ran my soapy hands along her legs enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs. While I stroked them, my eyes never left that gorgeous ass right in front of my face, particularly her puckered little hole. It looked like a small flower and I remembered the first time I saw it up close. We were in bed one night exploring each other's bodies using only the glow of a flashlight. Brenda lay on her stomach and stuck her bottom up. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see her hole asking me what it looked like. I told her I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world, next to her pussy of course. That night we spent hours just sniffing and licking each other's bottoms. I continued washing Brenda's legs working my way up until I was stroking her pussy from behind. She moaned at my touch. Then I took my thumbnail and softly scratched her anus causing an immediate contraction of her cheeks. I pushed the tip of my thumb against her little hole and let it slide in about the depth of my nail. Brenda responded by pushing back trying to force it in further. With my thumb inside her, I stood up and let my hips press up against her ass. Spreading my legs slightly, I brought my pussy against the back of my hand and started a slow pumping rhythm as my thumb slid in and out of her while I massaged her cunt. Next, I leaned over so my breasts lay against her back. I reached my other hand around and cupped her left breast, taking her swollen nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. I pushed my pussy against my hand forcing my thumb up inside her rectum as far as it would go. "God, that feels so good," she managed to say as she met my thrusts. "Just the right size." Her words were slurred as her breathing quickened, her body trembled, her stomach sucked in and out. I know my sister well; she was going to come fast and hard. I loved the feel of my cunt pressing against my hand, but right then I was thinking only of her; all I wanted was to make her come. God, if I only had a dick. She climaxed with a shudder, gritting her teeth and jerking her head up and back. She made a low moaning sound as she closed her eyes, the steaming water washing over us. I slowed my thrusts and tried to support Brenda to keep her from sinking to the floor, her legs shaking, her body limp. Slowly she recovered and caught her breath. As I took my thumb out of her, I gave her pussy a few loving strokes and covered her back and neck with kisses. She straightened and turned around, her eyes glazed over with sex. Brenda wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her mouth on mine, her tongue shot out in a hot, wet kiss. It was not a sisterly peck but a passionate, "fuck me" kiss. Our breasts pressed together wet and slippery, soft and wonderful. We shifted slightly so our pussies could grind against each other's thighs; our hips moved in a wanton, lustful motion. Finally, we broke the embrace and I took Brenda by the hand. "Let's dry off and go to bed," I said. "Is that a proposition?" she asked with a giggle. "Let's just say I heard you were an easy lay." She kissed me again while she slid her hand down my stomach to my pussy, her middle finger resting between my folds. Then she whispered into my ear, "We're wasting time talking when we could be fucking." Shutting off the water, we opened the glass doors and stepped out. Brenda grabbed two large towels and we dried each other off. I was so turned on I wanted to pull her down on the floor and eat her right there. But before I could, Brenda threw her towel over my head. "So you think I'm an easy lay, do you? Well, little sister, if you want to fuck me, you've got to catch me first." With that, she ran out the door and down the hall. Tossing the towel aside, I raced after her, thoroughly enjoying her girlish laughter and the sight of her bouncing ass and long legs as she disappeared around a corner. Down the stairs we ran, two naked girls chasing each other like dogs in heat. The sight would have given any boy an instant hard-on and any girl a wet crotch. We raced around, me catching her only to have Brenda slip out of my grasp and sprint to the next room. Finally, she ran back up the stairs, heading for our parent's room and their king size bed. By the time I caught up, Brenda had yanked the covers off and threw them to the side. Then she scrambled onto the bed and positioned herself with her back to the headboard. I stopped a few feet away to catch my breath. "Is there something you wanted, young lady?" she said nonchalant as if she had just noticed me for the first time. I squatted down with my arms resting on my knees. Then I slowly ran my hands along the inside of my thighs until they were at my crotch. Brenda kept her gaze locked on the spot between my legs as I spread myself open. I was so wet that when the cool air hit my hole, it gave me a rush. We liked to use our parent's big bed when they were out of town on business trips. We would fill the room with the sweet scent of our lovemaking and I often wondered if mom and dad could smell all the girl-cum that had dried on their sheets. I gave out a little growl and went down on my hands and knees, my cunt throbbing and flaired wide open, ready to be eaten. I slowly crawling toward the bed and at the edge I growled again and climbed up the side until I was poised like a cat on the far corner. "Is the lioness hungry?" Brenda asked. I growled again, deep and sexy. Brenda brought her knees up and spread her legs apart. Then she reached down with her fingertips and opened herself to me. I could see drops of moisture on her short fur, the inside of her sex glistened. "Here's your dinner, pussycat, hot and pink, just like you like it." I crawled forward until I was directly over her crotch. Her scent filled my nostrils. I was so turned on, my body shook, my eyes blurred. I bent down and kissed her pussy with the same passion I would have kissed her mouth. Then I lowered myself onto the bed, the coolness of the sheets felt wonderful on my naked body, still sweaty from our chase. As Brenda wrapped her long legs around my head, I devoured her like a hungry animal; licking, sucking and drinking in all the love juice that flowed out of her. I reached up, took her nipples between my fingertips, and squeezed them as I licked her. She moved her hips in unison to my thrusts and her soft purring quickly turned to moans as her climax built. Brenda ran her fingers through my hair, pushing on my head to force my tongue deeper. Finally she stiffened and squeezed me tight with her legs as the orgasm rocked her. I slowed and opened my eyes, looking up at her. It was the most beautiful sight I could imagine as I watched her drift in and out of the blissful haze. "Come here, sweet baby," she said, holding her arms open. I crawled up her body licking and kissing as much of her salty, damp skin as I could. When our lips were inches apart, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed, trying to eat each other with our hot mouths. My lips and cheeks were covered with her cum and she seemed to relish licking it all off. "I love making you come," I said between kisses. "Really, I hadn't noticed." We both giggled as we continued planting kisses all over our faces. "You've been doing all the work," Brenda said when we finally stopped to catch our breath. "Now its my turn." "Heads or tails?" I asked. "Tails, of course," she replied and scooted out from under me. Still on my stomach, I waited until she positioned herself behind me before I pulled my knees in and stuck my ass up. I could feel her warm breath as she sniffed me like a puppy. Then she ran her tongue up and down my crack using the tip to tease my ass hole before moving down to lick my pussy. "You smell so good," she said between licks. "Good enough to eat?" I asked with a wiggle. Her answer was a loud moan as she pressed her face into me and ate my pussy. Brenda knew how much I loved being eaten from behind and electricity shot through me when her tongue went in my pussy and her nose pushed on my anus. I reached back to spread my cheeks and she rubbed my legs and ass, her experienced tongue doing exactly what I liked. "Oh, you're such a fucking, nasty girl!" I said through clenched teeth. Suddenly the phone ran. "Shit!" Brenda said looking up. "Don't they know we're busy?" Slowly I swung around out of breath, my chest heaving. "It could be mom or dad. We've got to answer it." I took her face in my hands and pulled her mouth to mind. I could taste my pussy all over her. "Fuck!" she said as we broke the kiss. "Hold that thought." I rolled over to reach the phone on the table beside the bed. "Hello." I listened for a moment and then held my hand over the receiver. "It's Mrs. Cummings from down the street," I whispered. "She's been called into an emergency shift at the hospital and her husband's on the road. She wants to know if we could baby-sit Lisa tonight?" "Lisa?" "You know, her twelve-year-old." While I talked with Mrs. Cummings, I watched Brenda as she slowly slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy. She knew she was driving me crazy as she brought them up and licked off her juice. With a wicked smile, she stuck her fingers deep inside her again and then offered them to me. "Cut that out, Brenda," I whispered. "We have to decide. Do we want her over here or not?" "Well," Brenda said between licks, "how can we have fun when there's a twelve-year-old around to watch?" Then she paused for a moment and said, "Unless . . ." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I said slyly. "Maybe we could have some three-way fun." Brenda reached over and ran her hand down between my legs. "Is that all you think about?" I said, pushing her away. "Oh and you don't?" "Mrs. Cummings," I said with difficulty as Brenda played with me. "We'd love to help you out. Just sent Lisa on over and don't worry about a thing. She'll be in good hands." Brenda laughed out loud at that last comment and I found it hard to keep a straight face until I hung up. "You have the dirtiest mind of anyone I know," I said. Then I leaned over and put my lips to her ear. "Besides, what if I don't want to share you with some little twelve-year-old cunt." Brenda ran her fingers through my hair. "Remember, lover, what's between my legs is yours anytime you want it." She kissed me hard, then said, "Now I wonder what it would take to get in Lisa knickers?" "She is kind of cute." I casually played with Brenda's patch of pubic fleece. "I saw her in a two-piece not too long ago," Brenda said. "She's got a nice ass and her tits are just starting to come out." "Then let's get dressed and be ready to eat, I mean greet her." We both laughed as I rolled off the bed and reached out my hand. Brenda took it and we headed down the hall arm-in-arm. "What do you wear to seduce a twelve-year-old girl?" I said. "Now who's got the dirty mind?" she said and ran her hand down my bare ass. End of part 1 GIRLS LOVING GIRLS Part 2 by Candy Kane "Hi Lisa." Brenda held the door open. The petite seventh grader smiled and walked in, a small gym bag hung from her right hand. "You guys are really great to let me come over," Lisa said as she stood in the foyer and looked around. I could see her from the living room. She was dressed in short denim cutoffs and a Nike pullover. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore white tennis shoes, no socks. Her legs were long, firm, and starting to take shape; the two little mounds on her chest were developing nicely. Brenda was right, she did have a cute ass and it definitely filled out her snug shorts. My pussy tingled at the thought of licking it. "Come on in, Lisa," I called. She walked into the living room, sat her bag down, and plopped down on the couch beside me. "You hungry?" I asked. "No thanks, Karen, I ate just before I came over." Then she turned and looked at the TV. "What are you watching?" she asked with a startled expression. I had one of my dad's X-rated videotapes playing in the VCR, the ones he and mom kept hidden and didn't think we knew about. I had located a hot scene just as Lisa arrived. "Oh, this," I said nonchalantly. "We rented a couple of movies for tonight. You like adult films?" As Lisa stared at the screen, two girls and a guy had just undressed each other. "Yeah, I guess," Lisa said, transfixed on the images. One girl knelt in front of the guy and put his dick in her mouth while the other girl crawled under her friend and ate her. Brenda came over and sat on the other side of Lisa. "This movie is guaranteed to get you wet," she said. "Yeah?" was all Lisa said, sinking back into the couch and slipped her shoes off. "You don't mind if I turn the lights down, do you, Lisa?" I asked. "No," she said, never taking her eyes off the sex on the TV screen. As the movie continued, the scene got hotter: the two girls were doing each other in a sixty-nine while the guy screwed the one on top from behind. The girl on the bottom licked her friend's cunt and the guy's balls at the same time. It didn't take more than a few minutes before I saw Lisa move her hand down between her legs. I tried not to let her know I was watching but this was definitely promising. The hotter the movie made her the better our chances of getting her out of those little tight shorts. Lisa reminded me of some girls we had fun with last summer. Brenda and I were counselors at a girl's camp in the mountains. One night we wound up looking after six twelve-year-olds while the rest of the kids went on an overnight campout. It started raining so the eight of us were stuck in one of the cabins. The girls were all restless and horny, and the conversation quickly turned to sex. One of them had smuggled in a copy of Penthouse and started reading the letters out loud. One story was about two cheerleaders who took a shower together and wound up making love. This brought a lot of suggestive comments about what would happen if we all showered together. Then we looked at the pictures and decided to vote on the best ones. The winner was a pictorial showing three lesbians in a hot tub doing what girls do best. I was getting really turned on and I told the girls I had to go pee. I motioned Brenda to follow me into the bathroom, and when we were alone, I suggested we sneak off to one of the other empty cabins and make love. To entice her, I put my hand down my jeans and slipped a finger into my already wet hole. I offered it to her and she licked it clean saying it tasted tempting. Then she pulled her pants down and sat on the toilet. As I watched her pee, she spread her legs so I could see the golden stream shoot out. We liked to watch each other pee and I always got a tingle seeing her wipe herself. As she pulled her jeans back up, she said that after what she saw earlier, we might have more fun staying there. I asked her what she meant and she told me that two of the girls went outside on the porch to smoke a cigarette. After a few minutes, she went to the window to see what was taking them so long and she saw them making out and feeling each other up. I immediately saw her point; my pussy moistened at the idea of eating something that young and sweet. When we came out of the bathroom, the girls were still looking at the pictures in the magazine. This time it was a series of shots of a girl laying on her back in a bathtub letting the water shoot onto her pussy. Everyone agreed they had to try that as soon as they got home. Brenda had a couple of joints and we all sat around and smoked them. Then someone suggested we play strip poker. To make it interesting, we decided that the looser of each hand had to let another girl remove the article of clothing. Brenda lost the first hand on purpose to break the ice. She picked me and I pretended to be her boyfriend. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, seductively sliding it off her shoulders. Then I went behind her, reached around and playfully fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra. The girls called out for more and cheered me on. I pulled one side of her bra down and flashed them a nipple. This brought more cheers and applause. I lost the next hand, so I stood up and made Brenda kneel in front of me and pull my jeans down. Like a guy shoving dollar bills in a stripper's garter, Brenda stuck a few playing cards in the top of my knickers and asked me what she got for her "money". One of the cards was an ace, so I put it down the front of my knickers and rubbed it on my wet pussy. I took it out and let her sniff. Then she passed it around and the girls all agreed I smelled sexy. I told them they could sniff me for an ace and lick me with a full house. I'd go down on any girl that could come up with a straight flush. A couple of the girls frantically shuffled through the deck trying to put the right combination of cards together. We were laughing so hard we cried. Everyone really got into the game, whistling and clapping, yelling "take it off" or "go all the way". I lost another hand. Brenda removed my bra and teased my nipples until they were hard and stuck straight out. Then she hooked her fingers in the sides of my bikini knickers and slowly pulled them down until my bare slit was showing. Just the week before we had started shaving each other's pussies. She stuck her tongue out but I pushed her away saying she only paid to sniff, not to lick. That brought tons of laughs and catcalls. I pulled my knickers back up telling the girls I hadn't technically lost them yet but I'd still give them something to look at. Pressing the thin silk crotch together, I stretched it so it disappeared between the folds of my pussy; my moist lips stuck out on each side. When I sat back down, I spread my legs so everyone got a good view. It made me so wet knowing seven girls were mentally eating me. The effect of the grass was really kicking in now and everyone was acting silly and having fun. The comments were getting very sexual, bisexual to be exact. One of the girls lost the next hand. While her friend pulled the girl's shorts off, Brenda announced that all this was making her so horny she didn't care which one of us fucked her as long as it was soon. Each time it was our turn to strip a piece of clothing off one of the girls, Brenda and I would "accidentally" touch them between their legs, brush their nipples or whisper something sexy in their ears. By the time we were all down to just knickers, everyone was masturbating and the air was thick with the smell of wet pussies. Then a couple of the girls started French kissing and playing with each other. One of the girls, a pretty redhead with pink lace knickers, had been staring at my partially exposed pussy for the last few hands. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes; she was dying to fuck me, and made it a point to let me see the wet spot between her legs. Acting like there was no one else in the room, she stood up and slipped her knickers off. Then she came over and sat in my lap wrapping her legs around me. She held her knickers up and asked me if I wanted a sniff. With our eyes locked on each other, I brought them to my nose, breathed deeply, and licked her girl-cum off the crotch. She smelled and tasted heavenly. Then she said that if I wanted, I could lick the real thing. We kissed passionately and she ran her hand down between my legs. The other girls were going crazy watching us; the last of their knickers flew off. Brenda went and turned out the lights, and the next thing I knew there were naked girls everywhere. I had never heard so much slurping and sucking and moaning in my life. In the dark, it didn't matter who was with who; it was a pussy-eating frenzy. My little redhead was so turned on, the first time I touched her clitoris, she screamed and climaxed. I remember at one point having two girls sucking my nipples, one eating me, and one sitting on my face. It was so much fun showing them how to please each other. The best part was when we all formed a daisy chain circle and everyone "ate at the Y". Eventually, we paired off and found an empty bunk. I lost count of how many times I came that night because the girl I slept with was having the first orgasms of her life and she was insatiable; we fucked for hours. When she finally fell asleep, I laid there for a long time with her in my arms listening to the erotic sounds of the other girls making sweet lesbian love. The next morning, I awoke from a wonderful wet dream to find my little redhead back in my bed. She had her warm mouth on my breast and a finger in my pussy. I pulled her mouth to mine and she tasted delicious. She said good morning and asked if I was hungry. I told her I was starving and she giggled saying she had something for me to eat. Then she got up on her knees, straddled my face and lowered her adorable little pussy down on my mouth. Soon, her cries woke up all the others, and it didn't take long before the sounds of girls loving girls filled the cabin. Finally, when everyone had climaxed one last time, we got up and came together in the middle of the cabin. At some point during the night, we had all made love to one another. Now we lovingly pressed our naked bodies together kissing and hugging; lovers forever. The girls would be going home that day so we promised that next summer we would have a reunion. My little redheaded still calls me once or twice a month to talk about the night we made love. We always wind up masturbating together on the phone. Thinking about how much fun I had with all that fresh girl-candy made my pussy ache as I sat next to Lisa and watched the porn flick. I was really turned on, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa rubbing herself. "This is making me so hot," Brenda said and stood up. We wore only T-shirts and knickers and Brenda pulled her shirt over her head. She slipped her knickers down and slid them off purposefully bending over so Lisa got a full view of her ass and delicious slit peeking between her legs. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers as she sat back down, this time right next to Lisa. God, she played dirty, I thought with a smile. "What are you doing?" Lisa said. Her voice was more puzzled than alarmed as she looked at the naked girl beside her. "I don't know about you," Brenda said, "but I'm so fucking horny." She started caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers. "Does this bother you?" she asked Lisa. "If it does, I can go in the bedroom and get myself off." "Well, no, I guess not." Lisa was not attempting to hide the fact that she was rubbing herself now, and Brenda's beautiful, naked body so close to her only seemed to add to her arousal. "I think you've got the right idea, Brenda," I said and pulled my shirt off. Without standing up, I slipped my knickers under my ass and down my legs. Then I tossed them at Brenda who held the crotch up to her nose. "Smells like somebody wants to fuck," she said and playfully tossed them back at me. "Are you guys always this . . ." "Horny?" Brenda said. "Definitely." I added. "Sometimes we get so turned on," Brenda said, "we do each other." Lisa's eyes grew wide as she looked back and forth at our naked bodies. The timing was perfect as the movie changed to a girl-girl love scene. It was obvious I had picked the right tape; there were two beautiful, young girls French kissing. Lisa watched intently as they got into a sixty-nine and went down on each other. "Don't you just love having your pussy eaten like that?" I said as I looked at Lisa. "I've never . . .." she said softly. Her little body must be on fire by now, I thought. Her hands were between her legs, her fingers fighting their way under the edge of her shorts. Brenda leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear, "That'll be a lot more fun if you take your pants off." Without hesitating, Lisa wiggled out of her shorts and knickers, and pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts, the size of ripe plums, looked delicious. When her fingers went back to work, I looked down at the most beautiful little hairless pussy. Lisa's fingers moved in and out, her head back slightly, her breathing heavy. The sight made me light-headed. Brenda winked at me and I knew what she was thinking. In less than ten minutes we had managed to get Lisa to take her clothes off and masturbate in front of us. This was too easy. Phase two of our seduction of Lisa was about to begin. So far, it had been each of us doing our own thing. Now it was time for group involvement. When the movie ended, I stood up. "I feel like dancing," I said and went over to the CD player. I put on a grinding rock song and moved back in front of the two naked girls. As the song started, I did my best slut dance; a lot of bending over and squatting down so Lisa could see what was between my legs. She stared at my crotch as I ran my hands up and down my body. Then I reached out and said, "Lisa, come dance with me." She gave Brenda a hesitant look and then turned back to me, not sure what to do. Brenda ran her hand up the inside of Lisa's thigh lightly touching her pussy and whispered in her ear, "Let's see how wet you two can make me." I danced over and took Lisa by the hand. Pulling her off the couch, I brought her to the middle of the room and started dancing beside her. She caught on quickly and it was obvious she had a little slut in her too. Soon she was rubbing up against me, teasing me with her ass and sliding her hands seductively over her body and down between her legs. I could tell Brenda was thoroughly enjoying our little game. Lisa was definitely aroused; I could smell her pussy and it drove me crazy. The song ended and a slow song started. Lisa took a step toward the couch as if she was going to sit down when I grabbed her hand and pulled her back. "Want to drive Brenda crazy?" I said. "Let see how sexy we can slow dance together." I turned her around so she faced my sister and pushed my crotch against her ass, pressing my tits into her back. Moving my pelvis in a slow, sexy motion, I placed my hands on her hips and guided her in sync with me. Lisa quickly followed my lead and we moved over to dance just a few feet in front of Brenda. My sister already had her legs spread and was masturbating, her eyes glued to the spot between Lisa's legs. The music was perfect: slow and steamy. I felt Lisa reach behind and start rubbing my hips and thighs. She slid one hand down between my legs and played with my bush while she used her other to stroke herself. Then she closed her eyes and let her head drift back to rest on my shoulder. I kissed her neck and ear, whispering how fantastic her body felt against me. "Do you like it too?" I asked. "I love it," she answered, never opening her eyes. Her finger found my slit and I trembled at her touch. I lightly pulled her chin around and our lips met. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet! We kissed as I felt her finger slide easily into my wet hole. Then Lisa let out a heavy moan. I looked down to see Brenda on her knees, her head buried in the little girl's crotch. My hands went up and cupped Lisa's breasts and I closed my mouth over hers exploring the inside with my tongue. It was all I could do to keep from falling, I was so aroused. Finally, I led her to the couch and laid on my back pulling her down on me. She kissed me passionately, her tongue in my mouth. I pulled her knees up spreading her open for my sister. Brenda lay between my legs and sank her face into Lisa's ass while she fingered me. I ran my hands all over Lisa's body, trying to taste and touch as much of her as I could. I was dying to eat her but I let Brenda have the first taste. I could tell from their moans that both girls were really getting off. Lisa's hips ground into me and her breathing became heavy. Suddenly she let out a gasp and her body stiffened. I continued kissing her face and neck as the orgasm washed over her. She lay on me, breathless, covered in sweat, her eyes closed. "God, I never felt anything like that before," she said after a few moments. "Just the first of many, my sweet little lover," I whispered to her. Brenda moved up and lay beside us, kissing me then Lisa. Our mouths were close and the three of us kissed together. I could taste Lisa's juice on my sister's mouth; it was intoxicating. I had to have Lisa or I was going to explode. "Trade places, sweetheart," I said to her. She moved over and let me up. As I worked my way down the couch, Brenda got up on her knees and straddled Lisa's face. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Brenda's legs, pulling my sister down to her eager mouth. At the same time, I lay between Lisa's legs and spread her little-girl cunt open with my fingers. Then I put my hands under her ass, pushed her legs up and brought my mouth down on her. The sensation of tasting this delicious twelve-year-old was almost more than I could take. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, trying to taste her pussy and lick her ass all at once. I raised up to see Brenda, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her fingers caressing her nipples in a deep sexual trance as Lisa moved her tongue in and out of my sister. Lisa was totally ours now, her body completely overcome with the forbidden pleasures of girl sex. We climaxed together and finally lay back on the couch. Our bodies covered in sweat, our faces and cunts dripping with girl-cum. The room was filled with the smell of wet pussies. After resting for a few minutes, Brenda said, "I'm going for a hot shower. Want to join me?" "Sounds nice," Lisa said. We each took her by the hand and headed up the stairs. END

Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 11 It was still only mid-morning so I had to decide what to do for the day. As I’d spent quite a lot of time sunbathing the previous day I decided to skip the beaches and go into town to have a look in some of the shops. I also wanted to see how long I could wear the butt plug for without it getting uncomfortable. I thought about putting my other butt plug in my pussy but decided to keep that pleasure for another day. Instead I decided on a dress. If I was going to try clothes on I wanted to have to get naked, not just topless or bottomless. I decided on a thin, cotton summer dress with spaghetti straps and 4 buttons down to the hem that finished millimetres below my pussy. With my shoulder bag in my hand I headed off to get a taxi into town. There was a slight, warm breeze that was blowing my skater type skirt part of the dress out and I felt like I was naked from the waist down. The taxi dropped me off at the opposite corner of the bay and I started wandering around, having a leisurely look at the shops and Ibiza life. Judging by the number of shops that were closed I came to the conclusion that not a lot happens in the mornings so I stopped at a café and sat outside having a coffee and watching the world go by. I was also letting the world see my pussy, if the world cared to look, as I had one foot up on the bar under another chair. When I started proper shopping instead of just windows shopping, I went in to lots of the little clothes shops that I found. There wasn’t much there that I liked but I did find one little shop that reminded me of Celeste’s shop except that I didn’t see a pedestal or anyone fitting clothes. What I did find in that shop was some lace tops that were long enough for me to wear as dresses. I wanted to try them on so I looked round for somewhere to change but couldn’t see anywhere. The young sales girl wasn’t talking any notice of me so I thought, “Sod it; I’ll try them on right here in the shop.” And I did, I took my dress off right there in the middle of the shop in full view of anyone who passed by and cared to look. I don’t think that anyone saw me but there again, I wasn’t looking. The sales girl did look up and at me one time that I was naked but she just turned back to whatever she was reading. I wondered if getting naked to try things on in that shop, or maybe even all of Ibiza, was normal. I decided to leave the tops but remember where the shop was, just in case. At another shop I liked a pair of shoes that they had on display and the young woman got an eyeful of my pussy as she helped me try them on. She may even have managed to see part of my butt plug, I’m not sure. She didn’t say anything but her eyes did seem to linger on my pussy for quite a bit of time. I bought the shoes. My meandering took me away from the centre and as I wandered down one street I saw a little gym; that made me think about my fitness. Okay, I’m anything but over-weight but I know that fitness is important and that I should really take some regular exercise, so I stopped and looked through the window. As I was looking a youngish man came out and said, “Are you thinking of taking some exercise? Would you like to have a look around?” I was a little surprised but agreed and I followed him in. First he showed me the main exercise room that had about a dozen machines in there. There was one cute looking man using one machine. Next he walked straight in to the changing room to show me the lockers and showers. The place didn’t look too bad so I asked him for some details and told him that I might be back. Just as I was leaving I asked him if there would be anyone who could show me how the machines worked because I’d never been to a gym before. Assuring me that there would, I put the leaflets in my purse and continued wandering. Daddy’s Black Amex card came in handy again when I realised that I’d need some trainers if I was going back to that gym. I got the trainers in a big shoe shop where customers select and try on the shoe unaided. I was a little disappointed that there was no one to help me but I spent plenty of time bending over and reaching up to get different boxes and, judging by the odd gasp or two, some other customers got a good look at my butt plug and pussy. That was enough shopping for one day and I headed back to the port area to get a drink then a taxi back to the boat. The café that I chose was on a busy street and the table that I sat at, and the position of the chair, after I’d moved it, and the way that I sat, gave pedestrians and people in cars and unobstructed view of my legs right up to my stomach. I only sat up straight when a waiter came my way. I had a very pleasant hour sat there. When I got back to the boat I changed to an ultra, short skirt and a tube top and went looking for the nearest beach. That was only a 10 minute walk and it isn’t what I would call a ‘nice’ beach but it is a beach and I could lie out in front of the people who were walking along it. I chose to tan my back and struggled to cover it with sunblock and was disappointed that no one offered to help the naked girl. I lay on my stomach for well over an hour with my legs open and (I guess) the fake diamond sparkling in the sun. After a while I moved my right hand underneath me and the fingers slowly played with my pussy; only visible to anyone who looked directly at my pussy. When I got back to the boat I showered then phoned Pau. I was a little apprehensive because I wasn’t sure how he would react to his boss’s 18 year old daughter, whom he’d been charged with keeping safe, asking him the questions that I was about to ask; namely: - 1.Where are the lap-dancing and strip clubs in Ibiza? 2.Are there any places where I can go to get sexually humiliated? 3.Are there any places where they put on live sex shows? 4.Are there any places where girls can get fucked by machines? 5.Can you get me an I.D. card that would be accepted in all the clubs? I explained that I didn’t want to have to carry my passport around with me. I wanted to know the answers and locations of any such places, and how I could get into them. I decided to be bold and just ask these questions as if it were quite normal for an 18 year old girl to want to know the answers. After saying ‘buenas tardes’ I just asked all the questions in my normal, calm voice. There was a few seconds silence before Pau told me that there are place like I had described and that he could take me to them but did I really want to go to places like that? I replied saying that I just wanted the names and addresses of those places, not that I wanted him to take me to them. He agreed to give me the details but urged me not to go to any of them without him. I thanked him for his concern then reminded him about the I.D. card. He told me that I’d have one within 24 hours. Then I asked him not to tell my father about this conversation and wondered if it would have been the same if daddy hadn’t been paying him. I wondered if he went to these places and if he took part in humiliating and fucking young women. Pushing that thought to one side I asked him to drop a list and a map with them marked on it, at the yacht the next day. I told him that I probably wouldn’t be there and to just leave it where I would find it. He said that he would but asked me to let him take me to any place that I decided to go to. When I’d terminated the call I wondered if he wanted me to take him with me to protect me or if he wanted to fuck me. That last thought worried me because of the size of the man. If he were to lie on top of me I’d probably be crushed to death. Feeling happy, I decided to go and have a laydown for a while; I didn’t know where yet but I expected it to be a long night. When I awoke it was dark. I thought about where I was going to go to eat, and to spend the evening. I decided to go to the Lio again. Okay, not very adventurous but there was plenty of time to be adventurous and going to somewhere that I’d been to before, albeit with daddy, would give me a bit of confidence. Then the decision of what to wear. After a trawl through all the clothes that I had with me I decided on a little see-through top that’s barely long enough to cover my tits, and an ultra-short, silky, skater skirt that just about covers my butt; another skirt that I can easily forget that I’ve got it on. I decided against any vibrator or butt plug but pushed my steel balls up my hole. I looked in the mirror and could easily see my nipples and areolas I couldn’t see my slit, but I could just see the bottom of my butt cheeks. Happy with my appearance, I set off. One of the doormen the Lio asked me if my father was joining me and I told him that I was on my own. He spoke to one of the hostess’ and I was led to a small table near the stage where I ate and enjoyed the show again, forgetting what was in my vagina. Then I went to the dance floor. It wasn’t long before men tried to dance with me and talk to me. I just ignored them all; it was fun watching and listening to them and the steel balls soon reminded me where they were. As my arousal slowly grew I decided to reveal a little more and slowly turned the waist band of the skirt over. It was only a couple of centimetres but that was enough for my slit to be visible all the time and for anyone who looked to know that I didn’t have any knickers covering my butt. I was feeling good about myself when I saw a raised area where people had moved to and were dancing. I worked my way over to it and climbed on. As I danced near the edge I watched a few men, and a couple of girls, looking at my legs and up to my pussy. I started dancing with my feet further apart. At one point I saw a man walking around the dance floor taking photographs and handing cards out. When he came over to where I was he looked up at me and started taking photographs. I spread my legs a bit more and smiled at him. His response was to take photos looking up my skirt. After a few up the front I turned and let him take some of my bare butt. When I turned back to face him the camera was right in front of my pussy. I wished that I’d put one of my butt plugs in my pussy before coming out. He smiled at me and gave me a red card. I didn’t know the significance of the red card but I did note the other people were getting white cards. Whilst I was dancing a few men came up to me and tried to talk to me and dance with me. I wasn’t really interested and either fobbed them off, or just ignored them. All the movement was keeping my Ben Wa balls busy, I didn’t actually cum whilst I was dancing but I got real close. So close that at one point I had to take a break and go to the rest room where I locked myself in a cubicle and made myself cum. When I went out of the cubicle a drunken girl leaning against a sink asked me if I’d just cum. I just said that I had as I checked my hair and confirmed that my slit was still visible. The girl just replied, “Good for you girl.” When I decided to leave I didn’t bother unrolling the top of my skirt and just walked out. No one said a word so as I walked so I rolled it over one more time. Except for a couple of drunks on a bench, no one saw me and I got back to the boat not that long before dawn. I got in the shower, rubbed my clit until I orgasmed, then squeezed the steel balls out before going to bed. It was nearly mid-day when I woke up, and after a shower I raided the fridge then went and sat on the deck to eat. After that I was still a little tired so I put some sunblock on and went and lay out at the back of the boat not caring if anyone saw the naked me. I must have dozed off because I got startled by Pau, “Excuse me Miss Georgia.” Was the first thing that I heard; I opened my eyes and saw Pau towering above me. “I’ve brought the details that you wanted.” I got up and invited him onto the deck. Not even considering covering-up, I followed him up and to the table where he unrolled a couple of maps. There were about a dozen ‘X’ marks on the maps with the name of the place written next to the ‘X’. He pointed to each one in turn and described what the place was about. Just about all of them sounded good and my pussy was already anticipating the visits. Then Pau pulled a credit card sized object out of his pocket. When he gave it to me I saw that it was headed: - “Dancer’s I.D. Tarjeta.” And appeared to have been issued by the Ibiza Town Council. It also had details of my name, date of birth, nationality, an address that I didn’t recognise, and Pau’s phone number. It also had a passport style photograph of me on it. “That’s my address,” Pau said, “I thought that it was best that I was the contact if it became necessary.” “Fair enough.” I replied then turned the I.D. card over. I was a little surprised to see a full frontal, naked photograph of me. Okay, it was a small photo but I could clearly make out my nipples and slit. “Where did you get the photographs Pau, and do all these cards have naked photos of the holder?” “No Georgia. They all have photos of the holder but they are usually dressed. I only had a full photo of you whist you were like you are now.” “How did you get it?” “A drone yesterday Georgia.” “Oh yes, I seem to remember a buzzing overhead at one point. Okay, no problem.” Pau then gave me the same talk about me not going to those places, and that if I really wanted to go then to only go with him. I told him not to worry then went and got a couple of 500 Euro notes for him. Giving it to him I said, “Gracias, muchas gracias Pau, eso es justo lo que quería.” He left, reminding me to phone him before I went anywhere. I took the I.D. and put it in my little cross body bag. When I opened it I found the red card that the photographer had given me at the Lio. At first I thought that it was just a business card asking the recipient to contact the photographer to get prints of the photos that he’d taken. When I turned it over I saw that the photographer was looking for models that needed a portfolio. This got me thinking, “Could I go and get him to take lots of mainly naked photos on me?” The more that I thought about it the more I liked the idea. I put the card in my ‘toys’ drawer intending to phone the man sometime. I was wide awake by then so I thought about what to do for the rest of the day. I got out the map that the man in the marina office had given me. I scribbled some beach names and bus numbers on a piece of paper and packed a backpack with the things that I’d need for a trip to a beach. My next problem was what to wear. I chose a see-through, string bikini top and a beach wrap skirt that is just a rectangle of material that isn’t long enough to go all the way around me. It’s held together by strings that I tie in a bow. The short side of the rectangle is just about long enough to cover my butt and pussy. I guess that the manufacturer intended the gap to be over a hip, which is where I put it, but I could easily wear it with the gap at the front leaving my pussy exposed. It’s obvious to anyone who looks that I have nothing under it. The only other material that I took with me was a towel. I also took my egg, inside my vagina, and I put the control in my backpack. When I got out of the taxi at the bus station I looked at the piece of paper with bus numbers on it and discovered that the next bus leaving to go to a beach was the number 11 to Salines. What’s more there was a big queue of people waiting to get on it. I bought a ticket and joined the queue. The woman selling the tickets didn’t seem to notice that my nipples and areolas were visible through my top and neither did the people in the queue. Being near the back of the queue I had to stand in the aisle on the bus sandwiched between 2 men that were a lot taller than me. On one side of me, and on the seats, was a young couple, the man next to the aisle. On the other side were 2 men. As soon as I thought that I wouldn’t have to move, I opened the backpack, switched the remote control to slow vibrate then put the backpack down on the floor between my feet. As the bus started to move I looked for somewhere to hold on to, the grab straps hanging from the ceiling were way out of my reach so that left the backs of the seats or a pole that was going up from the back of one of the seats just in front of me. I turned sideways and shuffled my feet around the backpack so that I could look out of the side windows. This meant that my front was right beside one of the 2 men, my pussy, albeit covered, centimetres from his head. As the bus trundled along the slow vibrations of the egg combined with the movements of the bus started to make me feel good. I looked down to the man in front of me and so wanted to lift the front of the cover-up skirt when I saw him turn and look at me; but I didn’t. What I did do when the bus stopped to let someone off, was to gently slide the skirt round so that the gap was just to the side of my slit. There was virtually no chance that anyone would be able to see my slit but the remote possibility made me feel a bit daring and added to nice feeling that the egg was giving me. I also thought about loosening the bow that was holding the skirt up in the hope that I’d have a wardrobe malfunction, but I didn’t. After all, I’d be taking it off as soon as I got to the beach. The other thing that added to my arousal was the bikini top. It’s see-through and not only did I catch the sitting men staring at my tits a few times. I caught one of the standing men looking down at them. Of course, ever since I’d left the boat my nipples had been rock hard. Just before the bus got to its destination the egg and the vibrations from the bus finally got the better of me and I orgasmed surrounded by men that I didn’t know. I’m sure that I moaned a little but the noise of the engine drowned that out. I have no idea if any of them saw me shaking and the odd involuntary jerk. I was just getting control back when the bus pulled off the road near the bar and shop. I followed the other bus travellers down onto the beach and stopped to take my shoes off. I also took the bikini top off and stuffed them all into my backpack. I looked along the long beach and could see lots of people, all of the adults looked to be wearing swimsuits or parts of them. The only naked people that I could see were a couple of young kids. Still feeling ‘happy’ from my recent orgasm I thought, “Sod it.” and pulled on one of the strings of my skirt. It immediately hit the sand leaving me totally naked. Scooping it up and stuffing it in my backpack, I set off walking along the water’s edge. No one took any notice of me, that I could see, and I kept walking until the sunbathers thinned right out. I saw a naked man stood with a topless woman and could see quite a few fully naked people ahead of me. I decided to stop a bit further along where there was a big, unoccupied space. I got my towel out and spread it out then sat down and leant back on my elbows, I looked out to sea and felt good. The sun felt good, the air smelt good, I was naked, and I didn’t have a care in the world. I’d only been there a couple of minutes when some people walked passed me, the man taking a quick look at me. Looking around I realised that there was a gap in the bushes just near me with a path that, presumably, led to a car park. Not caring about that I lay back to enjoy the sun and tranquillity. About 15 minutes later, 2 things happened. Firstly I realised that I should really have some sunblock on me, and secondly, a couple of noisy young men appeared from the path. “Fucking hell mate, look at that.” I heard one say. “Cute.” Another said. I was spread out about half way between the bushes and the water’s edge and the 2 young men went and spread their towels directly between me and the sea. It was obvious that they intended to keep looking up at me hoping to see more of my pussy. My feet were about shoulder width apart and as they got themselves organised they kept looking up my legs to my pussy. I could tell that because I was up on my elbows watching them. When they lay down both were of their fronts on their elbows. I smiled at them then lay back myself. After a couple of minutes I remembered that I was going to put some sunblock on so I got to my feet and got it out of my backpack. Then I started putting it on my back. Obviously I wasn’t finding this easy and before I knew it one of the young men was stood beside me and saying, “Would you like some help with that, I know how difficult it can be to reach everywhere.” I turned to look at him, me totally naked and him just wearing a pair of swimming short; and he had a growing bulge in the front of them. “Oh yes please; thank you.” “My pleasure; it will be much easier if you lay down.” “Yes, of course it will.” I replied. I got down onto my towel and lay on my stomach, my feet about a 25 centimetres apart. He started at my shoulders and I have to say that he was gentle. As he got to just above my butt his hands moved to the backs of my arms. Then he moved to the backs of my legs. As he got close to my pussy I couldn’t help but let out a moan. When he had done both legs he stood up and said, “There you go, all done.” “No you’re not, you missed one bit; well two actually, will you do my butt for me please?” He didn’t say anything but got back onto his knees and did as requested. As his hands slid down near my pussy I let out another moan then said, “That’s nice.” Then he stood up again. I turned over and looked up at him then said, “Would you like to do my front as well?” The young man just stared at me for a couple of seconds while I looked at the large bulge in his shorts. Then he said, “Are you sure? I mean …..” “It needs doing and if you’re volunteering then go ahead and do it. And don’t miss anywhere please.” The young man put some sunblock on his hands and started with my right arm. “Are you a professional masseur by any chance?” I asked. “What? No, I’m a mechanic actually. My name’s Jake by the way, and that ugly sod over there is Lenny. We’re just holiday makers.” “Well hi there Jake, I’m Georgia and I’m unemployed and I too are here on holiday. And thank you for helping me with this; I’d hate to get some delicate places burnt. Perhaps Lenny would like to help you? He’s been staring at you all the time that you’ve been here.” Jake waved to Lenny and Lenny looked like he couldn’t get to me fast enough. Looking up at him I said, “Hi Lenny, I’m Georgia and I was wondering if you’d like to help Jake put sunblock on me.” “Hi Georgia, I’d love to.” Lenny knelt to my other side and before long both my arms were getting covered in sunblock. Jake was the first to finish and he moved to my shoulder then my chest below my tits. “Everywhere please Jake.” I said, giving him permission to put some on my tits. And he did, a bit hesitantly and first, but when I moaned as his fingers lightly touched the tip of my nipple, his confidence grew and started properly massaging the sunblock onto me. Soon Lenny was working on my other tit; it was heaven. That and the egg soon got the better of me and I orgasmed. I was a little less quiet than the previous time and more physical as my body twitched and jerked and my butt rose up off my towel. I vaguely remember seeing both Take and Lenny looking down at me. They were still staring at me as the waves receded and I got control of myself back. “Sorry about that guys, I just couldn’t help myself.” “That’s okay,” Lenny sad, “Are you okay?” “Did you just cum Georgia?” Jake asked. “Yes, sorry.” “Hell, don’t be sorry Georgia;” Jake replied, “you go for it girl.” “I didn’t think that girls could cum just by having their tits rubbed.” Lenny added. “Oh they can Lenny.” I said, “Well most girls can if the attention that their tits are getting is right.” “I guess that we must have that magic touch then.” Jake replied, “Do you want us to finish your front or will you be doing it?” “Go ahead please guys, let’s see if your magic works again.” The guys started to move down to start at my feet but I stopped them. “This may help you guys.” I said and I lifted my legs up until my feet were pointing to the sky. “Wow.” Lenny said. “You’re so flexible Georgia.” “That’s nothing.” I replied, “Watch this.” I brought my legs right back until I had to twist my shoulders so that I could get my legs behind them. Then I said, “How about that then?” “That’s awesome Georgia.” Jake said. “Can you keep them like that while we do the backs of your legs?” “Sure can.” I replied; even though I knew that Jake had already done the backs of my legs. They took their time and I watched them as they lingered around my very exposed pussy. They seemed a little reluctant to put some sunblock on my pussy so I said, “Everywhere please guys.” That must have been what they were waiting for because I watched one hand from each of them taking it in turns to rub my pussy. After a minute or so they progressed to rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I had to tell them to stop at one point because some people were walking by. Jake and Lenny’s response was to shuffle round so that their bodies blocked their view of me; and they kept their hands busy. “Okay, that works.” I said as I felt another orgasm building. It wasn’t long before it hit me and as soon as I started shaking both guys stopped to just watch me. “Keeeeep gooooiiinnng” I managed to say; and the guys did, managing to keep me up there for goodness knows how long. When I finally managed to tell them to stop I twisted my shoulders and let my legs fall back to my towel. The guys watched me slowly get back to normal then Jake said, “Do you know that your pussy convulses and looks like it’s trying to pull something in to it when you cum Georgia?” “Of course she does, she must have watched herself cum. All girls do don’t they?” Lenny said. “Yes, I know; it’s awesome isn’t it?” I lay there a little longer before saying, “Are you going to finish my front guys? I don’t want to burn.” Within seconds 4 hands were rubbing sunblock all down my front. This time they didn’t hesitate when they got to my pussy. “Finish with the sunblock before you go there again please guys.” They did, then soon had me moaning again as they attacked my pussy from a different angle. I came again quite quickly but it wasn’t as intense as the last one. Shortly after that I said, “Are you bringing your towels up here or am I moving mine down there?” Neither of them said anything, but they both got up and moved their belongings either side of me then lie next to me. Three sets of feet facing the sea. We talked for a while with them asking me lots of questions. I lied to them and told them that I was staying in a hotel in Ibiza town but the rest of what I told them was true. They told me that they were staying in a hotel in Playa de en Bossa. Then the talk got round to the subject of my orgasms. Did I cum that easily all the time? Do I normally cum that often? Have I cum whilst on the beach or even outside before? I told the truth but didn’t elaborate. What I did tell them was that I was currently having a little help, apart from their fingers. “What do mean? Have you had an orgasm shot or something?” “What orgasm shot?” I asked. “The O-Shot is an injection that’s supposed to increase the size of a woman’s G-spot, clitoris and labia and gives you multiple, prolonged orgasms.” “Well that sounds interesting but no, what I’m talking about is an egg.” “An egg?” “Yes, a vibrating plastic egg and I’ve got one inside my pussy right now.” “Fucking hell Georgia, I never would have guessed. I can’t see any egg.” “You’re not supposed to see it, just control it with a little black box.” “Let’s have a look at it; the control that is.” Jake said. I sat up and got it out of my backpack. Giving it to Jake I said, “Be careful with that or you’ll be giving me those multiple, prolonged orgasms.” “That sounds good to me; what do you think Lenny?” “Sounds good to me Jake.” “No please Jake, don’t; it’s bad enough with it set as it is, on low vibrate.” “So it’s been vibrating inside you all along?” Lenny asked. “Yes.” “So what happens if I turn it to ‘high’?” Jake asked; and did it. “Oooooh, oooooh.” I said and gave a little shudder. “This looks like fun Jake, leave it on.” Lenny said. By then, both Jake and Lenny were up on one elbow watching me. They kept watching me as the orgasm built and then hit me. I was shaking, jerking about and lifting my butt up in the air. On and on it went. Just as I started to think that the waves were going down, up I went again. Finally, Jake switched the egg off and my body relaxed. Well I say relaxed but for the next few minutes I kept getting sort of after-shocks and my body reacted by my pussy muscles clenching and my butt lifting a little bit. “Wow Georgia; that was totally awesome.” Lenny said, “Can we do it again?” “No. Well not now, I’m knackered; maybe later.” “So just how big is this egg thing?” Jake asked. “I’ll show you.” Both guys guessed what I was about to do and the both sat up and looked at my pussy. After a couple of deep breaths I squeezed and the egg started to see the sunlight. “Awesome.” Lenny said. I picked-up the egg, took the control from Jake and put both of them in my backpack. Then I turned onto my stomach and told them that I needed to rest for a while. Sometime later, no idea how much later, I started to feel refreshed, turned over and said, “Who’s coming for a swim?” We all went and before long the 3 of us were swimming about. A game of tag turned into a game of grab and grope and both guys were grabbing my tits, butt and pussy. In turn, I was grabbing at their cocks and managed to get my hands inside their shorts to their cocks. At one point I was stood between them with a hand on each of their cocks, all under the water. When it got a bit crowded we got out of the water and went back to our towels; only to find that were now surrounded by groups of other people who wanted to enjoy the sun, sand and sea. Most of the men were naked and about 75 percent of the women were as well. Of the 25 percent of women who weren’t naked, most were topless, leaving only a few that had both parts of their bikinis on or were wearing a one-piece. The 3 of us dried off then sat down. After a while Jake said that he fancied a drink and asked if Lenny or I were going with him. The 3 of us went to a beach bar and managed to find a table. I saw other topless women there but I was the only bottomless woman. No one complained and I enjoyed being the only one totally naked. We enjoyed a long drink and an ice cream, that Jake paid for, with me sitting very lazily and letting the 2 guys, and anyone else who cared to look, and some did, look at ALL of my body. I felt good and was very happy. Back at our towels Lenny asked, “Is that egg of your waterproof Georgia?” “Of course it is,” Jake replied. “Have you ever seen a dry pussy?” “Good point.” Lenny replied. I smiled. “So can we put it back inside you please Georgia?” Lenny said. “Yes, I guess so.” “I’d like to do it here but I guess that that would be a bit out of order, even for a nude beach.” “I think that you’re right mate.” Jake replied. “Let’s take it into the water.” I got it out of my backpack and held it in both hands until we were up to our waists in the sea. “So who’s doing this?” I asked. “Me please?” Lenny announced. I handed the egg to Lenny as Jake went round behind me. Putting his arms around me he grabbed my tits and pulled me back. My legs went up to the surface and Lenny moved in between them. “Pointed end first mate, and take it slow, you don’t want to hurt her.” I didn’t think that the blunt end first would hurt me but I didn’t know how rough Lenny would be so I kept my mouth shut; other than to moan as the egg started to open me up. As the egg disappeared and Lenny’s fingers pushed it deep inside me, I moaned again and said that it felt good; which it did; the egg and the fingers. After that we messed about for a while, grab and grope being the game; then we got out and went back to our towels. After I’d dried off I lay down and asked if one of them was going to put some sunblock on me again. I also told them that they should put some on each other. “No way;” they both said and Jake continued, “I can manage by myself thank you.” I smiled and thought, “Men, but maybe I can understand why.” They both applied sunblock to first my back, then my front and I was disappointed that they didn’t linger when they did my tits and pussy. I could understand them do doing that because it’s one thing them making me cum when there’s hardly anyone around but doing it when there’s lots of people all close by. Someone was bound to object and call the police. But there was nothing to stop them making me cum using the remote controlled egg. As we all settled to enjoy the sun I reached into my backpack and got the control out. Giving it to Lenny I said, “Take it easy Lenny we don’t want people to know what you’re doing.” I was on my back with my knees about shoulder width apart and I was going to enjoy what they were going to do to me. Both guys got on their sides to watch me as Lenny switched the egg to low. A smile appeared on my face and I let out a little moan. “So what are all the settings on this thing?” Lenny asked. “Play with them and see what happens.” Jake replied. I started to worry a little. The idea of cumming whilst in amongst all those people really appealed to me but writhing about in pleasure and screaming ‘yes, yes’ or whatever; was bound to cause problems. For the next 30 minutes or so, Lenny teased my body something rotten. He’d take me to the edge then switch it off for a while then start again. If he didn’t think that I was getting there fast enough he’d put it on full throttle until I did look like I was about to explode. In the end I just got to my feet and ran into the sea screaming, “I’m cuuuummmmmiiinggggggg.” I was still up there, struggling to stay on my feet in the waist deep water when both Lenny and Jake appeared beside me. “Turn it off.” I slowly managed to say. “I can’t,” Lenny replied, “The control is under your backpack.” I leant over to Jake and he put his arm around me to stop me from drowning. “Go and switch it off mate, we don’t want her to pass out here.” I think I heard Jake say. I was still violently shaking when I realised that the egg had stopped vibrating. A couple of minutes later I managed to support my own weight with my legs, but Jakes arm was still around me holding my right tit firmly. Lenny arrived back and I managed to say, “You bastard; I loved every second of that; thank you.” Jake helped me back to my towel and I lay on my back to recover. When I woke up Jake asked, “Do you know that you play with your pussy in your sleep?” “OMG; I don’t do I? Did I cum while I was asleep as well?” “No, no such luck.” Lenny added. I looked around and saw that about half of the people around us had disappeared. “What time is it?” I asked. “About 5.” Jake replied; “We were thinking that we should be going. Do you fancy coming with us to get something to eat and them maybe a bit of fun? We could spit roast you if you like Georgia.” “Cool; that sounds nice.” I replied. “How did you guys get here?” “We’ve hired scooters. It’s okay, they’re both 2 seaters.” “What about a helmet?” “They both came with 2; I guess that the hire shop woman was expecting us to pick up some girls.” “I’ve never been on a scooter before.” “No prob, just hold on tight and lean the same way as I do.” “Okay then.” All 3 of us got up and packed our things. As we waked off Jake said, “Are you going to ride there undressed like that Georgia?” “Do you think that I can?” “Probably, well at least to the outskirts of Playa de en Bossa; we’ve seen quite a few cop cars cruising around there.” “Okay, let’s do it.” We walked off the beach, along the path through the trees and to the car park. A couple of people who were also leaving on 2 wheels stared at me as Jake got his machine out and started it. I put my backpack on and climbed on behind Jake. As he pulled away Lenny followed us, I didn’t know if following us was so that he could watch my butt or if he was trying to hide me from passing cars. I say passing cars because Jake went quite slowly. After a mile or so I started to relax and enjoy the feeling of the wind hitting me. I wondered what it would be like driving the thing and having the wind hit my bare pussy. A couple of cars did honk their horns at us, probably when they saw that I was naked. It was more fun, and probably more risky, when we had to ride along a main road for a short distance but we soon pulled off and Jake stopped just as we got near a lot of buildings. I opened my backpack and got my skirt and bikini top out. As I put them on Jake said, “Is that all you came out in? Nothing that covers you tits or some knickers.” “No, the bikini top covers my tits and this skirt covers my butt and pussy.” “But the top is see-through and the skirt, the slightest movement and I’m sure that your pussy will be on display.” “And?” I asked. “And good for you girl,” Lenny replied; “the world needs a lot more girls like you Georgia.” “Right, let’s go.” I said. Daddy had never taken me to Playa de en Bossa before and I could see why; definitely not a place that daddy would like, but me, it looked lively and full of people my age. The guys parked the scooters at a hotel and Lenny said, “Food or fuck, which do you want first Georgia.” “Food I think. I’m not trying to put you off guys; it’s just that I’m hungry.” “Okay, I believe you. Where do you want to eat Georgia?” “I saw a Burger King as we rode in. I’ve never been to a Burger King before.” “You’ve never been to a Burger King Georgia. Wow, you have had a sheltered upbringing. Okay BK it is. You okay with that Lenny?” “Sure, just as long as I can look at Georgia’s pussy while I eat.” “I’m sure that I can manage that for you Lenny.” I replied. “I might even flex my muscles as I eat just to make you even hornier.” “I don’t think that that’s possible, I’m sure that he’ll have had a hard on all day like I have.” I giggled and put my hands on their crotches. “Keep them warm for me guys.” I said. When we’d got our food we found some table along one wall. Just as I got there I used my empty hand to slide my skirt round so that the gap was right in the middle at the front. I found that I could sit on the long bench between 2 tables and the guys could sit one on each table. That gave them both an unobstructed view of my pussy when I perched on the edge of the bench and leaned back. It also meant that anyone looking between the guys could see me as well. A young couple walking by did look but they didn’t say anything to me. My eyes followed them and they started talking to each other; then the guy looked back at me. I smiled to myself. “So do you do a lot of this flashing your goods to people?” Lenny asked. “I only left school a couple of weeks ago and the teachers only let us out at weekends. There was the odd time at clothes shops but that was it.” “So you’re making up for it now then.” Jake said. “I guess so; you’re not complaining are you?” “Fuck no.” They both replied. Jake added, “What normal man wouldn’t like looking at that?” I looked at his eyes and saw that they were still staring at my pussy. I decided to have a bit of fun and started to squeeze the egg out of my vagina. I waited until it was just visible then I sucked it back in. “Bloody hell Lenny; did you see that?” Jake said. “Yeah, can you do that again Georgia?” “Probably, I’ve never done it before, it was fun.” I did do it again and twice more before I decided that I was risking trying too hard and that it might end up on the floor. “Really cool trick that Georgia; and a great party piece.” Jake said. We finished eating and left. As we walked down the street I saw a few people coming the other way looking at my skirt. After about the fourth one I looked down and remembered that I’d slid it round at the BK. “Sod it.” I thought, “Let them look;” and kept walking. We walked straight through the reception at the guy’s hotel and got into the lift. As soon as the doors shut Lenny pulled on the strings of my skirt and top. By the time the doors opened I was total naked, apart from my shoes. We weren’t the only ones on the corridor and we all got a few comments from the others. There was only one derogatory comment and that was from a slightly over-weight girl. When I asked Jake what her problem was he told me that he’d got off with her a week ago and that it was like fucking a sack of potatoes. I laughed and asked him how many sacks of potatoes he’d fucked. In the guy’s room were 2 single beds separated by a bedside cabinet. I pointed to it and said, “That needs to go.” As I walked to the glass doors, opened them and stepped out onto the balcony. “Great view guys.” I said. It wasn’t Jake of Lenny that replied, “Certainly is.” An unknown voice said. I turned to see another young man wearing just a pair of boxers. “Oh hi,” I replied. “So which of the lucky bastards has just had you?” “Neither yet but they’re both about to.” “Cool, good for you. If they can’t satisfy you just knock on the next door along when they give up. I’ll take good care of you little lady.” “Sure, I’ll see how it goes. Stay there and watch if you like.” “I might just do that.” With the guy still watching me I squat down and squeezed the egg out of my vagina into my hand. “Cool.” The guy said as I turned and walked back into the room. I put the egg into my backpack then got onto the nearest bed on my hands and knees and said, “Right guys, who’s fucking which end first.” For the next 30 minutes or so I was taken at both ends and I drained Luke and Lenny. Neither of them could believe how far down my throat I could take their cocks. The guy next door was right, they didn’t really satisfy me, but I was knackered. What’s more, they were too and they both fell asleep when we took a break. I had a shower, collected my backpack, shoes, skirt and bikini top then left. It was only when I got into the lift that I thought that I should put the bikini top and skirt on. I took a taxi back to the boat and decided to have an early night.

Georgia goes to University by Vanessa Evans Part 02 – Still Settling In. The next morning I woke alone on my back on my bed, my right hand on my wet pussy. “I really must get a motion activated camera and stick it between my legs when I go to bed.” I thought as I lay there for a few minutes trying to decide if my head hurt or not. It didn’t and I got up and went to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and ready for the day. I put some coffee on and started making a mental list of what I had to do that day. It was a Friday and the list wasn’t very long. I had to go to the university to check on a couple of things, check out my delivery and maybe try out a thing or two, and that was about it. I decided that I’d go for a walk to get familiar with a few places. I smiled as I wondered if it would be breezy again. Whatever, I was definitely going to wear a lightweight skirt and with a bit of luck put a smile on a few faces. I ripped open my delivery and saw that everything was there, except the electric shock dildo, but I didn’t expect it to arrive quite so soon, and it would be from a different supplier. One of the things that I had ordered was some bigger Ben Wa balls. I was getting too used to the original pair clinking inside me and wanted the clinking to be harder and louder and cause more vibrations inside me. The only drawback being that they would take more effort to keep them in. But that was a challenge that I looked forward to. I took them out of the wrapping and pushed them up my vagina, flinching at the cold invasion. As I wandered around the apartment I realised that I was putting on a sort of reality show for anyone who cared to watch. I wondered if Charles’ cameras were accessible from outside the building’s network. I wondered how I could find a hacker and get them to hack in and connect the cameras to some voyeur’s website. Then I remembered that my new remote controlled vibrator could do just that if I could get the app onto my laptop. A task for later I decided. Bathroom, dressed, then to the university was my plan and that’s what I did. I chose another ultra short skirt, tank top and heels. To make it a bit for fun I dug out my pink dog collar and put that on as well. Oh, and I left the Ben Wa balls inside me. I didn’t want to be cumming all the time so my egg and new vibe were out of the question but the balls would keep me ‘simmering’ all the time that I walked around. When I got down to reception I saw a girl talking to Charles. He introduced Riley Woolley to me and he asked if I was going to the university. When I said that I was she asked me if I could show her where to go to register. I smiled and said that we could walk together. As soon as I was outside I was reminded that England isn’t as warm as Ibiza. Okay it wasn’t cold but my pussy could tell the difference between the warm Ibiza air tickling it and the cooler English air. The cooler English air was having a greater arousing effect. As we walked we talked, the usual stuff, and I saw that Riley is another slimish, blond girl with, probably, large ‘A’ or ‘B’ cup tits. She didn’t sound snobbish about her parents wealth but she gave me the impression that she might be a little shy and prudish, and possibly a bit thick, it was the way that she looked at my short skirt and protruding nipples that made me wonder. I was a little disappointed that the breeze had gone but I knew that the back of the skirt would be bouncing up and maybe giving people a quick flash. Anyway, I left Riley at the appropriate table talking to whatever the young woman was called, and went and checked where and when I had to be on the Monday. All the time I kept thinking about the bigger metal balls inside me and squeezing my muscles trying to get them further inside me therefore less chance of them falling out. The student’s union was there again, pouncing on all newbies and trying to convince them to go to the parties and gigs but I wasn’t interested apart from wandering around the tables advertising the different university clubs looking for a pole dancing club. I didn’t find one, but I did notice a few guy’s looking at my legs and chest. I smiled to myself each time that I saw one. When I left the university I saw the coffee shop that I’d been in the previous day and thought about the unknowing flashing that I’d done. I decided that today it was going to be very deliberate flashing. I was lucky in that the same table was free and I sat in the same place and position, perched on the front of the chair and knees apart. Like the previous time, I couldn’t see my slit but I was sure that anyone passing outside would be able to. I got my phone out and started downloading and setting up a few apps that I knew that I would need in England that were useless in Ibiza, totally oblivious to anyone outside who may, or may not, have been looking up my legs. I think that I saw in my peripheral vision, 1 young man looking but I didn’t properly look up. I was too busy on my phone. I looked at the WhatsApp group and saw that Roxy had posted a message to say that she’d met some of the residents and that she’d had a great night out with 3 of them. I smiled, agreeing with her that it was a great night. Coffee finished, I used my phone to work out how far it was to what is probably the largest shopping centre in Bristol and decided that it was too far for me to walk in the shoes that I was wearing so I used Uber to book a taxi. Whilst waiting for it I did look out of the window, willing the young men who were passing to look over to me. Unfortunately, my taxi arrived quickly and I got up and went out to it. The back seat of the car was cold on my bare butt and if I hadn’t of been sat behind the driver he would have been able to see me idly rubbing my pussy for all of the short journey. The shopping centre was big, but not that big, the glass in parts of the roof letting the sun in giving it a bigger effect. Of course I’d been up escalators before and never even thought about people looking up the back of my skirt because in those days I always wore skirts to the knee, and in Ibiza I never went into a store that had an escalator. I think that it was on my second trip up an escalator that I heard a couple of young men discussing whether or not the girl in front of them was wearing any knickers that I realised that it was me that they were talking about. I’m so used to wearing micro skirts and no knickers that I usually just don’t think about it. When I realised that they were looking up my skirt I immediately spread my feet a bit more and started clenching my pussy muscles. That moved the steel balls inside me about a lot more, raising my arousal level more. “Fucking hell,” I heard a male voice say, “can you see what she’s doing Andy.” I smiled to myself and kept doing it until I stepped off the escalator at the top. As I walked away I made my butt sway from side to side which in turn made my skirt dance around a bit, giving flashes of my bare butt cheeks. I had to stop for a minute to remember what it was that I was looking to buy. As I wandered around, looking in more shops than necessary, I went up and down escalators a lot more times than was necessary to find the shops that needed to stock up on the very few items of make-up that I use. I had rarely worn any make-up in Ibiza but had decided to enhance the look of my eyes and lips now that I was back in England. I came across another big chain coffee shop and decided to have a coffee and a bite to eat. This shop had a few tables outside at the side of the walkway, like many in Ibiza do, and I timed it right and got a table outside. Sitting lazily again, like I did outside the cafes in Ibiza, giving a few people walking by a pleasant surprise, all accidental of course. Shopping, and a bit of flashing, done, I walked to the main entrance, using my phone to call a taxi. Back at my apartment I decided to try out my new remote controlled vibrator again. I squeezing my steel balls out and replaced them with my new vibe and after driving myself crazy, and a couple of orgasms, I decided to sign-up for one of the cam-girl websites. It was relatively easy and I was soon waiting for someone, somewhere, to spend a few tokens to watch me and control the vibrator inside me. I was half expecting to have to wait until the evening but it wasn’t long before someone with the username of ‘aussieguy’ was controlling the vibrator and sending me crazy. A small part of me wanted to stop it and return to normal, but I just couldn’t, I WANTED more. And for the next 20 minutes or so my insides were bouncing around and giving me 3 orgasms. When ‘aussieguy’ logged off so did I, and I pulled the vibrator out of me. I needed a rest. But after a drink of water and a short rest I was still feeling horny. Then I got the idea of going down and using the workout room. I had visions of me in the workout room in Ibiza with all those people watching me stretch my legs wide apart and cumming in front of them. I knew that I would probably be the only person in the workout room below me but I could still imagine that there were other people there watching me. And I couldn’t think of any reason why I couldn’t exercise naked, 3 out of the 7 other residents had already see me naked and I was 100 percent sure that sometime in the near future the other 4 would have the same pleasure. And I couldn’t think of any reason why I couldn’t exercise with my egg inside me. I slid it home then set it to random rapid bursts, and just to make it more exciting, I added random electric shocks. Satisfied that I was ready, I picked up a towel and my phone and headed for the stairs. There was no one in the little workout room so I put my phone, and towel in one corner and went to the nearest of the 5 machines. As I started pushing up with my arms I decided that I would have to make visits to the workout room a regular feature of my life. I wanted to keep fit and keep my body the way it was, no fat anywhere. As I looked down at my naked body I realised that my golden tan was going to disappear, I wasn’t happy, I liked having a tan. Anyway, as I kept pushing up I decided that I’d try, no, would come down there every other day. An increasing number of reps with a slowly increasing resistance on each machine in turn; followed by a lot of stretching exercises on the mats. I’d try to repeat the exercises that I’d done in the workout room in Ibiza. I was disappointed that there wasn’t one of those machines that forces your legs wide apart then you have to squeeze them together, but there again, there was no one to stare at my pussy whilst I was doing that. The egg kept interrupting my rhythm, but I wasn’t complaining. The fifth, and last machine was an exercise cycle and I could visualise the first time that I went on the one in the workout room in Ibiza. I could still see Pedro adjusting the height of the saddle and his face as I slid to my first orgasm on that bike. Just as I bent to see how to adjust the saddle height the egg burst into life and I nearly banged my head on the saddle. As my body got used to the vibration and the pleasure that they were giving me, I managed to loosen the saddle and raise it, then tighten the lever. Taking a deep breath and stupidly wanting the egg to give me a break, I climbed on and instantly felt the weight of my body pressing my clit onto the saddle. My clit was going to get a good workout as well. I sighed then just sat there waiting for the egg to either make me cum or give me a break. It was the former, and when I was able I started pedalling, me having to slide from side to side to keep my feet in the pedals. My whole pussy was still sensitive from the recent orgasm and it didn’t take long for me to cum again. “Thank you O-Shot.” I thought, and “thank you daddy” for paying for it, although he probably wouldn’t have realised it. After my third orgasm I decided that that was enough of that for 1 day, If I was going to increase the reps each time I was there I’d increase the number or orgasm each time as well. I giggled at the thought of me nearly 3 years in the future and pedalling to achieve over 100 orgasms. “That would be nice.” I thought, then realised that my poor little body would probably give up long before I reached that quantity. I climbed off the bike and decided that the next time that I went there I’d try to remember to bring a bottle of water. I lay on the mats for a while getting my breath back and trying to remember the sequence that I’d done the stretching exercises, but gave up after the third one and hoped that it would come back to me when I got started. I smiled as I visualised the men in the workout room in Ibiza watching me as I spread my legs and stretched my muscles in so many different ways. Anyway, I started and was pleased that things were coming back to me as I went. Although I did collapse into a heap on the floor when I was doing a handstand and my egg decided to give me a quick electric shock, but it was just a quick one and I was soon able to get on and finish all the exercises. Pleased with myself, but unhappy that no one had watched me, I went out of the workout room and saw the pool. “Shall I?” I asked myself before putting my towel and phone down and diving in. It was refreshing after building up a sweat in the workout room but I surfaced and swam to the other end. Then I remembered what Roxy had said about the water inlet pipe so I started slowly working my way round the side of the pool. “Woah there.” I said as my hand got pummelled and pushed towards the centre of the pool. I moved my hand back and felt the water pressure as it was forced into the pool. Satisfied that it wouldn’t cause me any injury, I moved my body a little further and felt the water pummelling my little tits. “That will give the muscles in there a decent workout.” I thought. Then tried to think of how I could get that jet of water to pound my pussy. The answer quickly came to me but would it work, would the pressure force my body away from it? There was only one way to find out and I held onto the side railing next to the jet, swung first one then the other foot up onto the pool side. Then I adjusted the distance that my heels were from the edge so that my pussy was at the same level as the jet, then started shuffling sideways. The jet of water hit the back of my leg and nearly forced me to loose grip of the side rail but I hung on and shuffled again. “Wow! Fucking hell! That beats a shower head every time.” I thought as my pussy started to react to the pummelling of the water on it. I didn’t last long before I orgasmed again, and again, before loosing my grip on the hand rail and the water forced my body towards the centre of the pool, dragging my heels until my legs dropped into the water. I tread water until my body was back to normal, only for the egg to remind me where it was. “Your coming out before I do that again.” I thought as I slowly kicked backwards until I got to the other side of the pool. “Yes, every other day.” I said to myself as I climbed out of the pool and walked to the sauna hoping to relax in there for a few minutes. Unfortunately, it wasn’t switched on, so I wrapped the towel around me and headed to reception to ask Charles if it could be switched on, guessing that it would take a few hours for it to get up to temperature. Charles was sat at his desk when I walked in and after greetings I asked him when the sauna would get switched on. “Whenever you like Georgia, I was just waiting for the first person to ask.” “Good, I’m planning on having a workout every other day and it would be nice to finish with a relaxing sauna.” “As you wish Georgia, was the pool temperature to your liking?” “Satisfactory.” “And the machines in the workout room, or would you like me to get a different machine? I could move some of the mats but that might limit your stretching exercises.” I thought about asking him to get one of those leg opening machines but decided against it. If I was going to be there without an audience what was the point. “No Charles, I’m happy with things as they are.” I left it at that and headed to the lift. As the doors opened and I walked in, two things struck me. Firstly, why the hell had I wrapped the towel around me, it wasn’t as if Charles hadn’t seen me naked before; and secondly, how did he know that I’d been using the workout room and the pool? There must be some concealed security cameras in those rooms. As I stood there I decided that I definitely would ask around for a computer nerd who could hack into the buildings network and find all the cameras. I smiled at the thought of watching the guys wanking, thinking that they were all alone. Maybe they’d got a nerd as well and they were watching the nude me watching them. That would be funny, 8 young people all watching each other, supposedly without the others knowing that they were being watched. Anyway, the towel was off and over my arm before the lift stopped and I walked to my door totally naked. I left the door unlocked just in case Ben decided that he wanted to fuck me. It’s nice having a friend with benefits, maybe I could have the same arrangement with all 4 guys in the building, assuming that the other 2 aren’t fat or ugly. I could tell them that if they want to fuck me to just come to my apartment. If the door is unlocked it’s your lucky day. If the door is locked then someone else had beaten you to it, or should I say beaten you to my pussy. If I wanted to be on my own then I could just lock the door myself. That sort of arrangement could work for me and I decided to tell Ben and Matt. I’d consider adding the other 2 guys after I’d met them, hopefully at the party the next day. I’d got a few things that I wanted to do, including getting something to eat so I switched all the light on to announce the resumption of the reality show for anyone who cared to watch from the office block and the student accommodation block and got on with my tasks. One of my tasks was to search for a motion detecting, wireless webcam and app so that I could stick the camera between my legs when I go to sleep. I wanted to know if I played with my pussy when I’m asleep. I found what I wanted, the camera boasting high resolution. I didn’t need one that had night vision because I leave the lights on just in case someone looks over and sees me, and more if I do jilloff whilst I’m asleep. F.YI. I keep the thermostat set high enough so that I can sleep on top of my bed without any covers. The next morning, Saturday, I woke up to glorious sunshine streaming in through the window. For a split second I thought that I was still in Ibiza, then reality struck. “Get real Georgia.” I said to myself then thought that life in the apartment wasn’t that bad. Not as good as in Ibiza, but not that bad. I got off my bed and stood in front of the window yawning and stretching. As I looked over to the office block I only saw a handful of people spread over the different floors. The students block had a few more people visible. The same naked girl, probably, was walking around her tiny room doing things and looking up I was a little surprised to see a naked girl pressed, face first, against her window and a man’s head beside hers. She was going up and down to what I guessed was the man fucking her from behind. “That’s a great way to start the day.” I thought. Then looked sideways and saw a naked man walking around his tiny room. “Hmm, that’s better.” I thought as I watched him, hoping that he’d get a boner.” Then finally, I saw a bright flash of light. I looked towards the source and saw a telescope. “At last, someone looking at me.” I thought then I started massaging my right tit with my left hand and my right had moved to my pussy. I kept going until I had my first orgasm of the day and hoped that head behind the telescope got a good look. Then it was time to get on with the few tasks that I had to do, but first it was bathroom time. Feeling very refreshed I walked back to the window wondering if the man (presumably) was still there. The telescope was still these but I couldn’t see anyone. A quick scan of the building revealed no voyeurs so I started to think about what I had to do that day. It was Saturday so the party was that evening so the evening was taken care of but I had nothing that I had to get done before then. The sky was blue and the sun was bright and I wondered if it was warm enough to do some sunbathing, I was missing laying out on the deck of the boat or better still, a lovely beach. No chance of that until next summer and I hadn’t a clue where the nearest beach was. Then I had an idea, the roof of the apartment building was flat, would it be possible to get up there and lay out in the sun? Would the air temperature be conducive to sunbathing? I opened one of the smaller windows and was pleased when cold air didn’t come rushing in. That made up my mind to check it out further so I grabbed my phone and headed to the stairs wondering if I’d meet any more of the residents and if they’d be shocked to see a naked girl. I didn’t see anyone and I found the door to go up to the roof. It had one of those locks on it that can only be opened from the inside. Deciding that I needed something to stop the door from locking itself when I was on the roof. There was nothing in the corridor so I held the door open and looked outside. Again, cold air didn’t rush in so I wanted to sunbathe out there. Thinking for few seconds I turned and headed back to my apartment where I collected the things that I would need, plus an extra towel to leave between the door and the door jamb. Back on the roof I took some deep breaths and looked around. I saw the office block and the students block. They were the only real buildings that were taller than the apartment block so I picked spot facing the students block, spread my towel and lay down. It took longer than in Ibiza but I eventually felt that warm feeling as the sun heated my body. After a few minutes I picked up my phone and started browsing, checking the WhatsApp group and other social media. I’m not a big fan of social media but it does have its uses. Then I went to the cam-girl’s site to get a quick look at the other girls to see what they were wearing and doing, I’d hate to miss out on something. There were quite a few girls active at that moment and I watched them for a few seconds each to see if I could learn anything. I didn’t, but it did make me get a little horny and my phone was soon beside me and my hands became busy with personal things. As my orgasm started to fade I looked over to the students block and wondered if any of them were watching me. I also regretted not bringing one, or both of my remote controlled vibrators up to the roof with me. I relaxed and before I realised it, I was waking up. I got up onto my elbows and looked around. In the students accommodation I could see a guy with his head and shoulders out of his window and a camera in his hands. I smiled then waved at him and he waved back so I got to my feet and did a few stupid poses for him to photograph, then I rubbed my pussy for him. I didn’t make myself cum but it did get me aroused. It was about then that I realised that on the front of the camera was a telephoto lens and I wondered just how powerful it was, just how much detail he was capturing. I posed some more then decided that he’d got enough of a show and picked up my belongings and headed back to my apartment. I stood in the big window and looked over to where the guy had been and was surprised to see him lean out of his window again and point his camera towards me. I did a few more stupid poses then turned and went to the bathroom a happy girl. I was hoping that he’d tell all his mates and that more guys would look over to my room and see me. By then I was feeling quite aroused so I opened my laptop and browsed to a porn site that I liked. Casting the laptop screen to the big TV I masturbated to a quite nice orgasm, then another one. Satisfied for now, I decided to go for a walk so I put on a very short skirt and a top and went out, saying hello to Charles, him telling me that everything was organised for the party. Unfortunately it wasn’t windy but my skirt did bounce about and must have been revealing the bottom of my butt cheeks. After about 30 minutes of going round in increasingly bigger circles, I came to a sort of mini park, a grassy area with a handful of trees. There is a path going through the middle and people were using it so I decided to sit on one of the benches that was there and play on my phone. I sat in a very unladylike way, my pussy enjoying the fresh air and started using my phone. It didn’t take long for someone walking by to realises that they could see my pussy as I just ignored them. After the third person slowed and turned their heads I decided on another tactic. There was 3 or 4 people sat or laying on the grass so I decided to lay on my stomach with my feet near the path. As I got down I opened my legs so that my feet were about shoulder width apart, then checked that my skirt was covering my butt. That would be a debatable point if I got arrested but I didn’t care, my arousal was increasing again and I just wanted people to see my pussy. Getting up on my elbows I used the camera on my phone to look behind me and was pleased to see a few people actually stopping and looking up my legs. I guessed that my head looking away from them gave them the confidence to stop and stare. I was especially happy when a couple of university looking guys stopped and stared at me. I even managed to take a couple of photographs of them as they stared at my pussy and talked about how cute and wet it looked and how I don’t have any ‘flaps’ as they called my inner labia. By then I was pushing my pubic bone down to the ground as much as I could, but then I had an idea. Giving up on my phone I dropped my elbows and my right hand slid under me and to my pussy. I could hear the guys saying crude and rude things about me as my fingers quickly brought me to an orgasm, a good orgasm, then I pulled my hand out and just relaxed and listened to the guys. It was then that I heard the clicking of a camera and guessed that one, or both of them had finally got their phones out. I smiled and closed my eyes to relax. A couple of minutes later I realised that everything had gone quiet so I turned my head and opened my eyes. The guys were gone. I lay there for a few minutes then got up and started walking again. I came across a coffee shop with tables outside again and decided to get one and a bite to eat, I hadn’t had a proper meal yet that day. Taking the coffee and pastry outside I sat in the tried and tested way for a girl to flash people walking by but I was disappointed when no one appeared to look my way. Eventually I decided to head back to the apartment and get ready for the party, but before that I wanted some time with my new vibrator and webcam, I wanted people from all over the world to see the vibrator taking control of my body and making me cum for them. I got my wish for a couple of hours or so and I was left feeling quite exhausted and a bit sweaty. Looking outside I could see that sun was well on its way down for the day so it was bathroom time then the decision of what to wear for the party. I wanted to look smart, slutty, sophisticated but not formal. I didn’t want my very high libido to be too obvious but at the same time I wanted my tiny tits and slit to be visible. All a sort of contradiction of each other and I guess that it comes down to how I carry myself and act. I once read that a woman can be formal, sophisticated and commanding, all whilst being totally naked. Obviously a girl can’t be naked all the time, well not in England, but I aimed to be the rest of those qualities whilst wearing as little as I could get away with. I spent ages going through all the dresses and skirts and tops that Celeste had made for me, finally settling for a backless dress that was loose fitting around my chest so that it would hang low if I bent over revealing my tits to anyone who cared to look. The skirt part is firm fitting ultra short. My butt and slit are covered only when I stand and pull the material down as far as it will go. The material is so light and soft that I have to keep checking that it’s still there. I decided to wear my hair tied back for the evening, and also to talk to Charles to find a good hairdresser. Apart from wearing my hair in pigtails to make me look even younger whilst in Ibiza, my hair had not been a priority but that was going to change, I was going to experiment to find the modern style that I liked the best. My mind toyed with the idea of wearing one of my vibrators or my Ben Wa balls but in the end I decided against it. Okay, I knew that Ben and Matt, and probably Roxy, would be more amused than upset if they found out, or could see, what I was wearing, but I didn’t know about the others, I didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with them, after all, I had to live with them for 3 years. The other thing was that if things did get ‘interesting’, I didn’t want there to be anything in my vagina that could get in the way of whatever might try to get in there. When I was finally ready, I looked at my phone and was surprised to see that I had timed things well, it was just after 9 pm. One last look in the mirror, one last bend forward to check that I could see my tits, one last pull on the hem of the dress to make sure that my slit was covered, and I set off. Charles greeted me at the door to the shared lounge holding a tray of glasses of champagne and I saw that only Matt and Roxy had arrived so far and were stood talking. “Very nice, does it come of easily?” Matt said as I walked over to them. “Like the dress.” Roxy said. “You look great too Roxy.” I replied, noting that her dress was as short as mine and her nipples trying to bore their way through the thin material of her dress. Seconds later Ben walked in followed by Riley then the other 2 guys who Charles introduced as Oliver and Harry, Oliver carrying a camera attached to a tripod which he put to one corner of the room. Riley was wearing a nice top and skirt too, but the skirt was way too long for me. We were all standing around asking and answering the usual get to know each other questions when Matt said that he thought that there was a girl missing, adding that there should be 4 girls and 4 boys. Just as Matt was about to ask Charles if his assumption was correct, in walked the last girl. Charles introduced Daniella then made his excuses and left. Daniella too was wearing a low cut, knee length dress, nice, but not for me. The questions resumed and eventually got around to what we were going to do after we got our degrees. Daniella, Ben and Riley hadn’t a clue what they wanted to do other than spent their father’s money. Matt was a bit more organised saying that he was going to run a division of his father’s business eventually, but before that he was going to be an international playboy. Everyone laughed but I thought that he’d make a good one of those. Roxy amused us all by saying that she was going to start her own escort agency for rich business men. The interesting ones to me were Oliver and Harry. Oliver wants to become a photographer for royalty and the elite, and Harry wants to become a personal trainer to the rich and famous. “You just want to see all those beautiful women wear skimpy workout gear don’t you Oliver?” Ben said. “Yes, but I want to specialise in yoga, naked yoga.” “So you want to see all the beautiful celebrities naked do you?” Riley asked. “Of course, what’s wrong with that?” Harry replied. “Nothing,” I replied, “absolutely nothing.” “Are you a celebrity Georgia?” “No why? Do you want to see me naked Oliver?” “There’d be something wrong with me if I didn’t.” “I bet that you want to see all us girls naked don’t you?” Roxy said. “No chance.” Daniella said. “Why not?” Oliver said, “You’ve all got great bodies, you should be proud of them.” “What about you Riley, would you pose naked for me or join Harry’s naked yoga class?” Oliver asked. “Well I suppose that I could, if that’s what you want, I’m not a virgin any more.” “No boyfriend?” “No, I went to an all girl’s school.” “So did I,” I said, “but I’ve been making up for that ever since I left and universities are the place that young adults are supposed to let themselves go and have lots of fun so you’ll do it won’t you?” “Maybe.” Ben, Matt and Roxy all smiled. hat just left Daniella, she’d already said that there was no chance that she would strip for the guys but all 4 guys and Roxy and I weren’t taking that as a true statement. “So Daniella, what’s your big objection to posing naked or doing yoga naked? I’m sure that Oliver and Matt would love to see your beautiful body without those clothes.” I asked. “I’m sure that they would but it’s not going to happen.” “Would you go skinny dipping or into the sauna naked if it was just you girls there?” Matt asked. “I guess so.” “And would you strip naked if a person with medical qualifications asked you to?” “I guess so.” “Well Harry has to obtain some basic medical qualifications to get his personal trainers degree. Isn’t that right Harry?” I asked, not knowing if that was true of not. “I certainly do.” Harry replied. “So you can’t possibly object to Harry seeing you naked.” “Well, I, I, I guess not.” “Good, well done Daniella, have some more champagne.” I’d got a major concession from Daniella and was starting to believe that Daniella wasn’t the brightest person in the room, but I didn’t want to push her too far, well not all at once. I think that some of the guys were on the same page as me because Ben suggested that we get to know each other better by playing a game of Truth or Dare, but only if everyone agreed to carry out any dares that they were given, adding that dares must be realistic, i.e. that they’d be prepared to do the same, and were not illegal. Everyone agreed so he added that we should all sit in the floor in a circle and use one of the empty champagne bottles to spin to see who was going next. Now just about everyone knows that when a girl wearing a skirt or dress sits on the floor she has to be very careful if she doesn’t want to expose what she is or isn’t wearing under the skirt and the dresses that Roxy and I were wearing meant that there was no way that we could sit in any position without showing that we weren’t wearing any knickers. But we did sit on the floor with our knees bent and cross-legged and both of us were showing skin right up to our belly buttons. “Wow!” Oliver said, “I’m glad that we decided to sit on the floor.” “You two can definitely be in my yoga class.” Harry said. Daniella looked over to Roxy and I and said, “I think that we should sit on chairs, poor Georgia and Roxy are having to expose themselves.” “Relax Daniella.” I replied, “We’re not ashamed of our bodies, Ben and Matt have already seen us totally naked and I’m sure that Oliver and Harry aren’t complaining. And all the guys can see up both yours and Riley’s skirts. Pink and white aren’t they guys? It’s no big deal, only prudish snobs think that it is and I’m sure that neither you nor Riley come into that categories.” “Well no, thank you, I guess that it’ll be okay, after all, we are here to let ourselves go, do things that we would never dream of doing at home.” “Like skinny dipping.” Oliver added. “I guess so.” Daniella replied. “Getting there.” I thought. Anyway, the game got started with lots of boring Truths and boring Dares until Harry Dared me to take off 1 piece of clothing. Judging by what he was looking at when he said it, and including me bending forward in front of him a few times, he knew that the dress was all that I was wearing. I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it up and off me. Daniella gasped and started to say something but managed to hold it back as I smiled and threw the dress onto a nearby chair and bent forward to spin the bottle. It stopped pointing to Harry and I giggled and dared him to take his boxers off. Now a girl can usually take her bra off under her top but I doubted very much that a man could take his boxers off without first taking his trousers off, and I was right. Harry stood up dropped first his jeans, then his boxers, then put his jeans back on. Daniella had gasped again as soon as Harry’s boxers lowered revealing his cock to everyone but I watched her as she stared at it all the time until Harry’s jeans covered it again. “Enjoy the show girls?” Harry asked as he sat down again. “Nice.” Both Roxy and I said. After that there was a whole batch of people wanting to tell the truth, during which everyone got asked when they last masturbated and even Daniella and Riley admitted that they’d done it earlier that day. Daniella’s jaw dropped when Matt said that it was just before the party started and it was when he looked at the photograph that he’d taken up my skirt from outside the coffee house the other day. I smiled hoping that he’d be taking plenty more of me, more revealing ones. The bottle stopped spinning pointing to me and after I’d chosen Truth, Oliver said. “Georgia, tell us a kinky truth about yourself.” “Well, you already know that I like being naked, but I like being naked in public with people telling me what to wear, what not to wear and what to do.” “Wow,” Oliver said, “you like being controlled Georgia. Does that mean that you would be happy if any, or all of us were to tell you what to wear every time that you leave this building?” “I guess so, but only sometimes, I’ve got to be in the right mood.” “Does that include your hair, below your neck that is?” “I guess so, but you wouldn’t have a lot of choice there, I’ve had it all permanently removed.” “I was 12 and at the start of puberty when my mother died and it was so traumatic that my body decided that my puberty was finished. Daddy took me to the doctor and a specialist but there was nothing that they could do to restart it. Hence I’m the size that I am.” “So your father didn’t give you that drug Puericil-G that is supposed to delay or stop puberty then?” Matt asked “No, well not that I know of. No, he wouldn’t do anything like that to me.” “He likes you looking the way that you are doesn’t he?” “He says that he does.” “So how do you know that he he didn’t give you that drug.” “I guess that I don’t but I’m 99.9 percent sure that he wouldn’t have. Anyway, I like the way that I look and it does have it’s advantages, I can get away with things that only kids can.” “Like what?” “Walking around outside without any clothes on.” “So where have you done that?” “Ibiza town and lots of beaches.” “Wow, are you going to walk around Bristol naked?” “I doubt it, unless they have any festivals that girls get naked at.” “What about the naked bike ride?” “I’d do that, but do they have one here?” “Yes they do, I think that it’s in June. If you enter let us know and we’ll come and watch you.” “Oh I’ll be entering it, but if you want to see me naked all you have to do is ask, or visit me in my apartment.” “Does all this mean that you’d like to wear that pink collar of yours and a leash, and be led around Bristol and told to do sorts of humiliating things.” Riley asked. “That could make a really interesting night out.” Matt added. Daniella confessed to still being a virgin and Matt got a few laughs when he asked her if she wanted to resolve that problem right there and then. When she didn’t answer, he asked her if she still intended to be a virgin after she had left university. Again she didn’t answer. Then people started choosing dares again and, as expected, clothing started to come off. Roxy quickly revealed that she too was only wearing a dress and Riley lost her top revealing a full, heavy-duty, white bra. A bit pointless in my opinion as her tits didn’t look like they needed any support. Before long, all the guys were down to their boxers and Daniella and Riley were down to their bras and thongs. Yes, I was a little surprised at both of them wearing thongs. Because Roxy and I were the first to become totally naked, our dares got to be a little bit more interesting. Roxy had to kiss a guy for a minute and she chose Matt. Nothing special in that after our night at the gentlemen’s club. She also chose to give Oliver the lap-dance that she was dared to do by Daniella. The aftermath of that lap-dance was a wet patch on the front of Oliver’s bulging boxers which got stared at by both Daniella and Riley. I got dared to twerk my butt in front of each of the guys, and as they were all sat on the floor I enjoyed giving them a great view of my butt and wet pussy. Matt was the first guy to lose his boxers, much to the delight of Daniella and Riley, although Riley stopped staring for a while when she was dared to take off another piece of clothing. I’m sure that the champagne had loosened her up a bit (a lot) because her bra came off and her attempts to cover her tits were useless. Ben’s boxers were next to go and his proud boner got all the girls staring. Then it was Daniella that was dared to lose an item of clothing and to the surprise of everyone else there she stood up and pulled down her thong revealing a totally bald pussy. Again, I was guessing that the champagne had played a part in her act of boldness. And so it went on until everyone was naked, although I was sure that the guys were somehow fixing it to make sure that whenever the bottle was facing a girl it was Daniella and Riley. One major exception to that was when I was dared to give Roxy a 69, and that went on for a few minutes with both Roxy and I having an orgasm. Ben later told me that both Daniella’s and Riley’s right hand had been busy on their pussies whilst they watched. Once we were all naked Daniella asked that the game end and I suspected that she feared being dared to fuck one of the guys. The guys agreed on the condition that everyone go into the sauna which Charles had previously switched on. “That would be good,” Riley said, “we can sweat out some of this alcohol.” I wasn’t sure that it worked like that but I wasn’t complaining because there was 8 of us and the sauna was probably only big enough for 4 people. We ended up with the 4 guys sat on the benches, each with a girl sat on their laps. I was sat on Harry’s lap, my back to his chest, and his boner was lengthways along my wet slit. There was nothing that I could do to stop myself from sliding my butt backwards and forwards until the end of his cock found the entrance to my hole and the next time I slid back it went in. “Ooooh.” I said as Harry’s hands found my tits, “was that supposed to happen?” “Yes it was.” Harry whispered. Everyone’s head turned to look at Daniella as she let out a loud shriek of pain. “Oh fuck.” She said and I saw a smile on Matt’s face. I guessed that she wasn’t a virgin any more. Looking around I saw that all 4 girls were sliding their butts backwards and forwards and I guessed that all 4 pussies were full of cock. “I like being at university.” Riley said, “we can do things that we’d never dream of doing if we were back at home.” “Yes,” I said, “and remember, ‘what happens at university stays at university’ so we can deny that it every happened.” “Will that help you Daniella?” Roxy asked, “you deny that you ever did what you are doing right now.” Daniella’s response was, “Oh, oh, oh, ooooooooooooh.” And her body shuddered. Within the next 5 minutes, 4 pussies had been filled with warm, creamy sperm and 3 more girls had had orgasms; and 4 girls were leaning back on the chests of the 4 guys who were massaging 8 tits and playing with 8 nipples. “So Daniella,” Roxy said, “you’ve lost your cherry.” “Yes, not how I planned it but it was nice.” “It’ll be nicer the next time, do you want to swap places with me?” “I think that I’ll leave it for a while. Maybe go for a swim.” “Skinny dipping, good idea, I’ve got something to show you in the pool, but don’t leave your next fuck for too long Daniella, it’s like falling off a horse, you’ve got to get back on pretty damn quick or you may never get back on.” “Oh I’ll get back on this horse, and quite soon, I promise.” A couple of the others liked the idea of a swim and it was getting way too hot in the sauna, so 8 totally naked young people went and jumped, or dived into the pool. A plastic football had appeared since I was last there and the guys were soon throwing it to each other. “Guys versus girls.” someone said and us girls started trying to get the ball off the guys. We managed it and started passing it between us girls but the guys started using dirty, or nice, tricks to get the ball back and guys hands were groping us girls quite a lot. After a while Roxy called Daniella over the inlet jet and introduced her to one type of water sorts. Daniella loved it and we had difficulty getting her to let the other girls have a go. When she did move away she swam over to Oliver as told him to fuck her. Whilst we were queueing for the water jet I was talking to Riley and she asked me if I thought that Daniella was okay. “Yes, I’m sure that she’ll be okay.” I replied. “I’m still upset about loosing my virginity to the handyman.” Riley blurted out. “I didn’t loose mine the way that I dreamt that I would either.” I replied, “Tell me about your upset Riley.” “I was raped, well sort of, by our handyman, James, it was summer 2 years ago and I’d been wearing the skimpy bikini that daddy had bought me outside a lot, you know, sunbathing, and wandering around the house in my underwear like daddy had told me to, and he, the handyman, suddenly turned on me and forced me over a table and took me from behind. I told daddy and he sacked him but daddy wouldn’t let me tell the police, he said that I was asking for it, which I guess that I was, but I’ve got over it - nearly.” “My first time was with daddy’s driver, also called James, and it wasn’t exactly in a romantic place, it was on the lawn outside the front of daddy’s house.” “Do you think that it was the same James?” “No, that’s impossible, daddy’s James has worked for him for years.” It was Riley’s turn on the water jet next and as I watched her I wondered about her, she didn’t seem to be very strong willed, and she appeared to always wear what her father told her, I wondered if she was a bit submissive and I decided that I’d talk to her more and find out more. After each girl had had her turn on the inlet jet they went to one of the guys and got fucked again, this time in the pool. I know that I went to Harry. When we finally got out of the pool Oliver said, “So girls, will you let me take some photographs of you?” After we’d all said that we would, Harry said, “And will you all be my nude yoga students? They say that doing naked yoga promotes a good sex life. We can hold the class at the end of the pool, there’s enough space there.” “Those windows aren’t see-through from the outside are they? I can see cars going passed.” Riley asked. “No, we can see out but all the people out there see is a mirror.” “Okay, I’m in, I need some exercise. We girls have to look after our bodies.” Oliver went and got his camera and us 4 girls went to the space at the end of the pool, giggling a bit as we did some ‘sexy’ practice poses. “I need some more explicit photos please girls.” Oliver said. “You want some photos of our pussies?” Daniella asked. “I don’t know that I could let you do that.” “Daniella, remember that ‘what happens at university stays at university’, and that includes the city of Bristol and our accommodation.” I said. “Well I guess that it would be okay, I mean all the photographs will just be between us won’t they?” “Of course.” I replied wondering if Oliver would post them on the internet. All 4 of us girls started spreading our legs and Oliver started taking some very close-up shots of our pussies and I saw that Roxy was spreading her legs as wide as she could, just like I had been doing. After Oliver had hundreds of images of our pussies he said, “How about something a bit more sexual?” “You mean like fucking?” Roxy asked. “There’s trillions of photos of people fucking on the internet, I was thinking more of girl-on-girl, 69 ing.” “You mean like Roxy and Georgia were doing earlier?” Daniella asked. “I’ve often wondered what that would be like.” Daniella said. “Now’s your big chance girl.” I said, going over to her, planting a big kiss on her lips and putting my hand on her pussy. “Oh, oooh.” Daniella said when I broke the kiss that she had responded to. I started to kiss her again but her knees gave way and we were quickly in a heap on the floor. I spun round and within seconds my mouth was on her pussy. “Oh, oooh, oooooh.” I heard her say as her hips jerked then her mouth found my pussy. It wasn’t the first cunnilingus that I’ve had, but it was her first time, and I was sort of distracting her a bit. A lot actually because I was making her cum for me. Her virgin pussy, well it was a few hours ago, tasting quite nice. I managed to get the odd glimpse of Oliver taking photos and I could also hear the clicks of the camera before Daniella’s pussy flooded with her juices as she had a screaming and shaking orgasm below me. Unfortunately, I didn’t cum. What I hadn’t realised was going on at the same time was Riley and Roxy were doing the same as Daniella and me were doing. I hoped that not all the photographs that Oliver was taking were of them. When I climbed off Daniella I saw that Ben, Harry and Matt were both in the pool with their heads, and hands, out of the water and pointing our way. “Enjoy the show did you guys?” I asked. “Yes we did,” Harry replied as he pulled himself out of the water, “and it’s my turn to issue the commands now, naked yoga time girls.” Roxy and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. Riley was smiling and Daniella was just stood there with a blank expression on her face and I guessed that she was trying to make up her mind as to do it, or refuse. “Right girls, this is my first naked yoga class and I’ve never even tried yoga myself, but I’ve watched a few videos but I may have got a few exercises mixed up with gymnastics or aerobic exercises so if any of you think that I am doing anything wrong please let me know.” The 4 of us naked girls lined up with the naked Harry in front of us and the other 3 guys just watched and Harry made clumsy attempts to tell us how to get into the positions that he wanted. I think that Roxy and I had a better idea of the positions and Harry kept saying, “Yes, like Roxy.” or “Yes, like Georgia.” After a while I said, “Shall Roxy and I take it in turns to get into a position and you make sure that the other 3 get into that position Harry? And don’t be afraid to put your hands on us to help us. You could always get the other 3 guys to help you and the 4 of you could move around the 4 of us so that we all experience each of your techniques.” “Good idea Georgia, I know that I’ve got a lot to learn but that’s what I’m going to university for.” “Yes and you can practice what you learn on us, and maybe advertise for other volunteers, I’m sure that other girl students would love to join us.” I said, us girls need to keep our bodies in the best possible condition for all the guys to look at.” “Hmm, yes, a good idea, thank you; and these 3 guys can help me.” “Can I take photographs and videos please Harry?” Oliver asked. “As long as the girls don’t mind.” Harry said, closely followed by all 4 of us girls saying, “We don’t mind.” Oliver was out of the pool in a flash and, after drying his hands, picked up his camera to video us. Then Roxy and I started going to the positions that we knew and I was like Harry, not knowing if they were yoga positions or gymnastics or aerobic exercises. I don’t think that anyone cared because they all involved us girls spreading our legs very wide and the guys liked that. I glanced over to Daniella and Riley a couple of times and it would appear that all their inhibitions had totally gone. We did a few positions that were difficult to hold and first Roxy, then the rest of us girls asked for the assistance of the guys. I could have managed without the guy’s assistance as I do those positions when I workout but I wasn’t going to miss out on getting 1 of the guy’s hands on me. “So does doing this naked yoga make you all horny girls?” Oliver asked. “Hell yes,” I replied, “All I can think about when my legs are spread wide is getting fucked.” The other 3 girls had been reluctant to answer Oliver but once I had had admitted what I had, they all agreed. The last position that we did was 1 of mine. I told the girls to get on their backs and lift their legs up and over so that their toes touched the floor behind their heads. I told the guys that we’d need their help and that they were to kneel below our butts and push our legs. This was a load of rubbish as if we needed any help they should have knelt at our heads, but no one complained and as Oliver put his camera down and knelt over me his cock touched my pussy. I moaned and his cock started to grow from a semi to a full boner. Needless to say that it slid inside me and fucked me until we’d both cum. Between my first and second orgasm I turned my head and saw that all 4 of us girls were getting fucked. When we had all cum and were recovering, Roxy asked, “Can we make it a condition of our participation that you are naked as well Harry?” “Well I err, I don’t know.” “Do you want to use us as guinea pigs or not Harry?” Roxy added. “Yes, of course, but.” “But nothing, if we’re naked then you are as well.” Roxy said. I smiled then added, “And maybe the other girls that you recruit would like the assistance of Oliver, Ben and Matt, and if Harry has to be naked the you guys should be as well, it will please the girls.” The guys just smiled. Daylight was starting to come through the windows and I was slightly relieved when Daniella said that she was heading for bed. As we headed for the lift and stairs I suggested that we have regular, maybe fortnightly residents meetings where we review Harry progress as a yoga instructor. That idea went down well and I decided that I’d try to make sure that it happened. When Ben and I got out of the lift I said, “Ben, I’ll leave my door unlocked and if you fancy coming over to wake me up later with that cock of yours please do so.” “A friend with benefits, I might just do that.” Ben replied. As I showered I decided that things were looking up. I still had a few things to sort out but life at university was going to be okay. Not as good as on daddy’s yacht in Ibiza harbour, but I knew that that couldn’t last. ******

Greek Week: Julie's Tale by DonnerBBQ© © 2010 by DonnerBBQ. All rights reserved. Feedback welcome and appreciated. In a previous story, Greek Week, I wrote about a college play with a female lead, Julie. It was told from her boyfriend's perspective. This is Julie's version of the events. This version is meant to stand alone, so you don't need to read the earlier story to know what is going on. On the other hand, if you have then there will be a small amount of redundancy. - DonnerBBQ. * When I was a junior in college, I was invited by my boyfriend's friend John to take a lead role in his play that he was directing for that year's Greek Week competition. The idea behind these play competitions was that fraternities and sororities would pair up and present plays, and sell tickets to the students. There would be four performances of each play on consecutive nights, Thursday through Sunday. In addition, DVDs of the last performance were sold. Each play could set their own ticket and DVD prices and whichever play made the most money won the competition. It was all for charity, but everyone involved took them real seriously. There were all sorts of side bets too between the houses and individual members, so there was a lot of secrecy about the plays along with attempts to spy on others and even occasional attempts to sabotage other plays. It was a major competition. When John asked me to take a lead role I was ecstatic. Although I had some minor roles in a couple of previous Greek Week plays, I had not had any major roles since high school. However, when I pressed John for details he wouldn't provide any. Apparently he was still working on the script so I had to wait to find out more about the part that he had in mind for me. We sat down together a couple of weeks later and he told me about the play. It had some crazy plot with pirates hijacking a modern-day cruise ship. Yes, it was silly, but it was meant to be fun. Anyway, mixed in there was a love story about two people, Diana and Steve that meet on the cruise ship. He wanted me to take the role of Diana. He hadn't yet cast Steve, but was working on it and was considering taking the role himself if no one seemed suitable for the part. As he was describing the play I could barely contain my excitement. I hadn't realized how much I had missed acting! I thought it was pretty obvious that I wanted the role so I was surprised when he said, "Julie, before you agree you need to know a little more about the role." "Okay, like what?" I asked. "So you know it's a love story. There'll have to be some kissing with whoever is playing Steve. Are you okay with that?" That hadn't occurred to me yet, but it made sense. I certainly wasn't averse to kissing, but I wasn't sure how my boyfriend Ronny would feel about it. John observed my hesitation and asked, "Is that a problem?" "Oh no, I don't have a problem with it. It's just part of acting. My only concern is that I'm not sure that Ronny will understand." "Well you don't have to agree today. Talk to him first to make sure that it is okay with him." "Okay, I will," I said. John then added, "There's something else." I looked up at John and just waited for him to continue. "I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it. You know that sex sells and selling tickets is what this is all about. To that end, I put in a hot tub scene to generate some excitement. For that scene I want Diana to strip down to a bikini which she'll have on under her clothes, preferably a small and sexy bikini. " It took a few moments to process what he was saying. I wasn't thrilled at the idea of being on stage in a bikini. I mean, I wear bikinis at public beaches and pools all of the time, but being on a stage in one in front of people who are not dressed similarly is another matter entirely. And again I thought of how Ronny would react. John then added, "You don't have to give me an answer now. Just think about it and talk it over with Ronny. But you'll need to let me know soon. I'm sure I can find someone else for the role, but maybe not anyone with as much acting experience as you." I thought about it for a day or so before talking to Ronny. I wanted to first decide for myself whether I wanted the role before I talked to him. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. Kissing some other guy wasn't a big deal to me. But I did feel self-conscious about being on stage in a bikini. Don't get me wrong - I think I look great in a bikini - but the thought of having all of those eyes on me while I'm wearing one kind of freaked me out. I figured though that it was only one scene and that I could just concentrate on the acting and get through the scene. The next day I had dinner with Ronny. At this point I was pretty convinced that I wanted to do it. But I was nervous about how he would react. I started by telling him about the silly pirate plot and he seemed to think it would be fun. I then told him about the kissing. He took that pretty well, actually. I thought I could detect a little reservation on his face, but I think he understood the need to have kissing in a love story. I then told him about the bikini. Surprisingly, he seemed less concerned about the bikini than I was! I was just starting to relax when he inquired as to who was going to play Steve. I told him what John told me, that it wasn't known yet but that John himself might take the role. Ronny suddenly looked irritated. I assured him that John wanted to make sure that he was okay with it and had even encouraged us to talk about it before I accepted the role. After a bit of reassurance I calmed Ronny down and he gave me his blessing to do the play. The cast came together over the next couple of weeks and John did decide to take the role of Steve himself. Ronny sort of scowled at that news, like he thought it was some ploy by John to get into my pants. Granted, I too had a suspicion that John liked me, but he knew that I was with Ronny and they were friends. So John and I were going to kiss some in the name of acting. I just couldn't see getting upset about a few kisses. We spent quite a bit of time rehearsing the play over the next weeks. I had selected a cute orange bikini for the hot tub scene that fit me well. At some point though, John said that he needed to speak with me about the hot tub scene. He explained, "I think the hot tub scene is good right now. You look great in that bikini that you brought. I'm sure the audience is going to love it." I couldn't help but blush at the complement, but it was obvious that there was more. "We're not going to be the only play to show a little skin. In fact, from what I've heard, our play is going to be pretty tame compared to the others in terms of sex appeal." I could see the disappointment on his face as he explained this. I was disappointed too. We were just putting so much effort into this play. He then added, "Look, I think we need to be more competitive. I've made a few changes to the hot tub scene to increase the sexiness of our play. " He was carefully watching my reaction like he wanted to know what I thought. It was his play and it sounded like a decent plan to remain competitive so I said, "Sounds good!" It then occurred to me that it involved me. "Wait, wait, what kind of changes?" I quickly asked. "As you know, the hot tub scene is when the pirates first arrive. Right now, we are just hanging out in the hot tub when that happens. But now Diana and Steve will get a bit more intimate before the pirates run on stage. The scene starts off as usual with Steve and Diana getting into the hot tub and talking. But then Diana will stand up and go to Steve, straddling his lap. They will kiss more and things will get hot and heavy between them and they will end up having sex in the hot tub. Of course the sex will be simulated and the water will cover everything, but we can make it look real." I think my eyes were bulging out of my head in disbelief. "Wait, you want us to fuck in the hot tub?" I asked. "No, I want us to fake-fuck in the hot tub. Actors do it all the time. We'll have our bathing suits on and everything. It really isn't that crazy." It wasn't sounding quite as ridiculous now. But it was still pretty shocking. "I have to fake an orgasm?" I asked. "What, you've never done that before?" John asked with a smile. I had to smile too. "That's not the point," I responded, avoiding his question. "I don't know if I can do it in front of such a large audience!" John thought about it for a moment. He then said, "Well, we can have the pirates run on stage just prior to climax. That way it won't be an issue." That change definitely helped. I was glad that he was being responsive to my concerns. I nodded my head to let him know that I was okay with the changes. Honestly, I still wasn't sure that I was okay with them and I was apprehensive about how Ronny would react when I told him. Ultimately, I didn't tell Ronny right away about the change in the scene. I wanted to know how the scene was going to play out before trying to describe it to Ronny. Or at least that's what I told myself. Later, John and I ran through the scene. It felt surreal approaching John in the hot tub. It almost felt like I was cheating on Ronny but deep down I knew that I wasn't. I knew it was just acting. But there I was in a bikini walking towards a half-naked man. After I reached John, I began to slowly sit down onto his lap. John reached his hands up behind me and placed them on my back. I initially jumped at his touch, but I soon relaxed. I put my arms around his neck and we kissed a bit. I could feel my bikini-covered breasts rubbing against his bare chest. Before long I began to feel him thrusting into me and I matched his movements. His hands slid down to the small of my back to help pull me into him. So just like that we were fucking, err, fake-fucking in the hot tub. The water was splashing all over the place but we continued. We kept it up for a couple of minutes and then John suddenly said, "Pirates!" and we feigned surprise. As we got out of the hot tub I could see a tent in John's shorts. He was trying to hide it from me, but it was rather obvious. He realized that I noticed it and he apologized, "I'm sorry, I don't think that I can prevent that." He looked rather embarrassed. I just laughed and told him that it was okay. We then talked about the scene. He said, "Jules, I think that went pretty well. We obviously need to practice a few more times so that we don't jump when we touch each other but I don't think it's going to need a lot of work. I also want to make sure that we don't over-rehearse the scene. If we look robotic in our movements it will look awful. I think we should feel free to improvise a bit during the scene with our movements and hand positioning. I just want it to look as natural as possible." I was really pretty impressed by John. He just seemed to sincerely care about how the play, and particularly our hot tub scene, looked to the audience. Over the next couple of days we rehearsed that scene a few more times. It felt more comfortable every time. The last time I didn't even jump when John slid his hands down from the small of my back to my butt to help with the thrusting. John still got an erection every time and we always joked about it. After the last rehearsal of the scene, I asked John if he thought that our play would now be competitive. He paused and said that he wasn't sure. He said that he thought that we would be on par with the others, but not over the top like he had been initially hoping. He tried to sound optimistic, but I could tell that he was more disappointed than he was letting on. The next day John approached me and said that he had an idea. He seemed excited to tell me about it. "Okay, this is a bit gimmicky, but what if we push the hot tub scene a little further every night. If we let it leak out that we're going to keep changing the play and making that scene sexier every time, maybe we'll create some excitement and keep people talking about the play. People may even come back to see it more than once!" I was skeptical. It sounded kind of weird, but maybe it would work. I had to ask, "How do you propose to make that scene sexier?" "Well, I think we can figure out the changes that we want to make after each show. I think that there are plenty of things we can do. We could get a different bikini for you or we could make the sex portion longer or I don't know. I'm sure we'll think of things. It sort of depends on what the audience reacts the most to." I told him that it sounded good. At the time I really didn't feel like I was agreeing to anything because the changes weren't going to be determined until after the first show. Later that evening I realized that I implicitly had agreed to make some kind of changes to the scene to make it sexier, but I presumed that I would have a voice in the changes. At some point I told Ronnie about the play. He hadn't known anything about the fake-fucking or the incremental changes, so I needed to prepare him. He planned to be in the audience all four nights and I really did want and need his support. Opening night was nerve-wracking. The scene that I was most nervous about was the hot tub scene. I still didn't feel comfortable wearing a bikini on stage and fake-fucking John in the hot tub, all in front of a live audience that included my boyfriend. Just before curtain time I peeked out and was a bit relieved to see that the attendance was not that strong. It was a Thursday night which was generally the lightest of the four nights, so it didn't really put a damper on the atmosphere backstage and personally I didn't mind having a smaller crowd for our first show. The play started off reasonably well. There were a few minor glitches with actors stumbling over lines or not entering on time, but nothing catastrophic. When the hot tub scene came, I tried to put myself into a zone where I just concentrated on the scene and blocked thoughts of the audience out. It worked, but only briefly. When I started to strip off my clothes to reveal my bikini, the audience cheered and it totally knocked me out of my zone. While pictures were occasionally taken prior to that moment, a whole slew of pictures were taken of me standing on stage in my bikini. I tried to block it all out but it was definitely distracting. John got in the hot tub and I followed, sitting opposite John. We had a few lines of dialogue that we got through easily. Then it was time. I stood up and walked over to John. I looked down at him and slowly sat down on his lap, facing him. I could hear the audience reacting and could see flashes from cameras but I was pretty well focused on the acting at that point. We began kissing and we pressed our bodies together tightly. John's hands went behind my back and I could feel him start to thrust into me. I began thrusting too, and I felt his hands again slide down to my butt. While we continued to fake-fuck, my mind would occasionally drift to the audience, which seemed to be reacting positively to the action. Between grinding into John and thoughts of the audience, I hadn't thought much of the pirates' entrance and I did not have to feign surprise when they came running on stage. Just as surprising to me was the audience's reaction to their entrance. They booed, as if they didn't want our copulation interrupted. I almost laughed at the thought, but I managed to resist the temptation. John and I were forced out of the hot tub at sword-point. John's erection was obvious and the crowd reacted to it with a mixture of laughter and cheers. The audience also cheered and snapped pictures of me as I got out of the hot tub and stood in front of them in a wet bikini. I did my best to block it all out of my mind, but it was a strange feeling standing up there with all of these people staring at me. The rest of the play went okay. I stumbled over one line of mine but all in all it went pretty well for the first night. Afterwards, John congratulated us all on a job well done and said that the cast would meet on Friday afternoon to practice a few things and discuss any changes. I later saw Ronny. I think it was a bit shocking for him to actually see the hot tub scene, but he really handled it well. On Friday afternoon we spent a few hours running through scenes that did not go smoothly. There were a number of places where people forgot their lines, or didn't enter the stage at the right time, etc. It was a far cry from a disaster, but John wanted to iron out the wrinkles. Afterwards, John described a few minor tweaks to the play that he wanted to increase the sexiness of the play. They were all small changes and none involved me. He then said, "Jules and I are going to talk about the hot tub scene to see what we can do to make that more exciting for the audience." John pulled me aside and said, "Look, I think our hot tub scene went great for the first night. The audience definitely responded to seeing you in a bikini! As we've talked before, we're going to have to raise the bar to keep people interested in the play and to compete with the other plays. The hot tub scene is our best opportunity to sex up the play." "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "How would you feel about taking your bikini top off during the scene?" he asked. I was shocked and I'm sure that it showed. "You've got to be kidding! You want me to be topless on stage?" I asked. "Well, yes and no. I was thinking that you could have your back to the audience so no one would really see anything. Maybe a few people would see the sides of your breasts, but that should be it. Most people would just see your bare back. It would be really sexy." My mind was racing. I wanted us to win the competition and I knew that sexing up the scene was the key. But I hadn't imagined that John would propose I get topless on stage. If John was right then most people wouldn't see anything really. If a few people saw the sides it probably wouldn't be that bad. It did sound like stripping the top off would be exciting for the audience and may considerably help ticket sales. I couldn't believe that I was even considering taking my top off on stage. I stood there for a moment just thinking about it. I was thinking of saying that I'd do it, but making the vocal commitment was real hard. I knew as soon as I agreed that it would be difficult to change my mind. "So what do you think? Will you do it?" John asked. I looked at him and I could just see how much he was counting on me. I nodded my head and said "Okay." "Great, thanks! I'm sure that will really help." "So what happens after I take my top off?" "We'll just proceed with the rest of the scene normally. I'll sit facing the audience so when you join me in the hot tub you will still have your back to the audience. We'll do our simulated sex bit as usual. As you get out of the hot tub you can keep your arms across your chest so no one sees anything." "Okay, it doesn't sound like it will be that bad." "No, I think everything should be fine. I still think it's important that we feel free to improvise the scene a bit. To the greatest extent possible we should just put ourselves in the shoes of these lovers and do what comes naturally. Remember, this is the first time that these characters have been intimate. If we're a little clumsy, that's okay. Just as long as we aren't moving around like robots I think the scene will be a big success." "Should we rehearse the scene again?" "No, I think it's better if we don't. It was pretty smooth last night and I don't want it to look too practiced. Oh, and one other thing, the audience may get loud during the scene. If they get real loud, you need to wait for them to calm down before proceeding. Otherwise, nobody will be able to hear the dialogue or concentrate on the story. So if that happens, just pause where you're at and wait a bit." With that we called it an afternoon. I went and got a bite to eat with some of the other cast members before returning for final preparations. I thought about calling Ronny to let him know what was going to happen, but I wasn't sure how he'd react and I really didn't need the stress if he freaked out. If I told him that I was going to take my top off on stage he'd imagine, as I did, that the entire audience would see my tits. Rather than try to explain it and then calm him down, I just decided to avoid him altogether. The audience was definitely larger than Thursday night's, but it wasn't sold out much to John's dismay. Just before the play started John came over to me and asked if I was ready to do this. I looked at him nervously and told him, "No, but I'm here." John just smiled and told me that I'd do great and walked away. I just thought, "Yeah, that's easy for you to say." I was filled with so much fear and excitement. I knew that a lot of people would be talking about me and the hot tub scene after this performance. The beginning part of the play went relatively smoothly. There were still a few mix-ups, but not ones that most people would notice, unless they were here the night before. Then came the hot tub scene, and John and I stepped out onto the stage. We kissed lightly and almost immediately began stripping out of our clothes. I still had my bikini on underneath my clothes, so the audience had no idea what was going to happen. John got into the hot tub and sat down facing the audience as he said he would. I slowly walked over to the hot tub and turned so my back was to the audience. I realized that the time had come. My heart was racing with the knowledge that I was going to take off my top. At this point I had to go through with it. I reached behind my back and quickly untied the knot. Even before I had finished untying it, the audience began to get loud. People were yelling different things out, but I couldn't hear very well what they were saying. I pulled off the top and threw it to the side of the hot tub. The audience erupted with a loud cheer. I couldn't believe that I was standing on stage topless with my back to the audience. I put my arms down by my sides and thought for a second about how many people could see the sides of my breasts. I figured not that many. It wasn't until then that I focused on what was ahead of me. I saw John sitting in the hot tub, staring right at me. I hadn't thought about John at all! While the audience couldn't see much, John was staring straight at my naked tits! I suddenly realized that Ray and Carter, a couple of the stagehands, were also looking my way and had perfect views of my tits. I couldn't believe that I was showing my tits to these people. At least it was only a few people, but I hadn't thought about it until now. The audience was still roaring, so I knew that I had to wait a bit before proceeding. While I stood and just waited, John and the stagehands weren't taking their eyes off of me. After a bit, the audience got quieter and I stepped into the hot tub. It felt strange to be topless and sitting in front of John. I had a strong urge to put my hands up and cover my tits, but I resisted it. After our lines, I stood up and crossed the hot tub. John stared at my breasts the whole way. When I reached him I stood over his legs trembling with my tits just inches from his face. As I began to sit down on his legs, I saw John's arms start to rise. I thought he was going to put them on my waist to guide me down. Instead, his hands went straight to my boobs! I was completely surprised by his action and quickly sucked in my breath to control my reaction. The audience erupted with cheer. He placed one hand on each breast and began rubbing them firmly. I was pretty confused and couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing. It then occurred to me that he was just acting the part. Judging from the audience's reaction, it was a smart move to create more excitement. Even so, I was utterly shocked that he was pawing my tits. I finished sitting down on his legs while he rubbed my breasts for a bit. He then moved his hands to my back and we kissed. His hands slid down to my butt. He gripped it hard with both hands and pulled me into him. Our bodies slapped together harder than usual and we began to pretend to have sex. We were both thrusting our crotches together but John seemed more intense this time. His thrusts were harder and I could definitely feel his cock rubbing against me. John was still gripping my butt and was pulling me forcefully into him. Every time we came together my tits would bounce against his chest and I could feel his cock grind against me. I was so wrapped up in the scene that I was truly surprised when the pirates ran on stage. Without thinking I quickly turned to look and my breasts swung around, right into the view of half the audience. I couldn't believe that all those people just got to see my tits! I realized immediately and pressed my boobs back into John. I was in total shock that so many people had just got a quick glimpse of my tits. And there were so many pictures being taken that I'm sure that someone got a decent shot of my tits. John nudged me back into the moment, and I realized that the pirates had already told us to get out of the hot tub. I put my arms across my chest and stood up. I had to turn to face the audience in order to cross the hot tub and climb out. Even though my boobs were covered, I was still topless and facing a large audience. People were cheering, yelling various things, and of course taking pictures. I was just grateful to have my arms covering my tits. I became concerned as I got to the stairs to get out of the hot tub. The stairs were wet and rather slippery, and while there was a handrail, you still had to be pretty careful climbing out. I realized that I was going to have to use one of my arms to hold the handrail while the other arm covered my tits. The thought went through my head that I really wish we had rehearsed this scene so I would have thought about this predicament earlier! Anyway, I needed to get out of the hot tub quickly to not screw up the scene, so I repositioned one arm to cover both tits and grabbed the handrail with the other. As I started climbing, I realized this was going to be extremely difficult. Each step I took caused my body to move all over the place, including my breasts. My breasts and my arm were slippery from getting wet, so my breasts were continuously sliding around trying to escape my arm. I almost died as I realized what was happening. My left tit slid out from under my arm and was suddenly completely exposed. I quickly moved my arm to cover it, but doing so let my other tit become exposed. They were both sliding all over the place and I just couldn't keep them covered with my one free arm! Not only were all of these people getting to see my tits, but people were snapping tons of pictures too. I finally escaped the hot tub and was able to use both arms again to cover myself. Luckily I was able to turn and face the pirates for a bit because I'm sure that I was bright red from embarrassment. I swore to myself that I was going to kill John. Really, it wasn't his fault, but I felt like I needed to blame someone for all of this. The rest of the play went okay. Afterwards I got quite a long applause from the audience, which I did appreciate. While I didn't mean to expose myself like that, I did like all of the attention that it garnered. I later gave John a playful slug to the shoulder, intimating that it was his fault, but I couldn't really blame him. He did apologize, but then raved about how much the audience loved it. He went on and on about it. I hadn't seen him that excited in weeks. I think that he was feeling real optimistic about our chances now. John also brought up grabbing my boobs. "I hope that was okay and didn't take you too much by surprise," he said. "It just seemed right for the moment. A guy is in a hot tub with a beautiful woman in front of him that just removed her top. Of course he's going to grab her breasts! I think it would look quite artificial if he DIDN'T." I told him that it was okay and agreed that it made sense for him to grab my breasts if I'm sitting topless in front of him. I didn't say anything about the complement, but I hadn't missed the fact that he referred to me as a "beautiful woman." While John was happy, I cannot say the same for my boyfriend Ronny. He was shocked that I removed my bikini top and he was rather pissed off that John grabbed my bare tits. I tried to explain that it was natural in that setting and but he remained irritated. He also seemed concerned about all of the picture-taking going on, especially with my accidental flashes of my tits. Personally, I understood that having your picture taken was just a necessary part of acting and tried to explain that to him, but I'm not sure how much comfort that provided him. On Saturday the ticket sales numbers were released. While we had a slight lead, it was far from comfortable. John was hoping that we would easily sell out now, but seemed to be less confident than the night before. He ultimately decided to raise the ticket price by $5.00. John and I met privately to discuss any changes to the hot tub scene for Saturday night's show. I was curious about what he would propose. I figured that there wasn't much more that we could do. "Jules, last night's show was great and I'm sure that the hot tub scene will really help with sales for tonight. So at a minimum, we need to repeat what we did last night." "So you want me to take my bikini top off again?" "Yeah, but also be sure to give some good flashes of your breasts to the audience." "Oh gawd, really?" "Did you hear the audience's reaction? They loved watching you get out of the hot tub! They're going to expect a repeat of that performance, at the very least." "Okay," I said, not quite believing that I was agreeing to flash the audience again. "I would really like to push it a bit further though. Word has gotten out that we're going to make that scene sexier and more exciting each night, so I'd hate to just do the same thing again." I was suddenly rather scared. I knew he was right, that we had to push that scene further. But I had a hard enough time just agreeing to flash the audience again. I wasn't sure that I even wanted to hear his proposal. It came anyway. "So I was thinking that we could do two things to spice the scene up. The first change is all on me. I'll remove my shorts after getting into the hot tub. Getting out will be an adventure. If you're going to show a little skin, it's only fair that I do too." "Well, good!" I said, laughing. It was still a nervous laugh because I knew that the second change involved me. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Rather than have your back to the audience when you remove your top, I'd like you to be facing the audience. The audience would get to see your breasts anyway when you get out of the hot tub. It will just be more blatant this time." I just stared at him in disbelief. It was several seconds before I could even construct a response. When I did, it came out of my mouth almost painfully slowly, "I really don't know if I can take my top off staring into the faces of hundreds of people. John, I really don't know if I can do that!" I really felt bad. I felt like I was being weak and that I was hurting John and everyone else that had put so much effort into the play. A tear began to form in my eye. John could see the agony in my face. "Okay, okay," he said, to comfort me. "We don't need to do that. Taking off my shorts will still add something. It will just have to be enough." He was really being nice about it, but I could see that he was disappointed. I thought about the way the scene was now set to go down, with the only change being John's removing of his shorts. The male members of the audience were not going to be satisfied if they were expecting a sexier scene. "John, what if instead of facing the audience, I have my side to the audience. They would still see more than yesterday, and I wouldn't have to actually face them while taking off my top." "Yeah! You'd do that?" I nodded. I was happy just seeing that John was cheering up, and hadn't really thought about what I was proposing. "Great, I think that will be a real nice improvement for the scene. I really appreciate all of the hard work you're putting into this play. If we win, it will be because of you." John was clearly happy now. When he left to talk with other cast members, I was left to contemplate what I just agreed to. I kept trying to comfort myself by thinking how common it was for women to show their breasts in movies, even in serious, Academy Award winning movies. I kept trying to tell myself that it wasn't a big deal that people would be seeing my breasts. I just wasn't that convincing. The hot tub scene was all I thought about, right up until the start of the play. I managed to not think about it during my first few appearances, and that respite helped to calm my nerves. When the scene came, I could feel myself tightening up again. The beginning part of the scene hadn't changed at all. Still, when I stripped off my clothes to reveal my bikini, I heard a lot of applause. More so than on the previous night. I couldn't help but think that a lot of people came just to see me. John got in the hot tub like usual, but sat down with his side facing the audience. I watched as his hands reached under the water and emerged holding his shorts. He quickly tossed them out of the hot tub. The audience reacted with widespread cheers. I heard a bunch of hoots from women. Reaction from the male members of the audience was more mixed. There were cheers and hollering, but also some laughter. Regardless, everyone seemed to be having fun and that's what mattered. After the crowd calmed down some, I walked over to the hot tub and stood with my side facing the audience. The audience was now real quiet. Many knew from the previous night that I was now going to take off my top, and they were waiting for it to happen. They probably figured I was going to turn away from them before taking it off, but that was not the plan. As I looked straight ahead I could still clearly see half the audience. I realized that they were all about to get a good luck at my breasts. Time seemed to have frozen as I was lost in thought, and then I suddenly realized that I needed to proceed. I reached behind my back and unsnapped the bikini top. There were a few hollers, but people were still probably expecting me to turn before removing the top. I then just let the top fall off my breasts and into my hands, and tossed it to the side. The crowd cheered louder than I had ever heard it. Suddenly I was blinded by all of the camera flashes going off. It seemed like everyone had a camera and was taking my picture. I fought off a strong impulse to cover my breasts. I was then about to continue with the scene and get in the hot tub when I realized that I couldn't with the crowd still going crazy. So I stood there, with an audience full of people staring at my boobs and taking picture, after picture, after picture. It seemed like an eternity, but eventually the crowd mellowed out a bit and I took the opportunity to start for the hot tub. John and I got through our dialogue, although I'm not sure how much of it was really heard because the audience was still making a lot of noise. As I approached him, the audience got even louder. We kissed as usual, and I saw him start to move his hands. I thought they were heading for my breasts again, but instead he brought them to my hips. I was rather confused by this and just stared at John, not sure of what he was doing. I started to sit down, but I could feel his resistance as he was holding me up. Suddenly I felt his fingers slip inside the band, and start to work my bottoms down. I sucked in my breath as I didn't want the audience to see the shock and panic that I was feeling. I wasn't sure what to do and so I just froze. Meanwhile John kept sliding the bottoms down until they were at my ankles. I felt him pull the bottoms and I instinctively stepped out of them. I then watched as John tossed them from the hot tub. The roar of the crowd snapped me out of my trance. Thankfully, the waist-high water prevented the audience from seeing anything besides my boobs, but it still felt extremely strange being on stage completely nude with a large audience watching my every move. I gave the audience only a few moments to calm down before I started to sit down in John's lap. As I sat down I was thinking about being nude on stage, and having all of these pictures of me and my tits taken. I was thinking about how John was, once again, grabbing my breasts and guiding my body down. I was not thinking about the fact that we were both completely naked and I was sitting down in his lap. It happened real fast. One moment I was lowering myself down, then I felt some contact, and then I realized that I was sitting on his lap with him completely inside me. I instinctively jumped and lifted myself off of him. I quickly moved about six inches back and sat down on his legs. I immediately realized that I was too far away. The fake-fucking wouldn't appear at all real if I sat so far away from him. I slid my body forward on his legs. Our crotches met, again, but this time he wasn't inside of me. I could still feel his entire cock against me, from his shaft pressing against my pussy up to his head on my stomach. I felt his hands grab my bare butt as he pulled me into him tightly. We began thrusting into each other to simulate fucking as usual, but this time it was our bare crotches grinding against each other. I then felt him slide his hands underneath my butt and start to lift my body. We were still pressed firmly together so I could feel the length of his cock sliding over my pussy. He raised me up several inches and then lowered me until I was sitting on his legs again. The whole time his cock was in firm contact with my pussy. He then raised me again and I felt his head nearly enter me but he then lowered me down to his legs. While I really didn't have any interest in dating John, I couldn't deny that it felt good. The third time up I instinctively pressed a bit harder into him. At the peak of our motion, I felt his head enter me. As he lowered me back down, he slid deeper into me. I was shocked that he was inside me again. I mean, it felt good but I didn't want to cheat on Ronny. At the same time, I didn't want to ruin the scene by jumping back off him again. I figured that he would slide back out when he lifted me again, but he didn't lift me quite as high and remained inside of me. The next pass was similar and I realized that his cock was going to have to stay inside me if I didn't want to ruin the scene. It was about another minute before the pirates came running on stage, and that whole time I was bouncing up and down on his cock. After we were ordered out, John stood up to exit first. As he crossed the hot tub and stepped out he tried to keep his cock covered with his hands. But he had the same problem that I did. One hand was needed to hold the railing, which left only one hand to hide anything. In John's case, he had a full erection and one hand just did not suffice. I must admit, I was glad to see that people were taking pictures of him too. It was then my turn to leave the hot tub. I hadn't anticipated being completely nude when trying to get out but my predicament quickly became clear. One hand had to hold the railing, which left only one hand to cover what it could. Since my breasts had already been seen by all in the audience to some extent, I figured I would just try to cover my pussy. As I got out of the tub, my tits were bobbing all over the place and I could see tons of pictures being taken. But I did succeed in keeping my pussy covered the whole time. Once out of the hot tub, I turned and faced the pirates for a bit. I thought about covering my butt with one hand, but doing so would look completely unnatural given that there were no actors behind me. So instead I just kept my pussy covered as I turned and let the audience see my bare butt. I looked forward and momentarily became embarrassed as a lot of the pirate actors were simply gawking at my boobs. When I turned back towards the audience I realized that I could now use one arm to cover my boobs, but again it would seem unnatural and really it just didn't seem to matter anymore. Needless to say, the audience loved the performance and John was real happy with the response. John and I also talked privately about the scene. "Jules, I hope you're okay with what happened in the hot tub. After I had accidentally slipped inside you a couple of times, I was worried that our constant re-positioning would ruin the scene. It's hard trying to be close and smooth enough to make it look real, but not too close. Ya know? So after it happened the second time I figured it was probably best if I just stayed inside you. That was okay, wasn't it?" "Yeah," I answered without giving it much thought. "I'm just glad that you didn't come in me. I really don't want to cheat on Ronny." "I know you don't, Jules. As far as everyone knows, we were just real close in there, okay?" "Okay," I said and smiled at him. Then I added, "What really surprised me was you taking off my bikini bottoms in the first place!" "Well, I was already naked and I figured that it would be strange for me to be nude but for you to keep your bottoms on during sex. I really didn't give it any forethought. It just seemed right at the time. Are you upset about it?" "No, no, you're right. It makes sense given that our characters were getting ready to have sex. It just took me by surprise." We said our goodnights and I went off to see Ronny. With all of the sexual activity I was quite worked up. Ronny got the benefit and we had fantastic sex that night. On Sunday we found out that we were still neck and neck with another play. John doubled the price, figuring that Saturday's performance was a knock-out. Sunday's show was quickly sold out. When I saw John on Sunday afternoon I was rather curious what changes he had planned for the hot tub scene. "What's the plan for tonight?" I asked him. "In terms of skin, I think the only thing left to do is complete nudity without any attempts to cover anything." I just stared back at him. He was right, of course. The audience had already seen my boobs and ass, and only my hand was covering my bush. Likewise, the audience had seen John's butt, and while he had tried to cover his cock, he really only partially succeeded. I slowly nodded and said, "Okay." I was still processing the idea of being on stage completely nude when he added, "I'm also going to have the pirates wait about ten minutes longer before running on stage to prolong the scene. Other than that, I think that's all we can do. The audience should love it." "Yeah, okay," I responded. John walked off to attend to other matters, leaving me still thinking about standing on stage naked with everyone staring at me. I finally considered John's other change of having the pirates come on stage ten minutes later. Ten minutes? It occurred to me that for those ten extra minutes I would certainly be getting bounced up and down on John's cock, just like last night. I was worried that ten extra minutes would bring John to climax, which is something I did not want to happen. After eating dinner I returned to the auditorium to see people setting up the cameras. They were, of course, recording this evening's performance to create a DVD, which is something that I had completely forgotten about. There were four cameras. One was in the center aisle, right in front of the stage. A second one was near the ceiling in the back of the auditorium. The third and fourth cameras were in the side aisles on raised platforms. The cameras did give me pause. Not only was I going to be standing naked on stage with a live audience but professional video cameras would be recording every moment of it. I couldn't believe that things had come this far. When the hot tub scene arrived, I tried to tune everything out. The cameras, the audience, everything. It worked for a bit. When I saw John pull down his shorts and stand, completely nude, facing the audience, it became impossible to pretend that the audience didn't exist because the audience was going crazy. It's not like John was enormously endowed or anything, but people seemed to enjoy the open nakedness. I'm sure some of the audience realized that I may follow suit. When it was my turn to strip off my bikini, my side was facing the audience. In one way that was good because I didn't have to look straight at a full auditorium of people. However, it did leave me looking straight at one of the cameras. I focused on the task at hand and reached behind my back to remove my bikini top. The audience again cheered loudly and it was difficult to pretend that they weren't there watching me. I realized that it was time to take off my bikini bottoms. The audience roared when they saw my thumbs slip inside the band of my bikini bottoms. I sucked in my breath and in one quick motion, pulled them down to my ankles. I quickly stepped out of them, stood back up and tossed them to the side. The crowd noise was deafening. I couldn't believe that I was standing completely naked in front of an audience with tons of pictures being taken and video cameras pointed straight at me. As loud as the crowd was, I knew that I needed to wait for it to calm down some before proceeding. So there I stood with my hands at my side with everyone staring at me. I knew it was going to take a few moments before I could proceed, so without moving too much, I started looking at the audience. Without turning my head I could only see the faces of perhaps 50 people. I almost died when I recognized a few of them. In the front row was Tom, a guy that had lived across the hall from me freshman year. A couple of rows back there was some guy from my old calculus study group. And then there was Dave, a guy that had asked me out maybe four or five times over the course of a couple of weeks before finally taking the hint that I wasn't interested. Now he was staring at my naked body. As I looked at the faces of others in the audience, I started to lose my focus. Person after person was just staring at me and I just needed to stand there and let them look. I finally couldn't take it anymore and let out a laugh before regaining my composure. After another minute or so of just standing there on display for all to see I figured it was time to continue. The audience was far from quiet, but I couldn't just remain there all night. I got in the hot tub and carried out my dialogue with John. As I started to head over to John, I began to panic. The plan was to have the pirates wait an additional ten minutes before coming on stage. I could see how it was going to go. I would sit down on his lap, he would enter me again and I would be bounced up and down on his cock with him inside me. Only now he would be pumping me, again and again, for over ten minutes while we waited for the pirates to run on stage. Would he be able to hold off and not come inside me? Would he even try to resist coming in me? I didn't want to cheat on Ronny and I was afraid that as soon as I sat down on his lap that it may be unavoidable. As I reached John I was desperately trying to figure out how to not sit down on his lap while not ruining the scene. Suddenly I found myself pulling John up and out of the tub instead. I hadn't given it any forethought and there was no plan about what we would do next. I just figured that whatever happened would have to be better than getting fucked by John in the hot tub. Since I instigated the deviation from the plan I knew that I needed to take charge. I pushed John down onto some matting that was intended to absorb water that splashed out of the hot tub. I slowly lowered my body onto his and kissed him deeply, giving us both a moment to think about the change in circumstances. I could feel his hard cock against me and suddenly realized that the entire audience could surely see that our genitals were pressed together. Suddenly John took command. He grabbed one of my boobs and started sucking on it. I briefly thought of Ronny and how I knew that he wasn't going to like this. But the sensations of the moment quickly made me forget all about Ronny. When John flipped me over onto my back I naturally spread my legs to allow John to be between them. I was getting lost in the moment. I wasn't thinking about the audience, or about Ronny or about what was going to happen next. John began rubbing my legs, and my ass, and my back and finally my breasts. It all felt so good. When he started sucking on my breasts again, I was in another world. He slowly started kissing his way down from my breasts to my stomach, getting nearer and nearer my pussy, teasing me. Finally his tongue hit my clit and I entered another dimension. His lips and tongue were fantastic, sliding all over me. I could feel an intense orgasm ready to erupt from me. I was getting so close. Then I realized where I was. I was on stage in front of tons of people. People were taking pictures. There were video cameras all around. Ronny was watching. I couldn't come. I wouldn't let myself. I stopped John cold. He looked confused and then a bit worried. I realized I was on the verge of ruining the whole scene. I again had to take charge, and so I guided him over onto his back. I kissed his stomach to resume the love-making. I was still incredibly aroused; I just didn't want to come on stage. I looked at his hard cock and grabbed it. John inhaled hesitantly as I stroked it a few times. When I saw his cock dripping with pre-come I knew I needed it in my mouth. I brought my lips to his head and sucked on it for a moment. Then I took more and more of his cock into my mouth and sucked him with a hunger I had never felt before. He tasted so good I didn't care if he came in my mouth; I was looking forward to swallowing all I could. I was so out of control. All of a sudden the pirates came rushing on stage. I didn't want to stop and continued momentarily sucking on him, but John started looking towards them and they were certainly a big distraction. I relented and let his cock flop out of my mouth. I could hear the audience reacting strongly to all of the action, but I was more concerned with getting my bearings. The pirates directed us to stand up and I obeyed instinctively. Before long John and I were both standing at the front of the stage totally naked, but I was still in a bit of a delirium. It wasn't until after the scene ended and I was off-stage before I finally regained the full use of my senses. People were congratulating me on a great scene, but I was both embarrassed and unsatisfied. I completed my remaining scenes in autopilot and was relieved when the curtains closed. John and I received quite an ovation, but I think we deserved it. When I saw Ronny I expected him to be angry. He had every right to be. Instead he was surprisingly quiet and I think still in a state of shock. I figured it was a good sign though that he wanted a copy of the DVD of the performance. It was a few weeks before the DVD of the performance was ready. Of course the cast got their copies before the ordered copies were sent out, and we all got together to view the DVD. I was pretty nervous about how I was going to look. I knew that I was out of control and that the result may not be very flattering. I really wasn't surprised that when I stripped for the hot tub scene, a couple of the cameras zoomed in and provided a long, close-up view of my naked body. On stage, even the front row was at least 20 feet away; on video it was like the view was from just a foot in front of me. One of the cameras kept panning over the audience, which I appreciated as I really didn't get much of an opportunity to gauge its reaction during the live performance. Through most of the scene, the cameras were zoomed in pretty close on our naked bodies. When John started licking and sucking me the cameras zoomed in even closer. Most of the time my genitalia were blocked by either my legs or John's head, but there were a few times when the cameras captured real close-up images of my pussy. I felt pretty embarrassed to be sitting in a room full of people with a close-up of my pussy on the screen. Thankfully there a lot of close-ups of John as well, so at least I wasn't the only one. It was also very embarrassing to have close-up video of me hungrily sucking on John's cock, especially when the video was high quality and the lighting was superb. When the pirates came rushing on stage both John and my reactions were rather hilarious. I looked shocked and in disbelief, while John looked to be in absolute agony over the interruption. The laughter in the room was good; it relieved some of my embarrassment. John's play did win and I was regularly given credit for that. The DVD sales went through the roof. Ronny and I broke up just a couple of months later. Afterwards, John and I did hook up to finish our unfinished business but it was a major letdown. It just didn't have the same intensity that it had up there on stage. Around campus I was a minor celebrity. Some girls turned up their noses at me but others gave me credit for my bravery. And of course guys were friendlier than ever before. I'm not sure if I'd do it again, but I don't have any regrets and it was definitely my most memorable college experience.

Georgia goes to University By Vanessa Evans Intro, Georgia is a 19 year old skinny little girl, only 150 cm tall with little AA cup breasts and light brown hair. She spent her school years in an all-girls boarding school and after an amazing gap year spent on her father’s yacht in Ibiza harbour, she has to go back to England to go to University, a condition of her father handing over his multi-million pound business to her when he retires. This story is about Georgia’s first few months in her new apartment and it will make a lot more sense if you read the original series ‘Georgia’ first. V Part 01 – I Settle into my Apartment. I hated having to come back to England, I’d had a totally awesome year on daddy’s yacht but I knew that I had to move on, to a more serious life. Pau loaded his car with all my belonging and drove me to Ibiza airport where I met daddy’s jet. It flew me to Bristol airport where daddy’s driver, James, was waiting to take me and my belongings to the apartment that daddy had rented for me to spend the next 3 years in. Before going to Ibiza James had taught me some of the finer points of sex and, in a small way, he is responsible for my passion for nudity and exhibitionism. I’d left all the details of getting me some accommodation to daddy, well his staff, so I was ‘flying blind’ as the car pulled up at the multi-story block of apartments. It is quite modern looking, quite close to the centre of town, the university and has a parking garage underneath to which James obviously had the means to open the gate. When I went into the reception area I was met by a middle-aged man, the concierge, Charles, who explained that he provided all the residents with security and any other needs that they may have. Whilst James carried all my belonging in I asked Charles how many residents there were in the block and was told that there were another 7, 2 apartments on each of the 4 stories above the ground floor that housed a shared lounge, a little workout room, sauna, shower, and a small swimming pool. Charles told me not to worry about the big windows in the walls near the swimming pool because they were covered in a one-way film. From inside you could see out but from the outside all you could see was a big mirror. Charles also told me that the other 7 residents were all starting their first year at the University so all are around my age. He didn’t say it, but all 7 must have wealthy parents otherwise they wouldn’t be there. I just hoped that some of the guys would be cute and that none of the girls would be snooty like some of the girls at school who had rich parents. Charles asked me for my phone and within seconds he had installed an app that he showed me how to use to open both the building front door, the parking garage and my apartment. Then he led me to the lift saying that he’d bring my luggage up later. The lift stopped on the third floor and turning right I saw the door to the apartment where I would spend most of the next 3 years. I used the app to open the door and we walked in. I smiled as I mentally compared the spacious apartment to the size of the interior of the yacht where I had spent most of the previous year. Charles left and I decided to have a wander round to get to know the place, but before I did that I took my dress off leaving me naked, having been restricted by clothes for the last 5 hours. The place is huge compared to what I later discovered most student accommodation is, a large lounge area with white leather sofa and oak table and chairs, a massive flat screen TV on the wall and an oak coffee table that had a laptop on it. When I lifted the lid I saw a piece of paper with username and password for me on it. “Good old daddy.” I thought. There was also a little booklet, presumably from Charles, that contained all sorts of information about both the building and the university that he thought I might need. I smiled when I saw the contact details of an escort agency and wondered who, in that building, would need something like that. Surely they could go to Charles to get absolutely anything that they wanted. I was already planning to ask Charles where I could find a strip club where I could go to show-off my cute little body. In 1 corner of the lounge is a kitchen area with more appliances and equipment than I would ever use. When I opened the fridge I saw that it was fully stocked with enough food to last me a month. I smiled as I wondered how much of the fresh food I would have to throw out as I definitely wasn’t planning to cook a lot of meals. On the other side of the lounge is 2 doors which I suspected I would never close, one leading to a bathroom with a huge walk-in shower. The other door led to the bedroom with a bed big enough to sleep 4 or 5 people. There were pink, silk sheets on it. When I opened the wardrobes I saw a large selection of clothes and shoes for all occasions and weather, and a note from Celeste, daddy’s seamstress, telling me to phone her if she had over-looked anything. Celeste really does know what sort of clothes I like and has made just about everything that I have worn since I left school. Then there was the windows, large ones in both the lounge and the bedroom. I looked out and saw an office block and what looked like a student accommodation block. Between them I could see across the city. Both windows had blinds and curtains but I could never see me closing them. I looked across to the office block and could see people working. In the student accommodation I could see a topless girl in 1 room and a naked man with an erection in another. If I could see them, then they could see me, I smiled and decided that I’d setup my sybian in front of the lounge window. I got myself a drink and sat on the couch looking out of the window, playing with my pussy and thinking that the place had potential. The effects of the O-Shot were still working well and I was just recovering from my second strong orgasm when my phone rang. I answered the facetime call from my father who was calling to welcome me back to England and to ask me what I thought of the apartment. I gave him a quick video tour, making sure to linger at each mirror so that he could see that I was naked. When I showed him the view out of my lounge window he smiled and said that he hoped that I could get the voyeurs that I wanted. I love my daddy. I was feeling good so I decided to go for a walk to look at the facilities in the building before settling in and getting myself something to eat. There would not be any more walking over to the café totally naked to get Manuel to get me some food. Reluctantly, I went to the wardrobes and got out an ultra short skirt and see-through top, put them on, grabbed my phone and left the apartment. I decided to walk down the stairs to the ground floor and easily found the shared lounge, workout room, sauna and swimming pool. The workout room had 5 machines in it and a few mats for floor exercises. It reminded me of the workout room that I went to in Ibiza town but without the audience. There was no one in any of the facilities and the sauna was switched off so I decided to go for a quick swim to see what the water was like, hoping that it would be as warm as the sea around Ibiza. I guessed that the other occupant of the apartments were either registering at the university, hadn’t arrived yet or were settling in to their apartments. I took the skirt, top and shoes off and dived in. It wasn’t quite as warm as the sea around Ibiza but it was pleasant enough for me to know that I’d be back there quite soon. Just as I was getting out Charles walked in, looked at me and smiled. “Charles,” I said, “I’m not breaking any building rules am I?” “No madam, just so long as no damage is done you can do almost anything that you like. May I get you a towel?” “Good to know Charles, and please, it’s Georgia, and yes, a towel would be nice, England isn’t as warm as Ibiza.” “You’ve been living in Ibiza Georgia?” “Only for the last year, I took a gap year after finishing at school.” “Very nice Georgia.” “Where is everyone? Am I the only resident here?” “Three have moved in but they are all out at the moment, the other 4 are due to arrive later today or tomorrow.” Just then Charles’s phone beeped and he looked at it. “Ah, Mr. Stoddard is back, he’s just let himself in. Oh, as an extra level of security, a presence detector in reception activates a camera whenever the outside doors are opened and the video stream is sent to my phone.” “The security here sounds good Charles.” “Looking after the residents is what I get paid for and I like to do my best.” “Well thank you Charles, I’m sure that I will feel safe here.” “I have taken all your belonging up to your apartment Georgia.” “Thank you Charles.” By then I’d used the towel to dry myself and handed it back to Charles’s waiting hand. Instead of putting my clothes on I just picked them and my phone up and left the pool area. I headed for the stairs and went up to my floor. As I left the stairwell I heard the lift ping and the doors opened. A slightly shocked Mr. Stoddard (presumably) stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the naked me. “Well this is a pleasant surprise.” Mr. Stoddard said. “Hi, I’m Georgia, just moved into that apartment and decided to go for a quick swim.” “Well Georgia, I’m Ben Stoddard and I guess that we are now neighbours, I live in the other apartment on this floor. Can I interest you in a welcoming drink?” “You can, your place or mine?” “Well I invited you so it should really be my place. You can get dressed in my bathroom if you like.” “Thank you, but you’ve already seen me naked so I can’t see the point of putting my clothes back on just to take them off again when I get back to my apartment.” “You like being naked in your apartment do you, I’ll have to come and borrow a cup of sugar sometime.” “I don’t even know if I’ve got any sugar yet, I only had a quick look around the kitchen area when I arrived a couple of hours ago.” By that time, Ben had opened his door and was holding it open for me. “Wow, this place looks identical to mine, except that I bet that you haven’t got pink silk sheets on your bed.” “Blue actually.” Ben replied as he went over to his fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. “This okay?” He asked. We sat on the sofa talking about the things that you would expect new student building mates to talk about, and after about 15 minutes Ben asked me if I was embarrassed about being naked with a man who I’d only met a few minutes ago. “Not at all, I’ve just spent a year in Ibiza where most girls wear very little all the time and I was the only person on daddy’s yacht most of the time and I spent a lot of time at the nude beaches.” “Well we haven’t got a beach here but we do have a swimming pool, maybe you could go skinny dipping.” “Already have, and I plan to go again quite often.” “Maybe you could join me Ben.” “Maybe.” The conversation changed to my gap year in Ibiza and some of the less adventurous things that I’d done. “So daddy’s rich then is he?” Ben asked. “Yes, and I guess that your daddy is rich as well, your average student couldn’t afford to live here.” “Do you know what it costs to rent these apartments?” “Not a clue, daddy takes care of it. So how much does it cost?” “Not a clue, daddy takes care of it.” Ben replied and we both laughed. We talked some more then I told Ben that Charles had told me that the other residents should all be here later that day or tomorrow. “Good, let’s arrange a party for Saturday night, downstairs in the lounge.” “I’m up for that.” I replied. “Right, sorted,” Ben replied and picked up his phone and called Charles to tell him. “Would you like me to tell the other residents and get some snacks and drinks in sir?” “Thank you Charles, that would be good.” Ben terminated the call then I said, “Do you really let Charles call you sir? I told him to call me Georgia.” “I guess that it is a bit snobbish, we had a butler called Charles but you’re right, I’ll put him straight the next time that I see him.” “At school there was a few girls that had rich parents and they were so snobbish that they got ignored most of the time. I hope that the other residents aren’t like that.” I said. “Me too, but if one of them is we’ll gang up on them and put them straight.” “That could be fun if it’s a girl, you guys could rape her over and over until she breaks and turns into a nymphomaniac.” “Wow Georgia, is that what happened to you?” “No, it just comes naturally to me.” “So how long will it be before you rape me?” “I don’t think that it could be called rape, do you?” “No, you’re right there.” Part of me wanted to jump on Ben right there and then but I had things to do so I reluctantly got up and told Ben that I was leaving. I walked out, deliberately leaving my skirt and top in Ben’s apartment. I looked at the couple of trunks and cases and wondered how I’d accumulated so much living on a yacht in Ibiza harbour and wearing nothing for 95 percent of the time. I got stuck in and soon had everything where I wanted it. The last thing that I unboxed was my sybian. I took it over to the window, put it down where I wanted it, then cursed because the power lead wasn’t long enough and it had the wrong type of plug on it. I picked up my phone and called Charles. Ten minutes later Charles knocked on my door. When I opened it he was holding a lead and adaptor. When he saw what I wanted it for he smiled but said nothing, even when he switched it on to check that everything was working. He watched the dildo vibrate and go round in a little circle a couple of times then switched it off. “There you are Georgia, you can enjoy yourself now. Shall I take the trunks and cases down to the storage room for you?” “Good idea, I won’t be needing them for 3 years so thank you.” It took him 2 trips to take them all down and when he came back for the second lot I was riding the sybian with my back to him. I heard him but only saw his reflection in the window as an orgasm got close to arriving. One long, strong orgasm later, I switched the sybian off and got to my feet and scanned the 2 big buildings in front of me. Unfortunately I couldn’t see anyone looking my way. I went to the kitchen area, got a drink and something to eat and went and sat on the sofa and opened the laptop. I’d seen a WhatsApp group’s details in Charles’ information pack so I logged on and was pleased to see photographs and Bio’s of all 8 residents in the block. I looked at mine and wondered who had set it up and where they had got the photograph from. It was of me in my long, black, favourite formal dress. Studying it I realised 2 things, firstly it looked only slightly see-through and secondly, it was taken at the hotel where I first wore it. I couldn’t remember seeing anyone take that photo. The Bio was brief and I suppose accurate, but not very informative. I decided that I’d have to change that sometime. Then I started looking at the other residents photos and information. I was pleased to see that all 7 couldn’t be called fat or ugly and all said that they were fun loving. “A good start.” I thought. I posted a welcome message and added details of the welcome party on the Saturday. After that I decided to search for some new sex toys, it was going to be much easier getting them now that I was back in England. I found a remote controlled vibrator that the write-up said was waterproof and could be controlled from a phone, and over the internet. Using daddy’s black amex card I ordered 1 and a backup 1, I didn’t want to be without if 1 failed. The Wi-Fi signal was so good in the apartment that I explored a few websites and found one cam-girl’s site where girls were using a vibrator like the ones that I’d just ordered and I took a break from shopping to bring myself off, again, to the thoughts of some dirty old man at the other side of the world controlling it and making me cum, whilst watching me on their computers. I bookmarked the site as I thought about creating an account and becoming a cam-girl. The other thing about the vibrators that I’d ordered is that they have external evidence, a flexible, purple antenna, sticking out of your vagina. Wearing my ultra short skirts people would be able to see the antenna hanging down. That appealed to me. I also ordered a few other items, most with next day delivery. Some of the items were for girls who had their nipples pierced. Mine aren’t pierced but I’d thought about getting them done for a while and I planned on asking Charles where a good pace would be to get them done. It was dark outside by the time that I stopped using the computer so I had a good look around outside and saw that the office building was about deserted but quite a few students had turned their light on but not bothered to close their curtains. I could see 4 or 5 of them, girls and boys, in various states of undress, 1 girl totally naked on her bed with legs spread and a hand very busy at her crotch. I smiled and decided to leave my curtains open all the time, and the light on whenever I was home, giving anyone who cared to look over to my apartment a sort of reality show as I go about my life at home. I decided to do the same in my bedroom and sleep, naked, on top of my bed so that they could watch me as I slept. I found the thermostat for the apartment and turned it up a few degrees. I knew that I had to go to the university in the morning to register for my course, and to sort a few other things, so I got out the envelope that James had given me and checked all the details. Yes, James was right, and from a look at the list I reckoned that I’d be there for a few hours. Then I looked at the weather forecast on my laptop and was happy to see that it was going to be a warm, dry day. I went and looked through the wardrobes for something to wear and decided on a lightweight, very short skater skirt and a tank top. The top should show-off my nipples quite well and the skirt should give lots of flashes of what was under it, especially as it forecast light breeze . Then I had a shower and went to bed. I woke up with a wet pussy and my right hand cupping it. I had never had found out if I masturbate in my sleep and decided that I’d order a motion activated webcam for the bottom of my bed and link it to some software on my laptop that would record the video only when the camera was activated. I was going to get an answer to my question once and for all. Then I turned my head and looked out of the window. Dozens of people were at work in the office block and quite a few student’s room had activity in them. I saw 1 young man staring out of his window but I didn’t think that he was looking my way. I had this silly idea of getting some flashing strobe lights to attract people’s attention but quickly thought that that was going a little too far, I was sure that I’d find plenty of opportunities to be seen naked, maybe find a club like the one in Ibiza where I could strip and make myself cum for the customers. I showered, put a little make-up on, had some coffee then put on the clothes that I’d got out the night before. I was pleased to see that the skirt was as short and floaty as I had hoped. I did a couple of twirls in front of the mirror and was pleased to get a flash of my slit and butt. “Good old Celeste.” I thought. Then, to finish off my outfit for the day, I dug out my vibrating egg, put fresh batteries in it, set on ‘rapid random’, and pushed it into my wet vagina. I’d thought about adding random Electric shocks but decided against that on my first day. Checking myself in the mirror again, I picked up my phone and bag and left my apartment. “Good morning Charles.” I said when I got down to reception. “Good morning Georgia. It’s a lovely day out, a little breezy perhaps but otherwise very pleasant. Do you have everything in your apartment that you need? Is there anything that I can get for you?” “Ah yes, now that you mention it, can you get me some AA and AAA batteries, I’m nearly out of them. Can I settle up with you when I get back?” “No need Georgia, I’ll just add them to your account and whoever pays that will pay me for them.” “That would be my father’s company. I’m told that the accounts department is quite efficient.” “They have been so far; well have a good day Georgia.” “Thank you Charles.” I quickly discovered that the breeze in England isn’t as warm as the breeze in Ibiza, but it wasn’t cold, and it tickled my wet pussy perhaps even more that a warmer Mediterranean breeze. As I looked at my phone to check which way I had to go I noticed my skirt flying up a couple of times but I did nothing about it and around 10 minutes later I was walking into the main entrance of the university. I stood there looking around and trying to workout where to go when an older, male student in a yellow T shirt came over to me and asked me if I was a freshman. When I said that I was he told me to relax and that the place wasn’t as intimidating as it looked. He was nice and had a friendly voice so I guess that I did relax a little, but not my protruding nipples, and he was looking at them. I smiled at him and he smiled back then he started to explain what I had to do on my first day there and he offered to show me where I had to go. “Thank you, that would be nice, this place is quite big.” “Yes, but you’ll soon feel at home here. By the way, I like your outfit, you look good in it.” “Thank you.” I replied just as the egg burst into life making me shudder. “Are you okay Georgia?” He said as I picked up the sticker with my name on it. “Yes thank you, nothing to worry about. Where to now?” “One of these tables along here, it depends upon which course you are on.” I told him then he took me to the right table then left me telling me that the man sat at the table would explain what I had to do next. Just before he walked away he said that he hoped to see me around. I smiled and turned to the man at the table who’s eyes were glued to my chest. “Err yes young lady, what is your course and name please?” I smiled at him then told him. For the next couple of hours I was shunted from 1 place to another, filling in forms and answering all sorts of questions, a couple of which I had to phone daddy to get the answers to. Then I was sent to a place that was obviously the student’s union where they handed out goodies and tried to get me to sign-up for a variety of optional things including parties and music gigs that didn’t sound very exciting. I passed on everything that was offered then decided that I needed to find a quiet place to go through everything that I had done so far and what I still needed to do. I decided that I wouldn’t find a quiet place anywhere around there so I headed out and to a coffee shop that I’d passed on the way there. On the way out my egg reminded me that it was still there, then the breeze outside reminded me that my skirt was ultra short and that my pussy wasn’t covered. In the coffee shop I ordered a cappuccino and a muffin and went and went to a table and chair where I could look out of the big glass window. Flopping down on the chair I felt the cold wood of the chair on my bare backside. I smiled and looked down at my skirt. My knees were well apart but I couldn’t see my slit, but I guessed that anyone outside who looked in would be able to see it. I didn’t care and took a sip of my cappuccino before looking at all the official looking documents that I’d been given and the documents that James had left with me. Twenty minutes later I’d just decided that I’d done everything that I needed to do, and had finished my coffee and muffin when I heard a man’s voice say, “Wow Georgia, that’s one hell of a show that you’re putting on.” “What the fuck.” I started to say as I turned my head and saw Ben and another guy. “Georgia this is Matt, the guy under you, Matt, this is Georgia, the girl on top of you. Apartments that is, do you know just how much you are showing everyone out there?” I stood up and put my right hand out to shake Matt’s. “Pleased to meet and see you Georgia.” “Pleased to meet you too Matt, and I’m sure that you’ll be seeing a lot more of me quite soon.” “I hope so.” “So, looking at that skirt I guess that you knew that you were flashing half of Bristol Georgia.” Ben said. “Didn’t even think about it Ben. I liked the skirt so I put it on this morning, end of.” I lied. “And then forgot to put any knickers on.” Ben said. “Oh, I never wear knickers, or a bra, not that I’ve got anything to put in a bra.” “You have from what I can see Georgia.” Matt said, “You need a bra to hide those.” “Maybe I don’t want to hide them.” “Then I look forward to seeing them quite often.” Matt replied. I decided to change the subject and I sat down asking them if they fancied a coffee. Matt and Ben looked at each other then said that they did. Ben went to get 3 coffees whilst Matt sat nearly opposite me. “So Matt, brief details about yourself and we can properly get to know each other better at the party on Saturday, Charles has told you about it hasn’t he, or you could get from under me and come up and see me or I could get off the top of you and go down on you. I think that I have some coffee or wine in my apartment.” Matt was grinning at me and looking at my bare legs. I didn’t think that he’d be able to see my slit but there again, if what Ben had said was true he’d already have seen more than my slit. After a short pause Matt started telling me a couple of basics about himself. Ben arrived back with the coffees and I started telling Matt a few details about me. The coffees were long gone by the time the guys finished getting me to tell them a few things about my time in Ibiza. Only the non-revealing bits of course, the rest would wait until I knew them better. All the time that we were talking, the guys were looking at either my legs or my chest. I didn’t think that they could see my slit, unlike the people passing by outside, but maybe they could. My egg kept making it’s presence known which kept me quite wet, but neither guy commented on my expressions each time it burst into life. Maybe that was because their eyes weren’t looking at my face that often. When we got up to leave I asked the guys if they had done everything at the university and when they said that they had we headed back to the apartments with me leading and the guys following. As we got there, Ben said, “You do realise that your skirt was blowing up in the breeze don’t you Georgia?” “No, I didn’t, the material so light that I can’t even feel it. Anyway, I’m sure that I can trust my neighbours not to look if I was unfortunate to have a wardrobe malfunction.” “Of course you can Georgia.” They both said, but we all knew that they were lying and that they’d had a good look at my bare butt, a few other people as well probably.” Charles greeted us all, telling us that all 8 residents had now arrived and that he’d told them about the party. He also handed me a package and I smiled as I thanked him, guessing that I knew what it was. The guys headed for the lift but I kept going to the stairwell. When I saw that they’d stopped I said, “Come on guys, exercise is good for you.” “If it’s exercise you want Georgia you should go to the workout room or the swimming pool.” Matt said. “That’s an idea,” I replied, who fancies a swim?” They both said that they did and I wondered if it was because I was going and Ben had told Matt that I had been skinny dipping. We agreed to meet in the pool in 20 minutes. In my apartment I ripped open the package and found the 2 vibrators. I was eager to try them but I didn’t have the time right then and wished that I’d told the guys an hour but I hadn’t. I looked in the rest of the package and found some of the other things that I’d ordered, but they too would have to wait. I stripped naked, squeezed my egg out and switched it off then had a good look out of the window hoping to see someone looking my way. I didn’t and thought that I really would have to find a way of attracting their eyes. Picking up my phone I left the apartment and went down the stairs to the ground floor. I could hear water splashing and guessed that the guys had beaten me there, but I was wrong, it was a girl swimming lengths. I stood and watched until she stopped and looked up. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Roxy, fourth floor on the right.” “Hey, Georgia, third floor on the right, pleased to meet you.” “Is the nudity compulsory or optional?” “Optional.” I replied, “but I never wear a costume when swimming. Is that a problem for you Roxy?” “Hell no, I’ll soon get rid of these tight things.” “There might just be 2 guys coming here in a minute,” I said, “and they agreed to go skinny dipping.” “Nice, I look forwards to that.” Roxy said as her bikini top came flying out of the pool closely followed by her bottoms. I put my phone down and dived in, surfacing next to Roxy then we started the usual conversation about ourselves. Then Roxy asked me if I’d found the water inlet pipe. “No, why?” “Well the water comes into the pool at quite a pressure and it feel nice between your legs, and that was when I had my bikini bottoms on.” I didn’t get the chance to ask Roxy because 2 naked guys walked into the room. Both with semi-erections. “Wow, cute.” Roxy said. They both dived in, swam over to us and I introduced everyone. “I thought that you might be joking about the skinny dipping.” Matt said while Ben and Roxy were talking. “Hell no, I thought that you would have gathered that after a year in Ibiza I don’t like wearing clothes unless I really have to, and a private swimming pool certainly isn’t public, besides, I don’t own a bikini, well nothing like what Roxy has just taken off.” We continued talking for a while, then swimming for a while, then we got out and sat on the loungers. No one tried to hide any parts of their body and I was sort of pleased to see that Roxy’s tits weren’t much bigger than mine and that she was as bald as I was. After a while Matt said that he had to go because he was going out that evening for a drink. Then he asked us if we wanted to join him. “So where are you going Matt?” Ben asked. “A gentlemen’s club that a mate has told me about.” “A gentlemen’s club, does it have lap dancers and strippers?” Roxy asked. “I believe that it does but I’ve never been there before. Why, will you give me a lap dance Roxy?” “Maybe.” “What about you Georgia?” “The last lap dance that I gave went a lot further than is legal in this country.” I replied. “Hmm, interesting, I’ll look forward to that. So are you 3 coming?” After a slight pause we all said that we were in, Roxy adding that she didn’t have to be up that early in the morning. “Okay, let’s meet in reception as 9 pm.” We all agreed then got up and headed to the stairs. No one appearing to be bothered that we were all still naked. Back in my room I put all the light on then checked the time and decided that I had time to read the instructions for my new vibrators. After seeing the web page I had great hopes and I wasn’t disappointed. I slid it into my vagina and switched it on. OMG, I’d thought that the vibrations that my egg gave me were quite strong, but, even on low, the purple thing was turning my insides to jelly, well that’s what it felt like. I collapsed onto the sofa and left it running for about a minute before I felt the first feelings of an orgasm building deep inside me. I slid my finger up my phone and the vibrations increased, so much so that I couldn’t stop my body from jerking about, if I hadn’t of been on the sofa I would have collapsed onto the floor. I let the vibrator have it’s way with me and the orgasm that had been building exploded out of me with my body still jerking about uncontrollably. Somehow, I managed to slide my finger down my phone and my body relaxed. “Fuck that was good.” I thought, “I wonder if it can be set to give me an electric shock as well.” After a minute or so relaxing, I got up and found the instructions manual. I couldn’t find any reference to electric shocks so I opened my laptop and googled it. I found a couple that would and ordered the one that I liked the best. I just hoped that it would never malfunction and kill me. I laughed as I thought that it would be a good way to go, a vibrator pleasuring my pussy then electric shocking me to death. I pulled the vibrator out of my vagina then sat there relaxing, I looked up at the monster TV on the wall and I wondered if I could cast the laptop screen to the TV. The thought of watching a porn video, or better still, using the laptop’s webcam to video me in the throws of an intense orgasm onto the TV, really appealed to me so I started searching for a way to do it. It wasn’t that difficult and I soon saw an image of my naked body up on the TV. I played with the webcam features and zoomed in on my pussy then I started doing kegel exercises and watched what my pussy was doing. I started rubbing my clit and watched a giant version of my hand bring the giant version of my pussy to another orgasm. Pleased with myself, I looked for, and found a way of recording a video of what the webcam was seeing. It was a happy Georgia that went to the fridge for a bite to eat before going to get ready for my first night on the town of Bristol. I decided on to recycle my yellow dress, the one that I’d worn in Ibiza a few times, the one that has lots of cuts in it, some in very strategic positions making it very obvious that I have nothing on under it. Celeste had had the foresight to send me some matching yellow heels but not a yellow clutch bag so I chose a black bag. After looking at myself in the mirrors, and satisfied that my nipples could easily escape and that with just a bit of twisting, my slit would be visible, I went and stood in my big window and said to myself, “Here I am guys, do you like it?” Unfortunately, I couldn’t see anyone in either building looking my way. I checked the time then headed out. Roxy was down in reception talking to Charles and I was pleased to see that she was also wearing a very short dress, and the way she was leaning over the table pointing to something for Charles, I could tell that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, her bald slit was visible to anyone behind her. Saying hello to both of them, then complimenting Roxy on her outfit, Charles told me that another package had arrived for me. “Hmm, more toys to play with tomorrow.” I thought. The lift pinged and out walked Ben, then Matt appeared from the stairs. Both young men complimented both Roxy and me on our outfits. “Are you trying to smooth talk your way into my knickers guys, because it won’t work.” “Aren’t you wearing any then?” Matt asked. Roxy didn’t answer him. “You can leave your bags if you like girls,” Matt said, “daddy is paying for tonight.” I never object if a man offers to pay for me so I handed my bag to Charles and asked him to look after it for me. Roxy did the same. “Do we need a taxi Matt?” Ben asked. “No, it’s quite close, unless you girls can’t walk in those shoes.” “I’m good.” Roxy said, closely by me saying the same. With Charles telling us to enjoy ourselves we stepped out of the door onto the street. I’d forgotten how chilly it can be on an evening in September in England and I felt my nipples expand and feel the cold, but Matt had said that it wasn’t far so off we set, Roxy and me linking arms in front and Ben and Matt behind navigating and looking at our butts. I wondered if they could see my butt crack through one of the cuts in the material. I glanced down at Roxy’s chest and saw that her nipples had also reacted to the temperature. When we got to the gentlemen’s club I was a pleased to see that it looked quite good from the outside. Matt led us in and he and Ben sorted things out before a young woman wearing a skirt nearly as short as mine, and a top that showed a lot of her large tits, led us to a table then went and got the drinks that Matt had ordered, 2 bottles of champagne. My dress rose up as I sat and it was my bare butt that sat on the chair, legs not crossed. Anyone in front of me would be able to see my slit. What’s more Roxy sat the same way but neither Matt nor Ben would be able to see our slits. I looked around and saw that the place was quite smart. I compared it to the club that I’d worked in in Ibiza but this club was in a different league as far as décor was concerned. I wondered if this club put on shows like the one in Ibiza did, and if I could get a job there. I wondered if I should tell my new mates about the club in Ibiza and the fact that I’d got a job as as stripper there. “I’ve booked a private room for later.” Matt said. “So what’s in a private room?” Roxy asked. “I’ve booked a couple of strippers to give us lap dances.” “Blood hell,” Roxy said, “we could have done that for you.” “You still can if you like, but let’s watch a show and dance a bit first, loosen us up a bit.” Matt replied. We were sat quite close to the little stage and quite soon a girl wearing only a thong came on and started dancing on one of the poles that was there. “I want to learn how to do that.” I said. “You want to be a pole dancer?” Ben asked. “Well I want to learn how to do it in front of an audience.” “Ah, Georgia the exhibitionist, now I understand.” Ben replied. “I wouldn’t mind learning.” Roxy said. “Maybe we could ask if the university if there is a pole dancing club.” “Good idea.” I replied watching the girl swing her legs wide open and imagining that it was me – without the thong. Shortly after the girl finished there was a show on the stage. It was okay, but not as revealing as the shows in Ibiza, and I said so. “So the girls got totally naked in Ibiza.” Matt asked. “Yes we did, and more.” “More! Do you mean that they were actual sex shows where the girls got fucked.” “Yes, by men and machines, it was nice.” “Hang on a minute Georgia,” Ben said, “you just said ‘yes WE did’. Does that mean that you got up there and stripped with the other dancers?” “I was one of the dancers for a while, I’ve got my dancer’s I.D. card to prove it.” “So did you take part in the sex shows as well?” Matt asked. “Yes I did.” “And get fucked by men AND machines?” Ben added. “Yes I did.” “Wow!” Matt said, “I never would have thought.” “I would.” Ben said, “our little Georgia is a right little exhibitionist and nymphomaniac aren’t you?” I said nothing, but I did smile. I also looked at Roxy and could swear that she looked jealous. More champagne arrived and I caught the waitress looking between my legs. I smiled when she looked up to my face and she smiled back. Shortly after that a man in a suit came over and told Matt that our room was ready. I wasn’t sure that I knew what was going to happen in that room but I guessed that it involved nudity of some sort but I didn’t know by whom. The room had 3 leather sofas in it, each backed up to a wall without the door, there were no windows there but I was sure that I could see a camera in the frame of one of the tasteful pictures of naked women on the walls. There was quiet music playing in the background. I was just about to ask what happens next when the door opened and 2 girls wearing just thongs walked in, each carrying a bottle of champagne and glasses. The gave each of us a glass and bent over to fill them, giving the person in front of them a great view of their dangling tits and the person behind them a great view of their butts and partially covered pussies, the thongs having ‘accidentally’ slipped between their vulva lips. Champagne served, they started dancing and gyrating their bodies in the middle of the room. As soon as Matt put his glass down one of the girls went over to him, straddled his legs and pushed her tits into his face. Whilst doing that I saw her butt gyrating on his lap. Ben put his glass down and the other girl did the same to him. After a couple of minutes, both girls got up and swapped places. As they started gyrating their butts on the guy’s cocks I realised that my knees had drifted apart and I was idly rubbing my pussy. Not stopping, I looked over to Roxy and saw that she was doing the same. After another couple of minutes, the girls got up again, dropped their thongs and swapped guys again, but this time, instead of straddling them facing them, they had their backs to the guys faces and it wasn’t hips gyrating, they were dry-humping the guys. The 2 girls were in a sort of trance, staring at the wall above Roxy and me. I wondered if they were on drugs or something and did it really take drugs for them to enjoy that sort of action. Another couple of minutes later and the girls got up and turned to face the guys. Before they straddled them they unfastened the guys trousers and got out their hard cocks. When they straddled them again it wasn’t dry humping any more, they were fucking for real. Needless to say that both Roxy and I were getting more and more turned on and the idle rubbing was rapidly becoming furious rubbing. I reached my climax first, quickly followed by Roxy. When I opened my eyes, the 2 girls had got off the guys and were on their knees between the guys, sucking and licking the cocks. I smiled and wondered if their climax was as good as mine was. Before they left, the girls topped up our glasses and asked if we’d like any more. I laughed as I wondered if they meant the champagne or the sex. “Well that was fun.” Matt said when the girls were gone. “So what made you think that Georgia and I wouldn’t be offended by you making us watch that?” Roxy asked. “The conversations that we’ve had, the fact that you were skinny dipping with us, the clothes that you nearly wore to come out with us, the fact that you were both jilling off whilst those whores were doing that, shall I go on?” “No, I was just asking, and I’m pleased that we watched you, and pleased that you watched us, a result all round I call it, what about you Georgia?” “Well I think that it’s about time that you 2 guys go off your butts and started eating our pussies.” Roxy and I sat up, pulled our dresses off then perched our butts on the front edge of the sofa and leaned back as Matt and Ben got up and got between our spread knees. Roxy and I were just getting to the point of no return when the door opened and one of the girls, wearing her thong, came in with another bottle of champagne. Thankfully, neither guy stopped as the girl put the bottle down and left. Two orgasms and another glass of champagne later, I told the guys to drop their trousers and get on their backs on one of the sofas. They didn’t need telling twice and soon, Ben’s cock was half way down my throat then all of the way up my vagina. I rode him to another orgasm before leaning back on my arms then slowly feeling him go soft inside me. After a few minutes rest and the rest of the champagne, Roxy and I swapped places and round 2 of the throat and vagina fucking started and eventually finished with all 4 of us cumming again. I think that by then, all of us just wanted to go back to our apartments and when Matt suggested it we all agreed. Clothes were put back on and we made our way out onto the street where the cold hit us again. “Carry me.” Roxy said, possibly wanting to get some heat from one of the guy’s body. Matt volunteered to give her a piggy-back and up she jumped. I smiled as I saw how her bare butt and pussy were exposed and asked Ben if he’d carry me. “This should be easy,” Ben said bending down a little so that it was easier for me to jump up, “you’re about the size of a 10 or 12 year old girl.” I jumped up and when Ben caught me his arms went round the back of my legs and his fingers found their way to my pussy. “That’s nice.” I said as he started walking. All too soon we were back at the apartments and Ben was lowering me to the ground, my dress not going down as quick as my body, much to the delight of a couple of young men who had been following us. Matt had already put Roxy down and was using his phone to open the door. Inside there was no sign of Charles but our bags and my parcel were on his desk so we grabbed them and headed to the lift. Matt got off at the second floor leaving Ben and me going up to the third floor and Roxy to the fourth. Ben turned to me whist the lift was still moving and reached down to the hem of my dress. He pulled it up and off me saying that he was just helping me get ready for bed. “Can’t wait for a bit of fun.” Roxy said as she watched what Ben was doing to me. Ben and I went our separate ways with me shouting that I’d leave my door unlocked just in case he wanted to come and wake me up the nicest possible way. “Nice.” I heard Roxy say as the lift doors closed. In my apartment I felt secure enough to not lock my door so I didn’t, then threw my dress, parcel and bag onto the sofa. I looked out of the window and saw that most of the lights were off in the office block. In the student accommodation it looked like a boy was fucking a girl up against a window and I also saw a naked girl frigging on her bed. “That’s better, but look over here next time.” I said to no one in particular as I turned and walked to the bathroom. ******

Georgia 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 02 I must have slept through my alarm because I woke up to the sight of daddy looking down at my naked body. I smiled and said, “Good morning daddy; sorry, I set my alarm but it didn’t go off. I’ll be down in 2 minutes; okay.” Daddy was just stood there staring at my naked body and I wasn’t sure that he’d heard me. “DADDY.” “Oh yes, sorry Georgia; right, down in 2, okay?” He turned and walked out. I smiled, closed my legs, swung them to the side of my bed and decided that I wasn’t going to shut my bedroom door ever again. “Well, at least he didn’t scold me for sleeping naked; maybe he liked what he saw.” I though as I went and had a quick shower before putting a skirt and top on and running downstairs. As soon as daddy had left I ran back upstairs and shed my clothes, I wanted to spend the day totally naked. Then I remembered that I had to go and sort out a dress. “How could the woman make a dress in 2 days?” I thought. I put my Driver’s number in my Contacts and phoned him. One hour later a big Mercedes pulled-up outside the house and I walked out to greet him wearing just a pair of heels and a thin, skater type micro dress. James is quite cute so I told him that I’d be travelling in the front passenger seat. When he rushed round to open the door for me I got in in a very un-ladylike way and lingered with my legs spread wide, one floor in the car and the other still on the gravel, hoping that he was looking. He was, I saw him when I looked up to his face to thank him. He smiled and shut the door as I lifted my leg in. James is quite a nice person and easy to talk to; quite witty as well. As we talked I relaxed and looked down at my legs. They were bare right up the top. I didn’t think that he could see my pussy, even when I let my legs drift open. “Relax Georgia; I haven’t got a camera under the dash.” James said. Feeling comfortable and brave I replied, “You don’t want to see my pussy then James.” “Already have Georgia; you gave me a great view when you got in the car, remember? Are you normally such an exhibitionist or was it just for me?” “No, err yes, it was for you; I’ve just left an all girls boarding school and I’m experimenting.” “Well, you can experiment with me anytime that you want and I’m sure that your cute little body will please just about every guy on the planet.” “Why thank you James, maybe we should climb in the back sometime.” “Wow, direct as well as gorgeous; you’ll go far Georgia.” “I hope so, daddy wants me to go into his business but I’m not sure.” “Well I’m sure that whatever you get into you’ll do well. With that cute little body and your attitude the world is yours.” Just then we arrived at the address of the seamstress. It’s a double-fronted, upmarket shop and as I waited for James to open the door I looked at the displayed dresses. “Hmm, maybe this won’t be too bad.” I thought. The car door opened and I swung just one leg out giving James another great view of my now damp pussy. “Phone me when you want me Georgia; I won’t be far away.” “Thank you James.” I said as I walked to the shop door. I was greeted by a middle-aged woman who introduced herself as Celeste. “I used to make clothes for your mother, such a shame. Has anyone told you that you’re the spitting image of her Georgia? I hear that you are going to a ball on Saturday and want something to wear.” “Yes, that’s right what can you do for me?” “I can do you any which way that you want Georgia; you have a beautiful little body. As for a gown, that all depend on what message you are looking to give out. Judging by your current attire I’m guessing that you are not afraid to show lots of flesh, and maybe even like the attention that you get; am I right?” “Yes, I’ve just finished at an all-girls boarding school and I …” “You want to break free, enjoy yourself, tease some men and have lots of fun.” “Yes, lots of men and lots of fun.” “Good for you girl. Right, the first thing that I need to do is get lots of measurements. I take most women into the back room to measure and fit them but I’m guessing that you will be okay with doing it right here in the shop. Am I right?” “I err; yes, why not.” “Good, I like brave girls. Take your clothes off; everything, shoes as well. It’s part of my job to help you get used to displaying your body and what better way that starting nude in the middle of the shop.” “But people will be able to see in and see me.” “Exactly my dear; now come on, everything off.” I looked around, saw no one then reached for the hem of my dress. It was off on seconds and I was left wearing just my heels. “Good girl; and good girl for no underwear. Now get those shoes off and keep those hands by your sides.” “Gawd,” I thought, “this is like being back as school.” as I stood there hoping, and not hoping that someone was looking into the shop. “What’s this?” Celeste asked as she tugged on my sparse, blonde pubic hair. “You have got to get rid of this. No self-respecting girl has any of this these days. Hang on a minute.” I just stood there, in the middle of the shop, stark naked for a few minutes before Celeste returned and I wondered if she was going to come back with some scissors and a razor. “Right, I’ve made an appointment for you to go and get that lot permanently removed later this morning. I’ll give you the details later. Now, stand up straight and let me get my job done.” I stood there as I was commanded to lift my arms in all directions and spread my legs as she poked the end of a tape into my pussy. I gasped when she did that and then she ran a finger along my little slit. “Enjoying this are you Georgia? You mother used to love it too.” Unfortunately she stopped and her hands moved down my thighs and measured them. “What are you doing with your hair for the ball?” Celeste asked. “I haven’t really thought about that yet.” I replied. “I know a good hairdresser and I’m sure that I can get her to fit you in on Saturday if you like.” “Thank you Celeste; that would be nice.” Celeste wet away and came back a few minutes later. “Sorted, I’ve left the appointment details on a card with your phone.” “Thank you Celeste, I would have been panicking on Saturday.” All the time that she was measuring me, and while she left me to go and do things, I was stood looking out of the shop front, hoping and not hoping that someone would look in and see me. If they did they never let on. Finally finished Celeste said, “Okay Georgia, I was thinking about something long and black with splits up the side. For the top I was thinking a backless halter, not too tight fitting so that when you bend forwards anyone who cares to look can see those cute little tits.” “Hmm, sounds good Celeste; but can you get it made before Saturday?” “Sure, no problem; come back tomorrow afternoon for a fitting then send your Driver to pick it up on Saturday morning.” “Oh, how high will the splits be?” “Waist high so you won’t be able to wear anything underneath it.” I smiled then Celeste turned and walked over to the sales counter. She picked a card up then turned to come back over to me. “You can get dressed now Georgia. That’s if you want to. I’m sure that no one would complain if you walked around like that all day.” I blushed a little then picked up my dress and slipped it on. Celeste handed me the card and said, “Get your Driver to take you to this address, they’re expecting you.” I walked out of the shop then remembered that I had to phone James to get him to pick me up. It only took a couple of minutes for him to arrive and as I waited I felt the gentle breeze on my wet pussy and wondered if any of the people around had seen me naked. James jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for me. I again rewarded him by stepping in one leg at a time and giving him a good, long look at my pussy. We started talking almost as soon as the car was moving. “That Celeste told me to get all my pubic hair shaved off. What do you think James?” I said as I pulled the front of my dress up so that we could both see my pubes. “I agree; there’s nothing worse than getting a girl’s pubic hair stuck between your teeth or in the back of your throat.” “Speaking from experience are you James?” I asked, letting my dress drop down again. “Yes.” “Are you good at it James?” “Good at what Georgia?” “Eating pussy.” “Yes.” “You’ll have to show me James.” “I’m ready when you are girl.” “Later, I’d hate for you to get something stuck in your throat.” “I can get something stuck in your throat Georgia, but it will be a lot bigger than a hair.” “Later James, later,” “Promise?” “I promise. There are lots of things that I want to try for the first time and I’m hoping that you can help me.” “I will be extremely happy to help you madam.” The address that we were going to wasn’t that far away and we quickly got there. James was a ‘gentleman’ again and I again rewarded him with a long look at my pussy when he opened the door for me. The beautician was really nice and explained what she was going to do and how long it would take. When I got undressed she told me that it would take a little longer as she would have to shave me first, but then told me that it made the second part easier because she would know exactly where hair was growing. Wow, I thought that a shave would be just around my pubis and vulva but she shaved me everywhere, including between my butt cheeks. The positions that she got me to hold while she worked were unbelievable. As she worked on my whole pussy area, armpits and legs she kept telling me that I was lucky because there was very little hair to start off with. That laser gun thing was funny, lots of little sharp pains but it didn’t really hurt. As she did around my clit and lips I found that I got quite excited and was a little embarrassed about how wet I became. She told me not to worry because a lot of het patients actually orgasmed during the procedure. I didn’t, but I got soo close. When it was all over I stood up and felt around my pussy and was amazed at how smooth it all felt. It was only then that I realised that all this would cost money. When I asked how much I owed them she just shrugged and told me that it was all taken care of. I made a mental note to ask Celeste about money when I went back the next day. The gentle breeze outside really made my pussy tingle. I may not have had much pubic hair before but being bald really made me sensitive to that breeze. As I waited for James I opened my legs and let the breeze pleasure me. James really smiled when I treated him to a look when he opened the door for me. “That’s so much better Georgia.” He said when he got back into the driver’s seat. “So does that mean that you’ll eat me out James?” “Not whilst I’m driving.” “No silly, when we get back home.” “It will be my pleasure madam.” When the car stopped outside daddy’s house, James came round and opened the door again. This time though, I had taken my dress off as he walked around the car. He opened the door to a naked me. As soon as I was on my feet on the gravel I was lifted up in the air and carried onto the grass and put down on my back. I spread my legs as wide as I could as a grinning James stood and looked down at me. He didn’t stay standing for long and I quickly learnt how nice it is for a man to eat my pussy. Gawd that man is good with his tongue. He made me cum twice within 5 minutes. “Time for you to return the complement.” James said as he got to his feet and started un-fastening his trousers. “I’ve never done that before.” I finally said. “I’ll teach you Georgia.” And he did. Even to the extent of looking up at him with my mouth open waiting to accept his gift to me as he finished himself off. I’d heard about the taste of men’s cum and wasn’t surprised to find that what those girls at school had said was right; it wasn’t at all bad, in fact I quite like it. James then taught me to scoop-up what had missed my mouth with my tongue and fingers and then to show it to him before swallowing it. “Can I have some more please?” I asked. “Not right now, you need to suck me to get me hard again then I’m going to take your virginity.” “No, no you can’t, I only started taking the pill yesterday.” “Don’t worry Georgia, I used to be a boy scout; always prepared.” He reached down into his trouser pocket and pulled out a condom. Then he told me to suck him hard again. That didn’t take long then he showed me how to put a condom onto his cock. When he was ready he asked me how I wanted it. I told him that I didn’t know so he told me to get on my hands and knees and he rammed his cock into me doggy style. I screamed at the initial pain but as he kept thrusting into me the pain disappeared and pleasure took over. I came twice before he filled the condom and slowly went soft. When we were both able to talk I said, “Thank you James, I’ve dreamt about that moment for years but I never imagined that it would be on the grass outside daddy’s house. Wow, I wonder what he would say if he knew.” “No Georgia, thank you. Taking a young girl’s virginity is always a wonderful thing.” “So you’ve taken other girl’s virginities have you?” “One or two.” “Well you’re good at it. I will remember this day for the rest of my life.” “A fond memory I hope.” “Most definitely, and it’s one that I intend to repeat at least a dozen times before the end of next week. Oh, and can you teach me how to deep-throat please? I’ve heard about it and it sounds like fun.” “Gladly young lady. When would you like your first lesson?” “I’ll call you. Right now I’m going for a swim; want to join me?” “No, thank you, maybe another time. You go and enjoy yourself before your father comes home.” I walked into the house totally naked and with my dress over my shoulder. As soon as I got to my room I got my phone out and text Charlotte: - ‘Hi Char, jst got fucked 4 d 1st tym. Got eaten out t% & gave a blowjob. Also my puC iz nw az (:-) az bald as it wz 10 years ago.’ ‘Wow 3:o) you’ve Bin BY. Do U fEl NE different?’ ‘A bit sore & a lot happy.’ ‘I bet.’ I was just thinking about going for a swim when I heard daddy arrive. I put a dress on as I ran downstairs and jumped up and hugged him. “I love you daddy.” “And I love you too Georgia.” Daddy said and un-wrapped my arms and legs from round him. I giggled and wondered if he could tell that I was now a true woman. “Do you want to go out for dinner tonight sweet-pea?” “Not really daddy, I’ve had a busy day and I’m a bit tired.” “Okay, I’ll order something, Chinese okay for you? Oh, did you go and see that seamstress?” “Yes daddy and I’ve ordered a dress for Saturday. I hope that you’ll like it. If I like it I think that I’ll order some more clothes, she seems to know what I like, she says that I’m like mommy.” “You are dear, you are.” We ate and then I cuddled up to him to watch a movie. He put his arm round me and his hand rested just below my tit. I tried moving around a bit to see if his hand would move to my tit but it didn’t. When I went to bed I left my door wide open and lay on my back on top of the covers. I didn’t hear daddy coming upstairs because I fell asleep quit quickly. I woke early, still on my back. Thinking about daddy, I spread my legs wide and pretended to be asleep. I lay there thinking about my pussy and sex. My heart started pounding as I heard daddy walking about. His steps got closer and then stopped. I was sure that he was in my room and looking at my naked body and I was sure that I could hear him breathing. After what seemed like a lifetime I heard a knocking on my open door. “Georgia, it’s time to get up.” I slowly stirred and without looking over to my door I said, “What, oh, okay daddy. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be down.” Jumping up and out of bed I turned and saw daddy, still at my door and staring at my naked body. “Sleeping in the buff now are you Georgia?” “Oh, yes, not a problem is it?” “No, no. You’re an adult now so it’s your decision.” Daddy was still staring at me so I stood in front of him and said, “Daddy, you need to get yourself a girlfriend. You must be lonely.” “Well yes, but it’s not as easy as you think; besides, you’re here now, you bring the place to life.” “Not the same daddy; not the same.” I stepped aside and went to the bathroom. As I showered I thought about not getting dressed and going down to breakfast naked but I decided against it and put a skirt and top on. The skirt was a little stretch one that only just covers my little butt. I also had a good look at my pussy before I went downstairs. The soreness had gone and I looked to see if it was any different now that I was a proper woman. It wasn’t. When daddy drove off I took the skirt and top off and went outside and wandered around. I decided that I like being naked outside, without, and with people looking at me. I wandered all around the gardens, front and back. There’s no houses overlooking daddy’s property but I could get quite close to the main road and all the cars whizzing passed. None of them stopped or honked their horns so I guessed that no one saw me. When I heard Mrs. Jones arriving I put the skirt and top back on and went to greet her. I wanted to know if daddy had ever brought a woman back there since mummy. Mrs. Jones told me that she’d never seen one, nor seen any evidence of one. Leaving her to get on with her job I went to my room and checked-out some clothes websites. I wanted some more skimpy clothes, some lingerie to try to tempt daddy into taking me. I ordered a silk teddy, special delivery so that it would arrive the next day. Then I phoned James and told him to collect me an hour after Mrs. Jones was due to leave. I didn’t want her to see me leave. I had a plan but I wasn’t sure that I was brave enough to go through with it. I needed something to build my courage. Alcohol was out of the question so I opened one of my new vibrators and teased my pussy until just before the point of no return; then I stopped. I did that 3 times before Mrs. Jones left and James arrived. Then I walked out to the car totally naked and carrying nothing other than my phone. James smiled, said nothing and opened the door for me. When I paused with one leg in and the other out of the car, James said, “Wow girl, it looks like you’ve just been fucked.” “Nope, that comes later. You’ve got some more teaching to do James. I hope that you’ve got lots of condoms with you, you’re going to need them.” “Looking forward to it madam.” I lifted my outside foot into the car and James shut the door. “Are you really going into town dressed like that Georgia?” “We’re only going to one place and you can drop me off right outside the door, so yes; I am.” James had a grin on his face for all of the journey and I could see the bulge in his trousers as we talked about what he was going to do to me later. The car pulled up outside the shop and I took a deep breath before telling James that I was ready. He came round to my side of the car and opened the door. Forgetting to give him a flash of my pussy, I quickly got out and standing between him and the car I looked up at his face. “Remember Georgia, walk and act as if it’s perfectly normal to be naked. Most people see what they are expecting to see and a naked girl will register in their brain as a clothed girl. Now go and get ‘em girl.” James said. I took another deep breath and with nothing but my phone in my hand, I stepped away, turned to face the shop and started walking. It was only a few metres but it felt much longer. My brain was racing thinking about getting caught, getting arrested, people seeing me, the shop door being locked, how much my pussy and nipples were throbbing and how wet my pussy was. I reached the door and thankfully, it opened when I turned the knob. Then I got a shock and seriously considered turning and running back to the car. I did look back, but the car was moving off. You see, I’d never even considered the possibility of there being other people in the shop, and there they were, 2 couples, all looking to be in their mid-twenties; and all were looking at me. I wanted to die but at the same time my pussy was telling me that I was loving being seen by these strangers. Thankfully, Celeste broke the silence, “Good morning Georgia, come on in. Don’t be shy; we’ve all seen a naked girl before. I’m just finishing making the final adjustments to this lady’s dress then I will be with you.” “Naked girl.” I thought, “I’m not just naked, I’m bald as well. Oh gawd, what am I going to do?” “Have a look around and see if there’s anything that you like.” Celeste said. My brain got over the shock of the situation and took in more details of the other people. One of the girls was stood on a little pedestal in the middle of the room. She was wearing an un-finished dress that Celeste was obviously pinning a few adjustments to. The other 3 people were nearby and had obviously been watching Celeste work. Resisting the urge to put my hands over my pussy and little tits, ‘that’s a childish thing to do’ I told myself, I looked around the shop, then back to the 2 couples who were still staring at me. Realising that my options were very limited, I forced a smile then, looking directly into the face of one of the men, I said, “Hi, okay Celeste, no problem, take your time, I’ll just look around.” Not that I had any choice, but I was feeling proud of myself; I could have run, I could have apologised, I could have dashed behind one of the racks; but no, even managing to keep my hands by my sides I found the courage to just stand there letting those people take in all the details of my nudity; not only those people but anyone who was passing outside the shop. I felt good; and aroused. I turned and started browsing the racks, not really looking in any detail. Getting close to where Celeste was working, and opposite the 3 people watching both Celeste and me, I just stood there and watched. I caught the eye of one of the men watching and he said, “Have you come for a fitting as well?” “Yes.” I replied. “Well you’ve certainly come prepared for it.” The watching girl said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend anyone.” I replied. “Hell girl,” the other man said, “we’re not offended, but do your parents know that you’re here like that?” I closed my eyes for a second and thought, “Not again. Mind you, by bald pussy does make me look even younger.” “No need.” I said, “I’m 18, I can do whatever I like.” “Wow, you don’t look 18.” Man 1 said. Celeste interjected and said, “I’m glad to see that you got all that ugly hair removed Georgia.” “I’m glad that you told me to Celeste; I feel so much more naked, it’s nice, sensual and arousing.” “My gawd, had I just said that in front of those strangers?” I thought. “Yes,” man 2 said, “you do look very young, very naked and like you’re about to cum.” “Ben, stop it, you can’t say that to a girl.” The waiting girl said. My courage was holding and I replied, “No, no, it’s all right, it is very arousing being like this. I mean, I’m stood in front of 4 strangers and close to the shop windows. Anyone could see me. What girl wouldn’t be aroused?” Just then Celeste said, “Right Eleanor, all done, I need to carefully get the dress off you; don’t move.” We all watched as Celeste went behind Eleanor and unzipped the dress. Then she slowly lowered it to the floor revealing a very naked Eleanor. “You’re right Georgia,” Eleanor said, “it is quite arousing being naked in a situation like this, even though these 3 have seen me naked many times.” Celeste must have been in a naughty mood because she reached over to Eleanor’s pussy and ran a finger along it. Eleanor shuddered and moaned. “Want more?” Celeste asked. “Not this time Celeste, you’ve got another client waiting.” “It’s okay,” I said, “I’m in no rush.” “No, it’s okay, maybe when I come to pick up the dress.” “Can I come with you Eleanor?” the man in the other couple said and got a thump from his partner. Eleanor stepped off the little pedestal and her partner passed her what I guessed was the dress that she arrived in. We all watched as she stepped in to it without putting any underwear on. Then the 2 men turned back to me. “I guess that it’s your turn to be the centre of attraction Georgia.” One of them said. “You may as well get up there and be the star.” By that time Celeste had picked up the dress and was carrying it to a back room so I smiled and stepped over to the pedestal. Putting one foot on the edge I transferred my weight to that foot and promptly sent both the pedestal and me flying. I ended up flat on my face, legs and arms spread wide. My clumsiness made me more embarrassed than my nudity and I lay there for a second as I heard gasps from behind me. After a few seconds I started to get up and pushed myself onto my hands and knees and then shook my head from side to side, clearing my head. It was only then that I thought about me being on my hands and knees with my butt to the 4 people. They must have had a great view of my butt and pussy. I quickly got up onto my feet. Turning to face them I said, “I can be such a klutz at times.” “I should have told you about that thing.” Eleanor said. “That’s okay,” I replied, “no harm done.” Just then Celeste returned and looked around. “What happened? Is everyone okay?” “Relax Celeste;” I replied, “everyone is okay, I was just being a klutz.” “Oh good, I was getting worried for a second, I don’t want to get sued or anything.” “Some brakes on that thing might help.” One of the men said pointing to the pedestal. “I’ll look into that idea, thank you.” Celeste said; then to Eleanor, “Okay, everything is good; it will be ready by the morning.” With that the 2 girls turned and walked to the door, both men took one more look at me before following the 2 girls. “Sorry about the delay Georgia, now, oh yes, please can you step onto the pedestal while I go and get your dress.” Celeste went off and I carefully got onto the pedestal and shuffled round so that I was facing the shop front. While I waited I watched people walk by and willed them to look inside. None did. When Celeste came back she carefully spread my new dress and held it open for me to step into it. By that time she was down on her knees in front of me and, with me being stood on the pedestal, her face was directly in front of my pussy. As I lifted one foot up she said, “My my; you are excited Georgia.” “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” “No no; don’t be sorry, it’s nice to see a young girl enjoying herself. You know, your mother used to get excited when she came here.” “She came here naked?” “No, but she used to love standing there like you are now. The street was busier then and she used to get a little audience while I fitted her dresses.” “So that’s where I get it from.” I said. “Probably Georgia. Sometimes she’d have an orgasm just standing there naked. You can stay standing there after I’ve finished this if you like. I have no more fittings this morning and I could do with someone to watch the shop while I get on with finishing these dresses.” “Oh, I don’t know that I could do that, someone might see me.” “Isn’t that why you came here naked Georgia?” “I guess so. Maybe.” The dress is amazing, even in its unfinished state I loved it. It’s so light that I could hardly feel it. It’s just like Celeste described it before she made it; a backless halter top with not a lot at the front; not that I have a lot to cover. I gently leant forwards and yes, the material hung low and I could see my nipples. If I could then everyone else could. Moving down to the skirt part, the waist is just a 2 cm band going around my waist with the 2, narrow halter parts attached to the top of it and the lengths of material to the bottom of it. There are 2 lengths of material below the waist, the first, and biggest one goes from one hip bone, round the back and to my other hip bone. The front length is much narrower and goes from about 2 cm from my hip bone to about 2 cm from my other hip bone. The only way that I could wear anything under it is if the waist band of the knickers was covered by the 2 cm band round my waist. Not that I intended to wear any knickers. “When you walk my dear, this front panel will gape open if you are not careful. You may, or may not wish to hold it in place.” “I won’t.” I heard myself say. As Celeste made numerous minor adjustments I imagined myself walking into the ballroom, dress gaping open and flowing behind me; and all eyes staring at me. My pussy started tingling. When Celeste was done, she stood back then walked right around me. “Two things that you might want me to change Georgia, firstly this waist band, it goes all the way round and is fastened with this little piece of velcro. I could put 2 big gold rings in it, one on each hip bone. And secondly, I could split this front panel right up the middle. That would mean more exposure but maybe this is enough for you.” “No, no, those are great ideas, can you do them? Will it still be ready for Saturday?” “Of course dear, now let’s get it off you and you can just stand there for a while. Oh, just one more thing that I want to check Georgia.” Celeste said then she walked behind me. Lifting my hair up I felt the 2 ends of the bow of the halter being slowly pulled then the next thing that I knew was that the dress was puddled on the floor around my feet. I giggled and Celeste said, “Excellent, the boys will love that.” “So will I.” I thought. I lifted first one foot then the other and Celeste retrieved the dress. Celeste walked out of the room leaving me stood there on the pedestal totally naked. “Let me know when you are leaving Georgia.” I heard Celeste say before a door shut. I looked around then out the front of the shop. No one was looking in at me. I felt awkward for a few seconds, then a bit naughty. My hands moved up to my tits, squeezed them then pulled, twisted and tweaked my nipples. If I was on display I wanted my nipples to look at their best, even if no one was looking. After a minute or so I felt even naughtier and my right hand slid down my front to my pussy. As I slid a finger between my lips I slid my feet as far apart as the pedestal would allow and found my clit. I slowly started rubbing. I was just getting soo close when I heard the doorbell ring. Apart from moving my hand to my side, I froze. OMG, I’d been caught masturbating while naked in the middle of a shop in the middle of town. My heart started pounding. “This is a cute little shop; hang on a minute dear while I have a look around.” My heart slowed a little as I realised that they couldn’t have seen me masturbating, but what could I do, how could I get out of there. My phone was on the sales counter but even if I could call James it would take a while for him to get there. I decided to just stay frozen and hope for the best. My eyes turned to see the middle-aged couple splitting up. The woman went to some racks and the man looked around. Seeing me he walked over to me and stared. “Geeze dear, these mannequins look so life-like these days. This one’s even got moisture between her legs.” “Don’t be stupid Henry; it’s a mannequin of a kid. I don’t know why they’ve got that, all these clothes are for adult women.” Henry gently pressed on my right nipple. “Bloody hell, it’s warm and soft.” I heard him say. Well he got it half right, it was warm but it was rock hard; so hard that it was hurting. I guess that he meant that my tit was soft. Then Henry put his hand on my pussy and his fingers slid between my lips. I just felt a finger start to go inside me when I heard the woman say, “Leave it alone Henry, you’ll get arrested for being a paedophile.” “You’re the one that said it was a mannequin dear; I don’t think that molesting child mannequins would get me locked-up.” With that Henry moved away and I breathed a sigh of relief. I clenched my pussy as hard as I could until the couple left the shop then I let out let out a long, loud moan and started cumming. Celeste was stood in front of me when I started to come down from my high. “Enjoy that did you Georgia? I can arrange for more of that if you like. I go to these parties where girls give themselves to people to pleasure them.” “Oh yes please;” I heard myself say, “but I’m going away on holiday at the end of next week. Can it wait until I get back?” “There’s a party happening next Tuesday if you’re interested, I’m sure that I can get you in.” I thought for a while then said, “Can I let you know on tomorrow when I collect the dress?” “Sure; no problem. Now, do you want to stay standing there or is there somewhere else where you want to go and exhibit that cute little body of yours.” “I don’t know about that but maybe it would be a good idea for me to leave; I think that I’ve had enough of being molested by strangers for one day.” “Are you sure about that Georgia? You do appear to like it. Your mother did too.” “My Mother got molested by strangers in this shop?” “And she orgasmed just like you did.” “Wow, did daddy know?” “I can’t answer that one, she never mentioned him; maybe you should ask him.” “Then I’d have to tell him what I just did.” “And would that be a bad thing?” “I don’t know, I’m not sure how he’d take it.” “Only one way to find out girl. But I’m sure that he’ll still love you after you’ve told him. How can anyone not love a little bundle of happiness like you?” “Thank you Celeste, I think that I’ll phone my driver now.” “Are you going to wait outside for him or on that pedestal?” “Decision, decisions; inside I think then I’ll run out when I see the car.” “Coward.” “Maybe next time.” I phoned James and then went and stood on the pedestal again. Hoping and not hoping that some more people would come in. They didn’t and when I saw the car I shouted ‘bye’ and ran for it. I was a bit too quick for James and I had to stand in the road for a few seconds whilst he came round and opened the door. One car tooted at me. As we drove off I turned to James and said, “That was fun, now take me somewhere and fuck my brains out. Oh, and I want my first lesson in deep throating, I think that I’m going to need it.” He did and he did and he did. The place he took me to was out in the country in a quiet little carpark at the side of a road going through some woods. He took me just into a wooded area and fucked me in a little grassy clearing. At first it was glorious as he ate my pussy and then fucked me. The lesson in throat fucking wasn’t so nice to start off with. The gagging and learning to control it was hard and tiring but James helped me and taught me when to relax and when to breathe. It was when his cock was deep in my throat that he told me that we had a little audience, and had had one ever since we got there. When I was able, I looked around but couldn’t see anyone. Then I looked up at James and said, “I want to go; I don’t like people watching me.” “Who are you trying to kid. You love every seconds of it; you get off on being watched.” He was right of course. I’d quickly realised over the last couple of days that I DO like being watched when I’m naked, and having some form of sex. It really does make me horny. I looked up at him again then devoured his cock again. James responded by pulling my head onto him so that I’d got all of his cock was inside my mouth and throat. He did that 3 or 4 more times then lifted my head off him. “Stand up Georgia.” James commanded. I did. “Now go and stand in front of that log and bend over it.” I did. “Spread your legs.” I did, and was expecting him to fuck me again. Instead he came round in front of me and got me to suck his cock again. As I was doing that I felt hands on my butt. At first I thought that James had bent over and it was his hands, but when I looked up James was stood up straight. I had a little panic but James was watching and as he held my head on his cock I heard him tell me to relax. As my head bobbed up and down a hand started finger-fucking me with another hand rubbed my clit. I was in heaven and before long I was cumming hard. James had let go of my head when I had calmed down and I stood up to see who the hands belonged to but there was no one there. “Who just finger-fucked me?” I asked. “No one.” James replied. “Come on, who was it?” “No one.” I asked him again 2 more times but he kept telling me that there was no one else there. Even when I said that he had said that we had a little audience he still said that we were alone. I was starting to maybe believe him and believe that I had imagined it all when a middle-aged man came along a path and gave James the thumbs-up sign. I turned to James and called him a bastard but he still denied that there had been anyone else touching me. He said that the other man had just been watching us. I still wasn’t 100% sure that I’d been finger-fucked by someone else when we went back to the car. We got some funny looks from an old couple sat in their car eating something. I just smiled at them. Just as we got back to daddy’s house James admitted that the man that I’d seen had been finger-fucking me. I called him a bastard, then thanked him and told him to pick me up at 10 o’clock in the morning. It was still the middle of the afternoon so I went and had a swim. Just as I was getting out, Tommy, Mrs. Jones son arrived. “Oh sorry,” he said, “I didn’t know that there was anyone here.” “That’s okay.” I replied, “I was just leaving. You’re Tommy aren’t you?” I asked, standing there with my hands by my sides. “You’re naked.” “Yes.” I replied and realised that I was getting comfortable being naked around clothed people. “Do you remember me from year 6 Tommy.” “Oh yes, I remember you, you left and went to some boarding school. You’re a lot prettier now Georgia.” “Thank you Tommy.” I said and saw Tommy’s eyes go up and down my body. “Well I’ve got to go now Tommy, you enjoy yourself in the pool. Maybe I’ll see you again before I go on holiday.” I walked off leaving poor Tommy just stood there watching me go. I’d just finished drying my hair when I heard daddy arrive home to I put one of my new tank tops, a tight fitting one. I looked at myself in the mirror then tweaked and pulled my nipples so that they got hard. I was just about to get a skirt out to put on when I decided not to bother. Being so small a lot of my tops are long enough to cover my butt and pussy anyway. I decided to wear the top as a dress. As I walked down the stairs the tight top / dress worked its way up and exposed my slit and half of my butt. “Sod it.” I thought and went to find daddy. He was in the kitchen putting some takeaway in the oven so I went and hugged him. As I stretched up to put my arms around his neck I felt the top / dress ride up even further. After the hug daddy stepped back and looked at me. “Forget to put a skirt on did you Georgia?” I pulled the top down so that my pussy was covered and said, “No, I’m wearing this as a dress, it’s long enough.” “Not when you’re moving your arms up and down.” “Sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to embarrass you; you’re not upset with me are you?” “I could never be upset with you Georgia, and no, you didn’t embarrass me, I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times when you were little, you used to run around without any clothes on right up until you started school; and your ‘new look’ down there reminds me of when you were little.” “I’m glad that you’re not upset.” I replied then reached up to kiss him on his cheek. This time I didn’t pull my top down when I backed away. For the rest of the evening I was bottomless with daddy. I caught him looking at me a couple of time but neither of us said anything. Daddy told me what the itinerary was for the time up until we flew out to the yacht: - Tomorrow (Saturday) – The Ball. Sunday – Daddy leaving to go to America. Next Friday – Daddy gets back. Next Saturday – Fly off to Ibiza (where the boat has been for the last 3 summers). I made a mental note then added my own things to it. We spent the rest of the evening watching a couple of movies and I cuddled up to daddy on the sofa. His arm was round me but it never went onto my tits or my butt. I made up for that a bit when I put the DVDs into the machine. I bent at the waist presenting my bare butt and pussy to him. He must have seen me but he didn’t say anything. When I went to bed I again slept on the top of the bed, naked, and I left the door wide open. I knew that daddy would see me at least once because I’d asked him to wake me early because I had a lot of things to do before the ball.

Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 18 It was ‘Fucking Machines’ night at the club. I was excited as I’d never been on a fucking machine before. When I got there I had a quick look behind the closed curtains and saw some things that were obvious and some that I hadn’t a clue about. I looked forward to finding out what they were. I went into the changing room and looked at the calendar to see who else had volunteered that night. There was only Daniella and I smiled hoping that it meant more for me. It was still relatively early with only about 30 customers there but there was still the chance of getting groped and maybe a lap dance so I took off my dress and put just the half ‘V’ thong on. I had considered the strings only thong but I wanted to keep that for when there were a lot more people there. I figured that there was less chance of the boss seeing it and telling me to go and put one of the club’s boring thongs on. Walking out to the main room I wandered around where the customers were hoping that I’d get called over to talk to them. After about 10 uneventful minutes I saw Daniella walking in so I followed her to the changing room. After saying hello I asked Daniella what happened on a fucking machine night and what I had to do to get prepared. “Simple; take that thong and those shoes off, go out there and do as you’re told. The guys will do all the rope work and help you onto the machines. Then you just stay put and get fucked; couldn’t be easier. “Rope work.” I asked. “Yes, some of the machines out there need the girl to be tied to them so that she can’t wriggle away when she gets very sensitive. One of the machines requires you to be hanging upside down and the business end comes down into you.” “Wow; that sounds like fun.” “Yes it is but it leaves you totally knackered by the end of the night.” “Not a problem, I can sleep all tomorrow.” Just then one of the big cock guys walked in. I joked with him asking him if he was going to get fucked up the butt by the machines. He smiled and Daniella said, “No, they’re here to fuck our mouths on one of the machines and to help set us up.” “You mean tie us down.” “That as well.” There was still about an hour before the show started so I went out to work the bar. I was soon getting my pussy groped and word soon got around about the girl with a crotchless thong. I was in big demand. My super sensitive pussy was slowing me down as well; it’s difficult to walk with a tray of glasses when you’re cumming. I managed to get one lap dance early on and I gave the guy a big stain on the front of his trousers. He seemed to think that it was some sort of a trophy. I was a little nervous when I was called to get ready for the show. I took my half thong off and put it in my locker then went out to the stage, behind the closed curtains. One of the guys called me over and started ‘restraining’ me to one of the machines. It’s a big square of scaffold poles that I could easily lie spread-eagled in. I got down on my back and put my wrists where I was told then I watched the guy use ropes to secure my wrists. Next the guy went to my feet and pulled my legs so that I was stretched as far as I could before my ankles were secured leaving my legs spread nearly to the point of the splits. I was expecting that to be it, but 2 or should I say 3 things were added. Firstly another scaffolding pole was added across my neck. It wasn’t resting on my neck but it certainly stopped me from moving my head. The other 2 things were 2 plastic tubes about 1 centimetre in diameter and about 15 centimetres long. They are open at one end and the other ends have a little plastic, flexible pipe attached. These flexible pipes join at a ‘T’ piece and then a long flexible pipe goes to a pump where all the electrics are. The pump must have already been switched on because as soon as the tubes were put over my nipples I felt them rise up and start to swell to about four times their normal size. It was a little painful, but a nice pain. I wondered if my nipples would stay that big when the tubes came off. I also wondered if you can get bigger tubes so that my whole tits are sucked in. Not that I’m unhappy with the size of my tits; I wouldn’t want them to be big enough to start bouncing about. Then the guy lined up the dildo on the long bar with my hole and eased it in a little. Then he went and fixed the motor in place. He switched it on and I gasped as the dildo went deep inside me then withdrew before the power was turned off. I thought that I was ready for action but there was one more thing. He clamped some bars on the side of the frame then adjusted them so that the wand on the end of one bar was resting on my clit. I decided that the 15 minutes that it was going to be switched on was going to be heaven and hell. I tried to look over to where Daniella was but I couldn’t turn my head. I heard Diego talking then the curtains went back and the power was turned on. The heaven came first, the suction on my tits increased, the dildo started fucking me and the wand did its thing on my clit. I didn’t last long before my first orgasm hit me. I was just returning to nearly normal when I opened my eyes and saw people moving around over me. I later found out that Diego was inviting groups of the audience to come down to the stage and inspect the torment that Daniella and I were experiencing. I had 4 orgasms before the power was turned off and I started to relax. The suction tubes fell off after a couple of minutes as the guys got me out of the rack. I was a bit unsteady on my feet for a second before I was led to the second machine. This one was weird; I looked at it and thought, “What the hell; how the hell does this work?” It was like some weird piece of gym workout equipment. One of the guys put wrist and ankle cuffs on me. He then led me to big metal plate, a bit like a coffin lid stood on end. He told me to stick my head through a big hole that was at about waist high. That done, he clipped the wrist cuffs to something so that I couldn’t move. He went behind me, spread my feet wide and clipped what I later found out to be a long wooden bar, to my ankles. Then the bizarre thing; him and the other guy lifted me up in the air so that I was parallel to the ground, face down. “Bend your knees.” I was told. While one man easily held me there, the other man clipped some ropes to each ankle cuff. These ropes went over the top of the coffin lid and were attached to a motor that was above my head. When the motor started my feet were pulled up and over to my shoulders. I was bent over backwards, face down and my body was about a metre up in the air. “How the hell am I going to get fucked while I’m up here?” I thought. I needn’t have worried; I later found out that a dildo on a bar was mounted on some sort of pole that has a motor attached. The height and angle of the dildo was adjusted so that it lined up with my pussy and the machine was switched on. In and out went the dildo slowly and I thought, “This is going to take a while to make me cum.” What I hadn’t bargained on was the speed of the thrusts dramatically increasing and I soon realised that I was going to cum soon. Then one of the men came round to my face. He was naked now and his cock was hard. He rubbed the end of it all around my face then pushed it into my open mouth. He was at the perfect angle to push his cock into my throat and I was glad that James had taught me how to throat a cock without gagging. That didn’t stop him from holding it in my throat for a long time and when he did let me breath I gasped for air then back in the cock went. I opened my eyes and saw the feet of quite a few people; presumably Diego had invited some more people up onto the stage and that some were also behind me getting a close-up of the dildo going in and out of my hole. The thrusting at both ends soon got me cumming and it’s a strange feeling choking and thinking that you are going to die, and having an orgasm at the same time. Obviously I survived but the last thing I was thinking about when I was cumming was saying the word ‘Priapus’. That was the most bizarre way that I have ever been fucked; but there again I have only been fucking for a couple of months. The third fucking machine wasn’t really a machine compared to the others. The ankle cuffs were left on me and they were attached to 2 ropes hanging down from the roof, about 2 metres apart. As I was hauled up my legs got further and further apart I stopped going up when my hands couldn’t touch the floor. Then a magic wand was lowered down until it just touched my clit. Someone had obviously done a lot of experimenting to get it in just the right place. The wand was switched on and the magic part of its name soon started to work. I have no idea if the extra blood in my head had anything to do with the intensity of the orgasms but they were good ones, all 6 of them. In between my orgasms I watched the legs of the people walking all around me and listened to the comments about my ‘cute little pussy’. When I was lowered to the ground I had to just sit there for a couple of minutes for my brain to get control of my body. The fourth machine was a lot more basic and comfortable for me. It was a Gynaecologists chair complete with stirrups. I was told to climb on and then velcro strip were put around my calves, stomach, and 2 on my chest, above and below my tits trying to squash them into a much narrower base. Not that they had much luck with my tiny tits. Between my legs a dildo on a pole threatened to stab into my pussy. After a couple of minor adjustment I was getting fucked again. My sensitive pussy gave me 5 orgasms that time and I had no problem standing when I was released. That was it for the evening. Daniella was right about being knackers, but I wasn’t as bad as I expected. After a shower the club got me a taxi back to the boat. I was awoken the next morning by my phone ringing. When I answered it I heard a vaguely familiar voice. “Hi, this is Randy from on the carrier; is that Lolita?” “Yes.” “We met the other afternoon and we all had some good fun; do you remember us?” “My first 5 sea fucks, how could I forget you.” “Well the carrier is leaving Ibiza tomorrow and we’re having a party tonight. I, we; were wondering if you’d like to come along.” “Randy, I told you, I’m not a whore.” “Whores get paid Lolita and we’re not offering to pay you.” “Good point Randy.” “How many guys will be there?” “About a hundred.” “Bloody hell Randy, you’re not expecting me to fuck a hundred sex starved sailors are you?” “Hell no; about 20 girls are being invited.” “Phew, I was getting worried for a minute.” “There’s just one problem.” “And what is that Randy?” “There’s a rule about the clothes that the girls can wear.” “And what is that?” “The only thing that they can wear is a suit, their birthday suit.” “Bloody hell Randy, how am I supposed to get there naked?” “We thought about telling you all to leave wherever you live naked and find your own way there and back but we thought that it might be a bit of a problem for some so we’re sending cars out to pick the girls up and then return them in the morning.” “That’s better.” “So where do you want picking up Lolita?” I thought for a second then said, “Do you remember that café that you took me to?” “Yes.” “I’ll be waiting outside that, hiding behind a parked car.” “Okay, it will be at 21 hundred hours. Please be there Lolita.” “I will, I like US Navy cocks.” When I terminated the call I thought, “What the hell have I let myself in for?” I looked at the time; I had 2 hours to get to the hypnotist. I decided to spend the first 30 minutes of those 2 hours giving myself a reason(s) to say the word ‘Priapus’. After a shower I brushed my hair and put it in pigtails; possibly being something to do with the name that the Navy guys would be calling me that night. I put on a strings only thong and walked over to the café for a good breakfast. Manuel complimented me on my looks but I didn’t know what aspect of my looks he was talking about. My recently brushed hair, my all-over tan, my thong, what he could see between the strings or just the overall image. Whatever he meant I took the compliment. A young couple came in and smiled at me as they went passed. I guessed that I just looked like a young topless girl eating her breakfast. Nothing special about that in Ibiza. They may not have been thinking that when I left; I had to walk passed them and the woman’s eyes went wide open when she realised that she could see that would normally have been hidden by a triangle of material. I smiled at her and I guessed that her man’s eyes followed my butt out. I debated with myself, if I should wear a vibrator or a butt plug to my hypnosis session but in the end I decided just to go au naturel – apart from a dress. I chose one of my strapless, elasticated top dresses which I can get off in less than 2 seconds. If I decided to get naked I wanted to do it so quick that the man didn’t have time to tell me to stop. I got to the hypnotist’s office with 5 minutes to spare and I went and knocked on the door. Chuck opened it and invited me in. Then he pointed to the sofa indicating that I should sit there. Again, I perched on the front edge. “So Georgia; how are you?” “Fine thank you.” “Have you been practicing what we discussed?” “You mean the getting myself off and saying ‘Priapus’?” “Yes Georgia.” “Yes I have.” “Since you were last here, how many times have you done it?” “Difficult to say, I haven’t kept a count but it’s probably somewhere in the region of 100 times.” “ONE HUNDRED. Wow Georgia something like 8 or 10 was the answer that I was expecting; and that’s probably more than the average for a young woman like yourself.” “But I like doing it.; it seems to be quite easy to do it these days; look, I’ll show you.” With me being perched on the front of the sofa, and the fact that my dress is so short that I can’t sit on any of it, it was dead easy to just grab the hem and pull it up over my head and off. Within 2 seconds my dress was on the floor, I was leant back on the sofa, my legs were spread wide and my right hand was rubbing my clit. I heard Chuck say something about it not being necessary but it was too late, I had already started. It wasn’t long before, “Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, aaaaaarrrrrrgn; ‘Priapus’.” Came out of my mouth then my body jerked a few time then finally relaxed, my hands by my side and my legs still wide open. “Good Georgia; that’s just what’s needed. That didn’t take long; I seem to remember it taking longer the last time that you were here.” “Yes Chuck, it did, but these last few days I’ve been cumming a lot quicker. Do you think that it’s starting to work?” “No Georgia, the real work to get you to where you want to be will only really start in a few minutes. This session will start to plant the association of the word ‘Priapus’ with an orgasm, deep in your brain.” “Okay, so when do we start?” “Right now if you’re happy.” “Okay, where do you want me?” “Anywhere that you are comfortable Georgia.” “I’m good here.” “I’ll get my tablet.” Chuck got his table and came over to me. He sat beside me then held his tablet in front of my face. “Just concentrate on watching the screen Georgia; try to relax and let your mind go blank.” I did and the next thing that I knew was Chuck standing over me and clicking his fingers. “What time is it?” I asked. Trying to remember if I had been naked with my legs had been wide apart when I got hypnotised. “You were in a hypnotic trance for about 15 minutes if that is what you were trying to work out Georgia.” “Okay. ‘Priapus’.” I replied; then when I didn’t orgasm I added, “It’s not working.” “No Georgia; it won’t work. Firstly it’s not you saying ‘Priapus’, it has to be other people; and secondly, if you remember I did tell you that it would take around 4 sessions to become effective.” “Oh yes; you did didn’t you? So when’s the next session? Can we do it now?” “Sorry; your brain needs time to assimilate the thoughts and ideas that I’ve just put there. I can book you in for the same time next week if that’s okay with you?” “I guess so.” “I think that it would be a good idea if you were to get dressed now Georgia.” “Oh yes.” I got off the sofa, put my dress back on and said, “I presume that I still need to practice masturbating and saying the word ‘Priapus’.” “Yes please, but you don’t need to spend as much time on it as you have been doing; around 10% of last week’s effort will suffice.” “But I like doing it.” “Georgia, you do whatever you are comfortable with.” “I think that I’ll try and top last week’s guestimate then.” Cuck smiled and said, “Okay Georgia. Until next week then.” Back at the boat I decided to try to get some rest as I suspected that the US Navy would keep me up for most of the night. I decided to have that rest sunbathing on the rear sunbathing deck of the boat. At 8:30 pm I left the boat naked as the day I was born; not even shoes to protect my feet. It’s one thing being naked around the marina, that’s like being naked in your back garden; and walking around town in just a thong, even a strings only thong, that gives me some security and the feeling of being clothed; but I was about to go out on to a main road and walk to a café and wait outside it with absolutely nothing on me, no feeling of security at all. Okay, I’d been totally naked on that road, and in that café before but that was different; I had 5 hunky US sailors to protect me that time. I was nervous and a little bit scared. I was outside the marina, alongside the main road before anyone saw me and I was relieved when they just looked at me then kept walking. It was still about an hour before sunset so there was no help for me there. A couple of cars went passed with no indication that they’d even seen me. I made it to the café, still scared and nervous; I mean a police car could have driven along that road at any minute. For some weird reason, instead of looking for somewhere to hide, I stood right on the side of the road where the people in the café and anyone else for that matter, could easily see me. I waited for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes when a big white limo pulled up alongside me. With the darkened windows I had no idea who was in it so I stepped back a little and prepared myself to run. A window at the front wound down and a man said, “Lolita.” I emptied my lungs and relaxed. “Get in.” I walked to the door further down the side and opened it. As I opened the door I saw about 9 or 10 other girls; all as naked as I was. I climbed in and found a seat. The girls were all talking in Spanish, and a rather fast Spanish and I was having trouble understanding what they were saying. The girl next to me turned to me and said in Spanish, “Hi, I assume that you are going to the American Navy party.” “Yes, I’m Lolita.” The girl giggled and then said, “You look like a Lolita. I’m Lucia.” “Do you know how far it is to the party?” I asked. “About 10 kilometres; it’s on a farm near San Jose.” I’d heard of San Jose. Daddy took me there once. It was all very nice but way too quiet for me. It didn’t take long to get there and when I got out of the Limo I saw that 2 more Limos had followed us in. There were quite a few guys waiting for us and they all cheered when they saw us. I looked around and saw 3 big Navy (presumably) trucks and 1 smaller one. It had what I presumed to be a big walk-in fridge or freeze and men were unloading boxes of beer. All the girls (all naked) were led into the barn and after a couple of minutes a man came and talk to us. While we were waiting I looked at the other girls. All looked to be no older that I am and all (that I could see) had shaved pussies. I was the smallest both in height and tit size, and 2 of the girls were unfortunate to have melons on their chests. Spanish was the only language I heard. I didn’t count them but I was sure that there were more than 20 naked girls there. I wondered where they had all come from. The man told us that we were there to have fun and to help ourselves to the beer. There were a number of side shows being setup and we were expected to visit every one and participate in all the activities. As for a powder room, there weren’t any but outside there were plenty of places to have a piss and there was a hosepipe if we got dirty. After that he said that he hoped we enjoyed the party and then told the, what looked like more than 100 guys, to have fun. The guys just moved in and I lost sight of most of the girls. One man came up to me, said hello then got his hard cock out then lifted me up by my butt. Then he slid me down his body until I felt his cock on my pussy. He waggled my butt about until the tip of his cock found my hole then he lowered me down. He only managed to lift me up and lower me down 4 times before I felt him shooting his load into me. When I felt him start to go soft he lifted me up and off him then apologised to me, “Sorry about that; it’s just that I haven’t cum for months and I just had to empty my balls. Oh sorry, do you speak English?” “Yes; that’s okay; I couldn’t survive for a day without cumming.” “Wow; would you like a beer?” “Okay, yes please.” The man turned and left to go (presumably) and get me a beer, but I never saw him again. I think that there were a lot of guys there with full balls because everyone around me seemed to be fucking and it wasn’t long before another man bent me over and fucked me from behind without even saying hello. I was fucked a third time before I actually managed to cum. I think that most of the guys must have had a short fuse caused by their long trip at sea. Anyway, things started to quieten down a bit and things got a bit more organised. There were guys trying (and succeeding) to get girls to take part in the games (not sure that that is the right name for them) that they were organising. The first game that I took part in was a bottle race. When the guy asked me I didn’t know what was involved. Mind you, once he explained it I was happy to have a go. He explained that each girl had to carry a bottle from one side of the barn, to the other, and back. Times taken would be recorded and a winner would be announced at the end of the night. He didn’t say if there was a prize. Then came the ‘interesting’ part, we couldn’t use our hands or our mouths. I instantly guessed how we were supposed to do it, but the guy had to explain it to one girl who’s English wasn’t that good. I translated for her. I wasn’t expecting to do well as I’d just had 3 guys shoot their loads up my hole and it was still dripping out; but there again, the other 2 girls were in the same position. I lowered myself onto the bottle and on the whistle; I stood up and set off walking and squeezing my pussy muscles. I got about 3 metres before the bottle slid out and I had to stand it on the floor and start again. I surprised myself and got back first. When the guy recorded my name and time he asked me for my name. When I told him Lolita, he stepped back, looked me up and down and said, “You’re not THAT Lolita are you? The one that Randy’s team have been bragging about.” “Maybe.” I replied. “They carried you, dressed like that, through half of the town?” “I wouldn’t say half of the town, but yes.” “And they all fucked you on the beach?” “Not on the beach, in the sea, no one could see what we were doing.” “Bloody hell, I wish we were staying longer; I would have carried you round the whole town and I’d have fucked you in the town square in the middle of the day.” “That would have been nice.” I wandered off and saw some guys standing around cheering at something. When I pushed my way to the front I saw 2 girls fighting on a tarpaulin that looked to be covered in some sort of oil. When I say fighting, it wasn’t the viscous fighting like I’d seen a couple of times at school; it was more friendly; less fists. What’s more, when one girl got her face near the other girl’s pussy she started licking it. I guessed that it was wresting. For a couple of seconds I thought about having a go but then decided against it With me being so small I would get easily beaten and maybe hurt. Okay, I fancied the pussy eating but not the rest. Next I came to a big sheet hanging from the roof. It was a sort of curtain for what was going on behind it. There were 2 men pushing their crotches right up to little holes in the sheet. When I got closer I saw a sight saying ‘Which Hole Will You Get?” “’Which Hole’ for what?” I thought. When I looked behind the sheet I saw 2 girls, one sucking the cock of one of the guys; and the other girl getting fucked doggy style. One of the sailors told me that it was a Glory Hole and asked me if I wanted a go. “Why not?” I asked. “Okay, come with me and decide which hole you want it in.” “Want what in?” “The cock that will appear through that hole just as soon as I’ve found an eager sailor.” “Now I understand.” I backed my butt up to the hole and waited. Within a minute a cock was poking at my pussy and I waggled my butt to get it lined –up with my hole then pushed back. A couple of minutes later I got another load of man cum deep in my pussy. When he pulled out I stuck my head around the curtain to try to see who the cock belonged to but I was too late. There were men stood there but nothing to indicate who the cock had belonged to. By that time I’d quite a few loads of man cum deposited in my pussy. Okay, most of it had run out but I fancied getting cleaned up, inside and out so I went looking for that hosepipe that was mentioned when we arrived. When I got outside I saw 1 girl squatting down and peeing and another standing peeing with her legs spread wide and her hips thrust forwards. I fancied a go at that and found that it’s quite easy - when you’re not wearing anything. After that I joined the short queue for the hosepipe and watched 2 girls wash their pussies and legs. Both had 2 quick blasts of the hosepipe up their pussies and squirted the water out. I did the same. I re-entered the barn at the other end and saw quite a few bales of hay and there were guys sitting on them, drinking and watching what was going on. I thought about the club and Lapdancing and decided to go and practice my skills. Only with these guys there was no thong in the way and no rules saying that the girl couldn’t ride a guy’s cock. I took advantage of the lack of rules and fucked 3 guys while there mates were sat next to them. When I was fucking them I asked them to rub my clit. They obliged and I orgasmed on each of them. What’s more I remembered to shout ‘Priapus’. Another ‘interesting’ game that they had was to get a girl to lie on her back on a table with her legs up in the air and spread wide. The challenge to the guys was to make the girl orgasm as quickly as they could using any method that they wanted. There was a Navy Medic guy stood next to the girl and it was his job to declare when the girl reached her climax; and if it was a fake orgasm or not. The times that it took for the girl to cum were being recorded. The next game was similar to the above one but the girl had to NOT cum for as long as she could. Again there was a Medic standing there to decide when the girl orgasmed. I had a go on both but didn’t hang around to see how well I did. Shortly after that I found a sailor sitting on a chair by a table. On the table was a sign saying, ‘Get your Shave here.’ I smiled at the man and said, “Business not too good tonight then?” “Oh thank God; a girl that speaks English. No, all you girls shave yourselves these days. I can’t even find any female sailors who want a shave.” “So you’re the ships Barber then?” “Yes.” “Tell you what; I haven’t had a shave for over a month but you can shave me if you want.” “Good, thank you; I was starting to think that I might lose my touch. Up on the table girl. So what’s your name?” “Lolita.” “THE Lolita; Randy’s Lolita, you’re famous on the carrier you know.” “It was nothing, just a bit of harmless fun.” “That’s not how Randy tells it. Spread those legs for me Lolita.” I did and the Barber had a good look at my pussy. “Not that I’m complaining, but there’s nothing to shave off. You say you haven’t shaved for a month; you lucky girl.” There was a short pause then he continied, “Called Lolita, tiny waif of a girl and no sign of any pubic hair and you say that you haven’t shaved for a month; I’m starting to think that maybe you shouldn’t be here.” “No; it’s a long story but I swear to you that I am 18 years old.” “Okay, I’ll take your word for it Lolita.” “You can still shave me can’t you?” “I can and I will”. “I want a proper all over shave and don’t hold back?” And he did. What’s more he made me cum twice. Once when he was shaving me from the front and the other time when he got me to raise and spread my legs as far as they would go. After he’d made me cum the second time, and whilst my legs were still up in the air, he dropped his trousers and fucked me to a third orgasm. When I had returned to normal he told me that he had seen one girl with a big bush earlier but he’d walked around a couple of times and not found her again. I promised to bring her over to him if I saw her. Not far from the barber was another guy sat with a wooden plank in front of him. Along the plank were 6 wooden cocks ranging in size from what I imaging a young teen boy’s cock would look like to one that looked about the size on the drawing of Priapus. I smiled and said ‘Priapus’ a couple of times but all my body did was make my pussy tingle a little. I went up to the man and asked him what was going on and he asked me if I’d like to see how many of the cocks I could get inside me starting with the smallest one. I straddled the plank and impaled myself on the first cock; then on the second one, then the third one. The fourth one was bigger than the cocks on the guys that the club uses but I managed to get all the way down The fifth one was a struggle, a real struggle. It hurt like hell and I gave up with it only about half way in me. The guy took my name and thanked me for trying. A bit further around the barn I saw a group of men standing around a girl who was flat in her back. I wondered what was going on so I walked over. As I got closer I saw that all of the men were wanking; then I saw some of them shoot their load all over the girl. “What’s going on here?” I asked the nearest sailor. “A Bukkaki.” “I’ve heard of those.” “Want to have a go; there’s no shortage of men here.” “Yeah, why not. A girl’s got to experience everything that she can as soon as she can right?” “Too right little lady. You just stay there while I go and round up a few volunteers.” It didn’t take him long to return with about 9 or 10 guys. I was told to lie on my back and spread my legs. Before long man cum was dropping down onto me from my head to my pussy. That which landed on my face I tried to lick off and I used my finger to scoop other blobs of it. I hadn’t realised before, but all men’s cum taste slightly different. I wondered if it was something to do with that they ate. It was time to find the hosepipe again and I noticed that there were signs in the sky that dawn was going to break soon. Back inside I bumped into Randy. He welcomed me like a long lost friend, picking me up and giving me a big hug. “So how are you doing Lolita? Fucked every man in here yet?” “Working on it; when are you available?” “Right now darling; how do you want it?” “It was good in the sea last time.” “A little difficult at the moment; how about me carrying you around with my cock inside you?” “You’re going to have to explain that to me.” Randy went and got a chair then lifted me up onto it. Then he came up behind me and poked his cock around my butt and pussy until his cock found its target. Once inside me he put his arms around me and lifted me up off the chair. Then he walked around with me mostly supported by his cock. “This is different.” I thought as sailors looked at us and smiled. At the other end of the barn Randy stood me on a bale of hay and withdrew his cock. “That was fun.” I said as I turned to face him, “but can you fuck me properly please?” “My pleasure Lolita.” Randy replied then sat beside me and pulled me down onto his cock. Shortly after Randy had cum inside me I asked him where he’d got all the girls from. “Easy, we just phoned round all the sex clubs, strip joints and lap-dancing bars. We could have easily had twice the number of girls. I guess that they all wanted a sample of US Navy cocks.” I reached for Randy’s cock and gave it a little squeeze. “They are quite nice.” I said. We heard a very loud whistle and then someone shouting that the party was coming to an end but before that, there were a few prizes to give out. The man read out each game / challenge winner and the winning girl went and got her prize. “What are they getting Randy?” I asked. “It’s only a hundred bucks; just a small token of our appreciation, but I’m sure that they came here for the cocks and not the chance to win some money.” “I did.” Prize giving over, me not winning anything (didn’t bother me in the least), the man thanked everyone for cumming (and he spelt the word); he told the sailors that they had 30 minutes to get everything packed up and be on the road; and the girls that their cars awaited them. Sailors started packing things up and taking them out to the trucks and all us girls headed over to the waiting Limos. I kissed Randy goodbye and squeezed his cock again. The journey to Ibiza town was much quieter than the outward journey had been with no one talking. When we got to the outskirts of the town I watched a couple of girls get out and walk away, still totally naked, as if they often walked home at dawn like that. I wondered if they did. Then it was my turn to get out and I have to admit that I too thought nothing of being totally naked on a main road in the day light. Maybe the night’s adventure had destroyed some of my nervousness about being naked in public. I smiled at a couple of elderly Spanish gentlemen who I saw as I walked back to the boat where I had a shower then crashed on my bed.

Gerri by TxRad© Gerri was forty and had been chunky all of her life. Not really fat, but not anywhere near slim or in shape either. When her boyfriend of two years walked out a week before Christmas, she cried her eyes out. The next day was a bitch, as she had to work and get over a broken heart at the same time. At lunch, she suddenly pushed her double cheeseburger and fries away and stood up. It was time for a change and she now had a plan. No more fast food and no more pigging out because she was depressed, tired, or alone. No one was going to help her, so she would do it for herself. Cheeseburgers and fries became grilled fish, chicken, and salads. Fresh vegetables and fruit replace chips and ice cream. She was bound and determined to get healthy and in shape. Things had to change that was for sure. Being forty and never being married was not a good sign in her book. She mentally went back over the short list of boyfriends and lovers from the past twenty years and a pattern began to form. Everything was fine for two or three years and then she got dumped. The reasons varied but they were all very similar and boiled down to there being no future with her. Most wanted kids and family. That was out in her case. She had been involved in a horrendous car wreck as a kid and could not have kids after all of the surgeries to repair her internal organs. So dieting it was and then right after the first of the year, she joined Tony's Gym, which was just up the street from her apartment. It had taken her three weeks just to get up the nerve to walk into the place. One look around at the people there and the shape they were in and she nearly left. She was halfway to the door when she suddenly stopped and turned back. Fuck it, she thought, everyone had to start somewhere and this was the place for her. Her body was muscles, bones, and blood, just like theirs. If they could do it, so could she. She bought a years membership and then fled the place, wondering just what she had done. She couldn't wear leotards and prance around the way her body looked. It was crazy. It was scary. It was embarrassing. ***** Baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants were her uniform to start with. They hid the flab and absorbed the sweat that poured off her out of shape body as she learned to use every machine in the place. She went in very early or very late, three and sometimes four times a week. She missed most of the crowds that way. Gerri's body ached and protested for months but slowly she was seeing progress. Her breasts were smaller but they were firmer and higher on her chest. Her waist was narrowing and her hips were slimming. The plump outer lips of her sex had even gotten smaller. She found that out masturbating one day. Her clit seemed to stick up more and she could find it easier. She had three orgasms that day, one of them while looking at her sex in a mirror as she teased and rolled her clit. This was something she had never done before. For the first time in her life, a mirror was something close to friendly. Looking at her ass in one, it looked higher and more round than its normal pear shape. It was a hell of a lot firmer and she loved the sound and tingle when she slapped it. The main thing she had noticed were her thighs, the cottage cheese look had mostly disappeared and they did not rub together as much when she walked. Her high heels didn't hurt as much and her calves looked wonderful. Overall, it was a marked improvement. She was even starting to get appreciative looks from some of the men at the gym. Especially, after she bought her first leotard around the middle of July. It was light gray and light pink. She felt sexy in it, even if it was one of the thicker support models. Her sex life had improved dramatically, even if she still wasn't dating. She turned down all dates. She wasn't ready yet, not mentally or physically. Her fingers and a few new toys took care of things nicely. She did miss cuddling and snuggling but a body pillow helped a lot. When she was ready to date, she would be the one doing the choosing. She would be the one in charge. ***** Halloween rolled around and Gerri was browsing in her favorite adult shop for a new toy. On a whim, she bought a sexy scarlet red devil's cat suit, complete with horned hood and a tail. The next day while walking to lunch, she spotted a pair of satin black heels with ankle straps that would go great with the cat suit. The only problem was that the heels were almost twice as tall as the ones she normally wore. Throwing caution to the wind, she went into the store to try them on. She was surprised to find them easy to walk in now that she had some muscles. She was walking around the store in them and enjoying the way they worked and pulled on her thighs, ass, and calves. They felt incredibly sexy and in a mirror, they looked twice that. Deciding to buy them, she turned and ran right into someone. "Gary, what are you doing here?" "Uh, Gerri? Hey, how are you? I work here now." Her ex boyfriend replied as his eyes ran up and down her body. Gerri knew her new tight skirt and silk blouse fit well but the look of surprise and awe on Gary's face was priceless. "You sure look different. Uh, better.... Uh...." With a laugh, Gerri said, "I'll take these shoes. Just box my other ones up. I'll wear these back to work." Gary nodded and went to get her shoes and the box for the ones she was wearing. Gerri waited at the checkout desk. As he was ringing up her purchase, Gary asked, "Uh, would you like to go out sometime?" She put off answering until she had paid him and then she said, "If you had asked me that eight months ago, I would have probably said yes." She paused and looked him in the eye. "Now, I'm afraid the answer is no." She picked up her package and headed for the door. With a big smile, she lengthened her steps and let her hips sway as she put one foot in front of the other. She could see Gary's reflection in the store window looking at her ass as she crossed the store. As she opened the door to leave, she paused and looked back. "You had your one and only chance and you blew it." With that said, she stepped out onto the sidewalk and headed back for work. Satisfaction was her companion all the way. ***** Friday afternoon after work, Gerri sat in her kitchen nibbling on a salad. It was Halloween and there was a costume party at the local bar. She still wasn't sure she wanted to go. She hadn't been to a party since the office Christmas party. The only reason she had gone to that one was to pick up her year-end bonus. Then she had fled back to her apartment to hide. Ten months later, she felt like a completely new person, inside and out. The thought of wearing that red cat suit and those exquisite heels kept rolling around in her brain. She stabbed another bite of salad and then chewed it thoughtfully. She hadn't even tried the costume on. It probably wouldn't fit right, nothing ever did. Anyway, as tight as it probably would be, she wouldn't be able to wear a bra or panties for that matter under it. That thought made her shiver as if she were cold. One of her recurring fantasies was to go out without underwear. Only in it, she wore a long gown or eveningwear, not a skintight cat suit. She shivered again as she saw herself standing at the bar in the cat suit. Laying her fork down, she got up and went to her bedroom to get the heels and the cat suit. She rummaged around in her closet and found a black cloak she had worn as part of a witch costume. As she pulled it out, she tried to remember where and when she had worn it. She stood there a moment and then shook her head. She had no idea. It had been far to long ago. Her eyes dropped to the small ball of red fabric in her hand and she giggled as she mentally compared it to the witch's costume. The long black dress, the flat pointy toes shoes, the white blouse with its black over blouse. The comparison suddenly struck her as funny as hell. She was laughing hard as she walked back to the living room. She tossed everything on the couch. She was still chuckling as she slipped the large oversized t-shirt she had on, off over her head. Gerri stood there a moment in nothing but her panties and bra. Then she reached back and unhooked the bra. She hesitated a moment as part of her mind asked what she thought she was doing. Trying on the outfit, another part answered. Yeah, right. She released the straps, shrugged out of the shoulder straps, and let the bra fall to the floor. Her hands came up to lightly caress her breasts. She bit her lower lip and sighed softly. Her palms rubbing circles on her nipples made them harden and another louder sigh escaped her lips. The more she toned up the more sensitive her skin seemed to become, especially her breasts and nipples. She pinched a nipple and whimpered at the tingling itch it produced. She pinched the other nipple and felt her hips flutter. Her body was so much more alive now. Without letting herself think about it too much, she dropped her hands to her hips and pushed her panties down. She quickly took them off and dropped them with the bra. One hand went to her sex and she brushed her fingertips over the mound and outer lips. She jerked her hand away as a quiver ran up and down her spine. Standing naked in her own living room felt exciting and scary at the same time and she wondered why she never ran around naked at home alone. Because, she had never liked her own body was the instant reply. Picking up the cat suit, she wondered if she had the nerve to really wear it. She unrolled it and shook it out. There wasn't much to it, kind of like nylons when you first opened the package. It was stretchy though and it was supposed to fit her size. Gerri sat down on the couch and rolled the suit up until she could point her toes and slip her foot into it. With some rolling, pulling and tugging she got the suit on both legs and then stood up. More pulling, tugging, and adjusting, got it up over her ass and hips. It felt like wearing panty hose. Well, somewhat anyway. It seemed to cling to her sex and creep into the crack of her ass as she flexed her hips and worked her legs. She worked the suit on up and slipped her arms into the long sleeves. With a lot of work, more pulling, tugging, and adjusting, she finally got the suit on, more or less anyway. It took more time to get the material to cover her breasts and feel comfortable. By now it was pulled up tight against her sex, between her legs, and in the crack of her ass. She bent, twisted, turned, and even squatted down, trying to get the suit to settle around her body. The clingy material seemed to caress and tease her skin in the oddest places. The way it cupped her breasts was so sensuous, as was the way it cupped her ass cheeks. The seam in the back and under her sex teased the way a thong did. Running her hands over her breasts made her whimper as she could feel her hard nipples easily through the material. One hand ran down over her stomach toward her sex while the other explored down her side and over her hip. Her hand running over her mound and then down across her outer lips made her hips jerk slightly. With a soft moan, Gerri turned, picked up the tail, and hooked it on the back of the suit just below her tailbone. She could feel it bumping her ass and even brushing in the cleft of her ass as she got the hood and put it on. It covered her hair and circled her face from her forehead to under her chin. She sat down on the couch, slipped her toes into the new heels, and buckled the ankle straps. With both shoes on, she stood up. She loved the feel of wearing the shoes. Just standing in them made her aware of her calf, thigh, and ass muscles. It was a pulling, stretching feeling that felt so good. Gerri took a few steps and then turned and walked back to the couch. She turned again and her eyes fell on the front door. There was a little catch in her breathing for a second and then she was walking toward the door. She paused with her hand on the doorknob and made a soft whimpering sound. She wanted to fling it open and step outside. Are you crazy, her brain was yelling on one side and go for it, was coming from the other. She moaned, turned, and walked back toward the couch. The cat suit felt so good on her body as she moved. It felt so sexy and sensuous. It seemed to accentuate her nakedness. Before she reached the couch, she turned and went into the bedroom. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, her mouth dropping open at the creature staring back at her. She was gorgeous. She was drop dead gorgeous. Gerri studied her face as she tucked a few stray hairs inside the hood and adjusted it on her forehead and under her chin. If she angled her eyebrows up from the center, it would make her face even more amazing. It would accentuate the smirky little smile on her lips. This was not the face that stared back at her every morning. There had to be a mistake. Her eyes dropped to her breasts and she moaned softly. The material was molded to her breasts and her hard nipples made little tents on the end of each one. She reached up and rolled one nipple between her finger and thumb for a second and then the other one. Now the material almost clung to her nipples. With another soft moan, she looked down across her belly to her sex. A hot flush started in her breasts and worked its way up her neck to her face. Her mound and outer lips were outlined and highlighted by the cloth. Her slit was even visible. There was no way she could wear this thing anywhere. Then the vision of wearing the cat suit outside and her clit rising up enough to be visible made her hips jerk and shake. Her hand moved toward her sex and she jerked it away. She turned and then paused to look over her shoulder at her ass. Her mouth dropped open again. Each butt cheek was cupped like her breasts and her ass looked fabulous. Of all the parts to her body, she had never liked her ass in any way, shape, or form. However, with this suit on, it looked incredible. Suddenly, Gerri said aloud, "No. No way. I'm taking this damned thing off and throwing it in the trash." She walked quickly into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes locked onto the front door. "Don't you dare even think about that," she whispered, even as she took the first step toward the door. Halfway there she turned and went over to sit on the couch. Her fantasies of being naked under clothes in public were now being replaced by wearing the cat suit outside. Suddenly, she stood up and headed for the door. She was walking the same way she had walked across the shoe store. It was a power walk and it felt so sexy and wicked with the cat suit on. With tingling skin and a racing heart that had nothing to do with the walk over, she put her hand on the doorknob. Turning the knob made her breath catch. She never opened her door without checking the peephole. "Fuck the peephole," she whispered as she opened the door quickly and stepped out into the hall. There was no one there but her heart raced faster and her breathing was rapid with excitement. Gerri forced herself to walk a short ways down the hall in one direction and then a short ways down the other. Her hand was shaking as she went back inside and closed the door. She leaned back against the door and moaned softly. She could not believe what she had just done. What if one of her neighbors had came home or came out of their apartment and seen her? What if her door had closed with her outside? That last thought made her whimper and her hand went to her sex. She rubbed herself for a moment and then jerked her hand away. "Oh no, don't even go there." She told her body as she headed back for the couch and her clothes. Instead of taking the cat suit off, she picked up the cloak and tied it around her neck. Pulling it up and over her shoulders, she went back into the bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The cloak hid everything but the hood and what looked like red stockings. She grinned as she realized how much the cloak overlapped. It certainly had not done that when she worn it before. Then she remembered where she had worn it, to the costume party at the same bar down the street. There was a Halloween costume contest there every year. She had never even considered winning the contest and hadn't even bothered to go up on the bandstand for the judging. She couldn't compete with the sexy witch, the Elvira look alike, or even the woman dressed as a fairy in a leotard and wings. Gerri slowly opened the cloak and groaned as a fantasy of her doing just that on the bandstand at the bar flashed through her mind. She would be the devil and there would be pitchfork hard-on's standing up all over the bar. Her fingers rolling her clit around snapped her back to the present. She turned quickly and went over to find the small red beaded handbag she had bought at a rummage sale. Her next stop was the bathroom and makeup. When she finished with that, she took one last look at herself and whispered, "Wow!" Back in the living room, she transferred the things she might need from her regular purse to the small handbag. As she did, there was a war going on in her mind. Part of her thought she was crazy for even considering going out dressed this way. Another part wanted its freedom and the fantasies that went along with it. With her handbag packed, she paused to pull the hood of the cloak up over her head. The gold chain strap of the handbag went over her shoulder. She turned toward the door and then looked down at her bra and panties on the floor. With a sneer, she whispered, "Nevermore, says the Gerri." With a grin, she headed for the front door, her knees a little shaky at the idea. Her knees might be shaky but there was a fire in her lower belly that yelled for release. ***** No one was in the hall or on the elevator as she rode down but Gerri held the cloak tightly around her. The war was partially over in her brain. She had finally come to an understanding with herself. She would walk down to the bar and then come right back. That should be enough for her fantasies. Fred the doorman watched her get off the elevator and walk toward him. He had a confused look on his face but brightened when she said, "Good evening Fred." "Oh, Miss Gerri, it's you. I didn't recognize you. Are you off to a costume party?" "I wish but no, I'm going for a walk. I shouldn't be gone to long." "You be careful, it's not safe around here sometimes for a woman alone." Fred cautioned. "I'll be fine Fred. I'm not even leaving this street." Fred opened the door for her and she walked out onto the sidewalk. The hall and elevator made her nervous and talking to Fred made her excited. Out here on the sidewalk, she was shaking with excitement. She kept clamping down with her ass cheeks and inner muscles. There was an itchy antsy feeling in her pelvis that had never been there before except when she was masturbating in her bedroom or bathroom. Gerri suddenly realized that no one had ever made her feel like that except herself. That was a very shocking thought. Turning to her left, she started walking down the street. There were not a lot of people about so she relaxed somewhat. At the corner, she stopped to wait on the light. There was no traffic but she wasn't in any hurry after all. There was not anyone down the street to her left, so she turned and opened the cloak a little. A light breeze blew over her body and she shivered at its gentle touch. She also became aware that the crotch of the cat suit was wet as the wind chilled it. She wanted to feel for herself but then she would have to let go of one side of the cloak. She glanced quickly down the main street and then let go of that side of the cloak. There was a couple waking away from her a quarter block away but no one else. As she rubbed her fingers over the crotch of the suit, she groaned and then jerked her hips. It was sopping wet. Her panties had gotten damp from time to time but nothing like this. Her hips twitched as she pressed a finger to her hot wet opening and wondered what her red clothe covered pussy looked like now. The light changed and so did the walk sign. Gerri got a hold on the flapping side of the cloak and closed it partially. She turned and crossed the street. The lone couple a half a block in front of her was the only foot traffic she could see. Cars parked at the curb blocked her from the street for the most part. Anyway, there were not many cars out at all. She opened the cloak a bit more and grinned as she started her power walk. The cat suit rubbed her hips, ass, and sex as she did. Straightening her back, she pulled her shoulders back and felt the material of the suit tighten on her breasts. Her nipples tingled as the material moved over them slightly. She had the cloak open enough now to expose the whole front of her body and it was thrilling. Just before she reached the next intersection, a man came around the corner suddenly. Gerri's first instinct was to jerk the cloak closed but she steeled herself and held it open. The man glanced at her and then did a double take and stared openly as he walked past. Gerri's half smile turned into a grin at the sight of him staring and his open mouthed look of pure awe. Her sex was clenched tightly and her hips quivered as she stopped on the corner to wait for the light. She looked over her shoulder to see him still looking back as he walked. There was a breeze from this side street and no traffic, so she let go of the cloak on that side and let the wind blow it up in back to expose her legs and ass. The man's steppes faltered and he almost tripped over his own feet. Gerri chuckled deeply and looked back forward. She had to force her inner muscles and ass cheeks to relax. There was a heat between her legs that she could feel on her inner thighs. She had never had anyone look at her that way before and it was a power trip beyond belief. She suddenly felt to sexy for words. The light changed and she started across the street. She left the left hand side of the cloak loose and only held the right side lightly. Her heels clicked rhythmically as she placed on foot in front of the other and let her hips swivel and sway. There was power in her whole body now, not just in the walk. By the time she reached the door to the little bar, she could feel her wetness on her inner thighs. In her mind, she was going to walk past the bar and turn around on the corner. If there was no one around, she was going to step into the side street and masturbate like crazy. The cloak would cover what she was doing or maybe she would leave it open. The question became mute as two guys stepped out of the door of the bar. One was lighting a cigarette and froze with the lit lighter several inches from where it needed to be. His buddy just stared open mouthed. Both of them were running their eyes up and down her body. Gerri paused and turned toward the door behind them. "Excuse me gentlemen but I need a drink." The men moved apart and the one holding the door bowed slightly. With a grin, Gerri went through the door. "Thank you," she said to the man as she passed. The two guys watched her for a few seconds longer and then they were struggling to see who could get through the door first. ***** Gerri walked down the short hall that led into the bar pulling the cloak back around her. She paused at the entrance and looked around. There were two dozen people in the place and most of them were in costume. There were cowboys, a sailor, a caveman, a hillbilly, and several others on the men side. As for the women, there were several witches, a black cat, the fairy from the year before, a princess, a belly dancer, and even a dancehall girl. Gerri shivered as she thought about opening the cloak on stage. She might not win but the shock would be awesome. There was a spot open at the bar. It was back in the corner, which was fine with her. Fantasies were one thing but one drink and she was out of here. She drew some looks as she crossed over to the bar and took a seat. She could feel the heat in her sex even more as she sat down on the barstool. "What'll you have?" the bartender asked. "How about something tall and red." She replied with a smirking smile at her own little inside joke. "One Sloe Gin Fizz coming up," he said as he turned to make her drink. The man sitting in the corner next to her, leaned over and said, "I'm Mike Hall, I own this place. You aren't naked under that cloak are you?" Gerri gave him a shocked look and he laughed. "I had to ask. A few years ago a hooker came to our Halloween party dressed in nothing but a cloak. I get a little leery when someone comes in all wrapped up the way you are." She turned slightly and opened the top of the cloak just a little. His eyes went to the opening and the red cloth that showed. "I have a costume on. I'm a little devil. I even have a little pointed tail," she whispered with a shy smile. "I'll just bet you are. A little devil that is," Mike, said with a grin. The bartender returned with her drink and Gerri opened the cloak enough to get her handbag out from under it. The bartender's eyes opened wide at the sight of Gerri's breasts covered with the red material of the cat suit. "Uh, this one's on me," he whispered with a glance at his boss. Mike leaned forward and let out a long slow low whistle under his breath as he took in the view. Gerri smiled and nodded to the bartender. To mike, she asked, "Is there a problem?" "Uh..." he said and then swallowed hard. "I don't think so but I'll need to see more of that costume to be sure." "I'm completely covered from the tips of my toes to.... Well, you can see where." She replied with a grin. "Yes, and a mighty nice where, it is, I must say," the bartender muttered. "Don't you have work to do?" Mike asked him and then winked. "Uh, yeah, I probably do." He replied and then shook his head. "How come I always have to work and miss all the fun?" "Because you're a starving actor and you don't drink," Mike said and then laughed as the bartender walked away muttering to himself. "He's my youngest brother Carl, so I have to pick on him," Mike said to Gerri. "Now about this costume?" He added as he cocked his head to the side and looked at her breasts pointedly. Gerri felt a chill of pleasure run up and down her spine and she clenched her thighs and ass tightly for a second. She turned more toward him and crossed her right leg over her left knee. The cloak fell off her lap and revealed her outfit. Mike gave the same low whistle again and then took a deep breath. "Oh my god," he whispered as he let the breath out. "I was planning on keeping covered up but since you needed to know...." She let the sentence hang as another shiver ran up her spine. His eyes were driving her wild and the heat in her sex was growing even hotter, the longer he looked at her. Her hand fumbled the edge of the cloak as she tried to cover back up. When she finally managed to get it back over her lap, Mike asked, "You're not going to enter the costume contest?" Gerri tried to hide her nervousness at the question by taking a sip of her drink. It was sweet and it was strong. She shook her shoulders and whispered, "Whoo, another drink like this and I just might." "That can be arranged," Mike said with a grin. "I have pull around here remember." She smiled at him and nodded as she took another sip of her drink. Quickly she said, "Can I tell you something, just between the two of us?" "Sure, bartenders, bar owners, and shrinks, we're all good listeners and know how to keep secrets." Gerri leaned forward and said, "I put this cat suit on tonight just to see how it looked and felt. I liked both so I decided to take a walk just to see how that felt." "So how did it feel? Gerri took a deep shuddery breath and breathed out slowly. "It feels wonderful. Ten months ago, no one even gave me a second look. Wearing this thing tonight, people can't take their eyes off me." Mike nodded and replied, "I know I can't." Gerri felt herself blush and whispered, "Thank you." "You felt so good, you had to stop in here?" Gerri nodded and then said, "Two men were coming out the door as I got there. The cloak was open...." She paused as she wondered if she was saying too much. "Did they scare you or excite you?" Mike asked in a soft whisper. "Both but more than that, their looks made me feel like more of a woman than I had ever felt before." She replied truthfully. "I find that hard to believe." Gerri grinned and nodded. "Believe it. Who and what you see tonight isn't the regular me. I'm not sure as of yet, who she is but I'm getting to like her. She is so much more than the fat, out of shaped me from the first of the year. The woman who had no self-esteem or sense of who she was." "It looks and sounds like you are changing all that pretty quickly and easily." Mike replied and then leaned over closer. "The woman I've seen so far is a knock out and sexy as hell. She's pretty damned confident at times, also." With a smile, Gerri took another sip of her drink. "I'm learning as I go," she whispered a moment later. "We all do." Mike replied with a grin. A moment later, he asked, "Would you like to dance?" A slow song with a waltz beat was just starting. Not giving herself any time to think, Gerri slipped off her stool and nodded. Mike got up and they walked around the bar and across the room to the dance floor. Gerri held the cloak closed as they crossed the room but let it open as she places one hand on Mike's shoulder and the other on his hip. Moving closer to him she whispered, "One thing about this cloak, it'll hide where your hands are." Mike put one hand on her lower back, just above her tailbone and then other rested between her shoulder blades as they started out across the dance floor. His warm hands moved up and down on her back as they slowly circled the floor. Slowly she was drawn into his arms deeper and pressed up against him. Their pace slowed even more and they ended up in the middle of the dance floor swaying together. "It is tempting, isn't it?" He asked just before the song ended. Gerri shivered as his hand brushed her ass as he spoke. "Yes, very tempting," she whispered in reply. She wasn't sure if either of them were talking about his hand or not. She held the cloak tightly closed as they returned to the bar. Her nipples were rock hard and aching from being pressed to Mike's chest. His warm body had felt so good touching hers. If her pussy hadn't been wet before, it would have been now. There was a full drink sitting next to the half of one she already had. "Where did that come from?" She asked, looking at Mike. "I didn't do it, I was busy, remember." He replied with a grin. With a little catch in her breath, she looked him in the eyes and whispered, "Get a little busier earlier the next time we dance." "It will be my pleasure, believe me." "Not all of it won't," she said with a big grin before she downed half of the drink she had left in the first glass. Her eyes got wide for a second and then she blew out a long breath. "Your brother is a mean bartender." "Are you talking about me?" Carl asked as he leaned on his side of the bar in front of her. Before she could reply, he added, "The drink is from the two guys on the far end of the bar." Gerri looked that way to find the two men from the front door looking back at her. She picked up the drink and gave them a little salute with it and a nod. "This is the first drink anyone has ever bought for me like this," she said to Mike. "Hey, what am I, chopped liver?" Carl asked with a frown. "Most of the time." Mike told his brother with a big grin. "I'm going to go drown myself now," Carl said solemnly as he turned and walked away. Gerri and Mike both laughed at the theatrics. "He is a ham most of the time but a pretty good guy as brothers go. Anyway, he's about the only one I know that has worse luck with women than I do." When Gerri raised her eyebrows, Mike grinned and added, "I'm working on killing my third marriage as we speak but he's already been married four times and divorced four times." "I've never been married," Gerri said as her mind took in the fact that Mike was married. "I've never even had a relationship that lasted more than three years." "You're either smart or lucky." Mike replied with a shake of his head. "Divorces are messy and expensive." Gerri was silent for a moment and then downed the last of her first drink in one long pull on the straw. It was just her luck to find a nice guy and then to find he was married. That was the story of her life, a day late and a dollar short. Mike must have sensed her unease. He leaned closer and said, "I might flirt, I might even get a little friendly, but I have never cheated on any of my wives. Not even the one who cheated on me. I've been tempted, don't get me wrong. I'm more than a little tempted right now." Gerri looked at him for a second and he added, "Just so you know where I stand." Gerri nodded and whispered, "I'm not looking for anything. I still need to get my head together before I can, but...." She paused and sighed. "Yes, it is tempting, isn't it?" Mike nodded and stood up. "Do you want to dance?" Gerri grinned and stood up. "Sounds good to me." ***** Once they were on the dance floor and swaying together, both of Mike's hands slipped down her back and cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter to him. Gerri could feel his manhood, hot and hard, against her hip. She quivered as she wondered if he could feel the heat in her sex where it was pressed tightly to his thigh. His strong hands massaged her ass and she moaned softly into his neck. When a couple of fingers traced the cleft of her ass and pressed inward, she moaned even louder. His arm was not long enough to reach any lower in the back. Slowly his other hand moved around her hip and tried to wiggle between her body and his thigh. Gerri gasped softly as she moved her hips back and his hand cupped her burning hot sex. She almost stopped moving and then her hips were moving, rubbing her sex on his hand. She felt a finger dipping between her outer lips and she groaned. His finger was rubbing her clit as she moved her hips and he moved his hand. "I'm.... I'm..." she said sharply and then it was to late to warn him, she was coming in the middle of a packed dance floor. She bit his neck to keep from crying out, her hips working even harder and faster against his hand and finger. Her knees were weak and she was sagging slightly. Mike's free hand and arm caught her around the waist and held her up as blinding fireworks went off behind her eyes and in her brain. Sparks jumped from her loins to every nerve in her body. She sucked and bit his neck even harder. A moment later, he moved his hand and she found herself being guided back across the room toward the bar. Once she was back on her stool, she leaned forward and placed her head on her hands on the edge of the bar. She was trying to get her mind, her body, and her breathing under control, all at one time. That had been the grandmother of all orgasms and this was not the place for it to have happened. Mike put his arm around her and asked, "Are you all right?" She nodded slowly and mumbled, "Oh yeah, I'm just dandy." Mike tried to hold back a laugh but could not quite do it. "I'm going to hit you when I get some strength back," she said threateningly. Then she giggled and sat up slowly. "It's all your fault, you know." "Sure it is," Mike said still grinning. "I'll take full responsibility." Gerri giggled again and whispered, "I guess I need to take a little of the blame." "Is everything all right over here?" Carl asked from behind the bar. "Go away, Carl!" Both Gerri and Mike said at the same time. Then they were both laughing as Carl threw his nose up in the air and walked off. Gerri took several deep breaths and then shivered as she let the last one out. "That was a first for me," she whispered and then looked at Mike. "That's one major fantasy down and about a dozen more to go." "Glad to be of service," Mike replied as he lifted his hand and rubbed his neck where she had bitten him. Gerri's eyes got wide as she took in the size and darkness of the hicky on his neck. She could even see the marks her teeth had left. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she whispered in apology. Mike laughed and shook his head. "It's Halloween, everyone should get bit by a sexy devil in a red cat suit." "What's your wife going to say?" Gerri asked as she remembered he was married. "If and when she notices it, it'll get a little chilly at my house to say the least. My explanation of some customers horsing around like vampires might thaw things out after a while. Lately, I never know one way or the other, though." Gerri stood up and wrapped the cloak around her body tightly. "I need to go before I cause you anymore trouble." "You haven't caused me any trouble at all. Anyway, the contest hasn't been held yet and I want to see everyone's reaction to that costume of yours. I especially want to see your reaction when you go up on stage and open that cloak." Gerri felt another hot blush flow across her breasts, neck, and face. "I'll probably come again and then melt down into a puddle," she whispered more to herself than to Mike. Then she realized that she was actually talking as if she was going to do it. "I can't.... I couldn't...." She started to say and then laughed as Mike handed her, her second drink. "I'm not even sure another one of these would help." "Trust me, I can get you more," Mike said still grinning from ear to ear. ***** Gerri finished her second drink and was halfway through with a third when the call for the costume contest was made. She looked at Mike with panic in her face. He stood up and held out his hands. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," he whispered as he pulled her off her stool. She made a groaning, whimpering sound as his fingertips brushed her breasts as he closed the cloak. "Go knock them dead." He told her as he turned her around. When she didn't move, he slapped her on the butt lightly. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned. "In the state I'm in at the moment, spanking my ass is not a threat." He grinned and replied, "I'll remember that for after you win, now get out there and do it. Spanking your ass would be more treat than trick, I think. At least on my part." Gerri felt her nipples stiffen at the thought of being draped over his lap and him spanking her ass. Hitting her fantasies wasn't hard since she had so many but that one was very new, very strong, and very recent, like right this moment. It made her shift her hips and whimper softly. "Go!" Mike said and slapped her ass even harder. Gerri groaned and took an uncertain step or two and then she was walking toward the far end of the room and the stage. The heat was back in her sex and her breathing was ragged from anticipation. The tingling spot on her right ass cheek drove her on across the room. She hesitated at the steps and looked across the room at Mike. He mouthed, "Don't make me come over there." And then held up his hand, with the fingers together and slightly cupped. With a soft groan, Gerri went up the steps. The way the cat suit moved between her legs and the way the heels pulled at different muscles caught her by surprise. Her hips quivered and she whimpered with each step. The seam between her legs worked deeper between her pussy lips and ass cheeks. By the time she reached the stage, she was shaking and her knees felt weak. Part of the shaking was stage fright but part of it was pure sexual energy. The antsy itch was back stronger than ever, deep in her sex. She was about to show herself to twenty or thirty people. The guy that mixed the sound for the band was moving three microphones around on the stage and pointing the pickups toward the crowd. He hurried off stage and back to his console. He made some adjustments and then pointed at the lead singer of the band. The guy on stage had a handheld microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Halloween costume part of tonight's show." He paused a second and looked up and down the line of five women. "We have five contestants, ranging from witch's to the devil herself." He had noted Gerri's headpiece with horns. He walked around behind the group as he said without the microphone, "I'll tap each of you on the shoulder. When I do step forward into the spotlight and listen to the cheers. The louder the better. My brother will mark the highest peak on his mixing board." Gerri whimpered and then moaned softly as several spotlights were aimed at the center of the stage. Until then, the stage had only been lit by small colored lights overhead. She felt panic rising and turned toward the stairs. Mike stood next to them. With a fluttering gasp, she turned back and squeezed her thighs and ass cheeks together. The shaking, which had subsided a bit, now returned hard enough to make the cloak flutter in places. Fear was back but the sexual charge was even higher. When the petite sexy witch on the far end stepped into the spotlight, Gerri realized she would be last. That calmed her a little but the thought of waiting made her whimper and tense up again. The applause was scattered but loud and calmed Gerri a little for some strange reason. Next out in the spotlight was the belly dance. She got good applause and it got louder as she moved her hips and turned in a circle. After nearly a minute, the MC said, "I think we have a ham among us." The girl laughed and danced her way back to her spot. The fairy in the leotard and wings that had won last year was next and must have had friends everywhere because the noise was long and loud. Gerri had been impressed with the woman the year before when she was in such bad shape herself but now.... Now was different. With that realization, Gerri calmed even more and stood up straighter. The dancehall girl next to Gerri stepped away and entered the spotlight. She danced around shaking her knee length skirt and then did a number of high kicks with one leg and then the other. Gerri was impressed with the height the woman could kick and the applause was loud, just not as loud as for the fairy. The woman was grinning as she came back to stand next to Gerri. She leaned over closer and whispered, "Next year, I'm not wearing any panties. Then I might be able to beat that fairy bitch. She's a professional at things like this." Gerri giggled at the idea of no panties and then laughed at the sarcasm in the woman's voice at the last sentence. Then a hand tapped her on the shoulder and she froze. A few seconds later the MC whispered, "Don't think about them. You can't see them for the spots and what you can't see won't hurt you. Pretend you're in your bedroom showing off for a lover or a friend." A vision of Mike sitting on the side of her bed popped into her mind and she reached up and pulled on the string tying the cloak around her neck. The bow came loose and the cloak dropped to the floor as she shrugged her shoulders. She took a short step to total silence. Then someone clapped. Gerri reached back, grabbed the devil's tail, and twirled it as she power walked across the spotlight and then back. There were a few loud gasps and then a wolf whistle and then the room exploded with cheers, yells, and loud whistles. Gerri spun the tail in a figure eight as she walked to the center of the spotlights, flexed one hip, and slowly slid the opposite foot out the side. The sounds got even louder. She held the pose for a second and then turned around. She bent forward and stuck her ass out. When she reached back and slapped it hard as she grinned over her shoulder in the crowds direction, the noise became deafening. Slowly she straightened and swayed her hips exaggeratedly as she walked back over, bent at the waist, and picked up the cloak. The noise was still off the meter as she swirled the cloak and settled it over her shoulders. She left it open as she retied the string at her neck and didn't close it when she finished. With a grin, she found the tail again, turned toward Mike, looked him dead in the eyes, and sucked on the pointy heart shaped end. Mike grinned broadly and then used his whole tongue to lick his lips exaggeratedly. Gerri groaned around the piece of stuffed cloth in her mouth and wished it were the real thing. For the first time in her life, she really and truly wanted to suck someone's dick. She had always done it in the past because she thought she had to or that it was expected. Now she wanted to do it to drive someone absolutely crazy. Someone stomped passed her and growled, "Bitch," as she did. It was the fairy and she was on her way down the steps in a huff. Gerri stopped sucking on the tip of the tail and giggled. Then she was laughing her ass off. She turned to find the dancehall girl doing the same thing. The witch on the far end was laughing also. The MC stepped into the spotlight and said, "And the winner is?" He paused for effect and then grinned. "Is there anyone here who questions who won?" He turned toward Gerri and yelled, "The Lady Devil!" The dancehall girl grabbed her and gave her a big hug. "Good job sweetie and a great costume. I just wish I had your nerve. Maybe next year, with no panties." They both giggled. "Go for it," Gerry whispered, "it's thrilling and to exciting for words." Then she turned and walked out into the spotlight again as the MC held out a large trophy. The applause was loud and spontaneous as she took the trophy and held it high above her head. She could feel her breasts lifting and her hard nipples rubbing on the cloth as she did. She also realized that she was showing off as she rocked her hips from side to side, as she held the trophy up and turned her upper body back and forth. Her breathing was normal but her heart rate was way up and she could feel the wetness in her sex as her hips moved. Gerri slowly lowered the trophy and bowered to the audience. The spotlights went out and she started to straighten up. A hand landed on her ass with a stinging slap. With a deep moan, Gerri froze and wiggled her ass from side to side. A solid blow landed on the other ass cheek. Straightening up, Gerri looked over her shoulder and grinned at Mike. "You do that so well," she whispered and then she turned and headed for the steps. She could hear his steps as he followed her. Going down the steps, she shrugged the cloak off her shoulders. She was well aware of the stares from people, both men and women, as she crossed the room back toward the bar. Some faces held lust and wanting, and others held awe and admiration. All of the looks shot pulses and tingles of pleasure all throughout her body. By the time she reached the bar, she was on a sexual high the likes of which she had never felt. She sat the trophy on the bar next to her bag and drink. She placed her hands on the edge of the bar and held onto it. Gerri wasn't having an orgasm as much as she was have the same feelings without coming. Her body felt hot and flushed as surges of pleasure ran up and down her nervous system. Her eyesight was blurred slightly and her hips shuddered and twitched in a jerky disconnected fashion. Whatever it was, it felt awesome, totally awesome. Mike slipped up behind her, pressed his body to her back, put his hand on her stomach, and pulled her to him tighter. Gerri could feel his hard dick pressed to her right ass cheek. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "I have something else for you besides that trophy." Gerri pressed her ass back and rubbed her ass cheek slowly against his hard on. "And what might that be?" She asked with a catching in her breathing as he pressed his hips forward. "Five hundred dollars cash," he whispered, holding up an envelope. Gerri stiffened and then asked cautiously, "For what?" "For winning the contest, what else?" Mike replied softly and then chuckled as he kissed her ear. "I thought maybe you had me confused with that hooker," she whispered teasingly as she stuck the envelope in her bag. "No, there is no confusion there at all, believe me," he whispered back, nibbling on her ear as he did. Gerri was grinning as she picked up her drink and sucked up a big mouthful and swallowed. It made her shiver as it went down her throat and hit her stomach. She sucked again until the straw made a slurping sound. She swallowed and sat the glass down. Mike still held her from behind and she realized they were swaying to the music from the band. She could feel his hard on against her ass and it felt even bigger and hotter than before. She looked at her trophy and sighed. It read, "First Place." Under that was, "Halloween Costume Contest," and under that was the year. She turned around to face Mike and grinned as his hand followed her body and ended up gripping her ass cheek under the cloak. "I think you like my ass," she whispered. "What's not to like? It's round, and firm, and oh so red." Gerri giggled and kissed him softly on the lips. Before he could kiss her back she pulled her head back and said, "Hold onto my trophy for me until next year. I'll come back to defend my championship and see if you're still married." Mike started to speak but she put a finger on his lips. "I've got to go before I do something stupid. Anyway, do you have any idea how long it would take to get out of this damned cat suit?" She grinned and brushed her lips over his again. "Maybe next year I'll wear something without panties." She paused and looked over her shoulder at the crowded main room. Spotting the Dancehall girl, she added, "Maybe there'll be two women without panties in the contest." Mike had a confused look as she turned back. With a grin, she winked at him. "I'll let you think on that until next year." She started to turn away but he stopped her. "What's your name and where can I get in touched with you?" He asked quickly. Gerri grinned and whispered, "Tonight, I'm the devil in a red cat suit. Tomorrow, I'll be back to being me with a few nice additions to my mental state. I'm not there yet but I'm working on it and you are married, I'm sorry to say." Mike moved his hands away from her slowly and then took one of her hands in his. He kissed the back of her hand and then the palm. "Until, next year, then," he whispered looking deep into her eyes. "Yes, next year," she whispered, her gaze locked with his. A moment later, she turned, picked up her bag, and waved at Carl. She turned back, smiled at Mike, blew him a kiss, and walked away. She didn't look back even as she made the turn into the hall. There was a little smirking half smile on her lips. ***** Anyone out at the witching hour that night would have stared open mouthed at the vision of beauty in red that walked down the sidewalk putting one foot in front of the other. Her shoulders were back and her head held high as her hips swiveled and swayed. The steady tap of her high heels was in marked contrast to the fluttering and flying cloak that blew in the wind behind her. People stopped and stared as she went by. She never looked one way or the other as she headed on her way into a wonderful new world. A new world of her own making, a new world where she was happy with herself in most every way. She still had a lot of work to do and a lot more things to explore but she was getting there. Tonight had been the turning point for a starting, not an ending.

Growing Up Fast by Isabella Part 1 I first met Dawn in primary one, we were both five years old...we'd never seen each other before, even though we were next door neighbours and were both born in our own homes within days of each other. My parents were arable farmers and Dawn's parents owned the dairy farm at the side of ours but our houses were actually half a mile apart. Our village's primary school was very small, just twenty kids over the five years that the school was designed to educate. We became best friends over those first few years, sharing a double desk, walking to school with either my mother or hers and walking home with the other mother. When we were eleven years old, we had to catch the bus to big school, not just twenty students this time, one thousand two hundred kids. On the way home from school one day when we were thirteen years old, I posed the question, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a boyfriend Dawn?" She shook her head which disappointed me a little because I'd been thinking about girls ever since the move from primarily school up to the secondary school. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a boy...you know...a proper adult kiss with a boy that you aren't related to?" Dawn shook her head again and I said, "Oh!" we walked a few more paces and I added, "I see." We had just reached the bridge over the stream that gave birth to our little village and as we crossed the bridge Dawn said, "You seemed a little disappointed at my answer!" This time it was my turn to shake my head, but instead of saying that I wasn't disappointed, I actually said, "Well...I guess I am a little!" I let my eyes flick over to her face, she was smiling at me, "Shall we take a shortcut home at the side of the stream?" I was about to say 'No bloody chance...Mr Bolter will empty his shotgun at us if he sees us trespassing on his land!" Dawn had already started to climb the fence around Mr Bolter's field, there was something about her face, a twinkle in her eye or a sparkle on her cheek, it was either excitement or devilment but she was already over and dropping down onto the grass of his meadow, flashing the back of her knickers at me in the process...I thought, 'Fuck it!' and followed her over into the meadow. "You do know that this isn't a shortcut...it's fifty percent further following the meandering stream than walking along the road...don't you?" "It might be further but it's a whole lot more interesting!" Dawn punctuated her comment by raising her eyebrows twice in quick succession. I was quite confused at that moment especially when Dawn left the path of the stream, she caught a hold of my right elbow with her left hand and pulled me away from the stream and diagonally across the meadow towards a small stand of willow trees. Dawn stopped at one spot and looked around, she looked towards the village and shook her head, answering an unasked question in her own head. I was pulled into a new position and again Dawn looked around, this time we could clearly see Mr Bolter's house from our new position, Dawn shook her head again and I was pulled to a third place. Dawn was happy with her third choice, all that I could see was a clear path across three fields towards Dawn's farm and a meadow full of black and white cows. She backed up against a tree, grinned at me and held her right hand out towards me. I stepped in closer, she reached up and she hooked her right hand behind my neck, pulling my face into hers...she tilted her head to the left slightly and pressed her lips against mine. I just stood with my hands at my sides, Dawn was running the fingers of her right hand through the short hairs on the back of my neck and her left hand was resting on my side, inside my blazer, just above the waistband of my trousers. The kiss lasted for at least five minutes, she repositioned her head several times to the left and right, relaxing the pressure of her lips against mine with each alteration but never breaking contact. After five minutes of kissing, I felt her lips part slightly against mine and she licked the tip of her tongue along my lips, I jumped away from her, "What...!" Dawn grabbed the back of my neck to stop me jumping too far away from her, she grinned, "You were the one who wanted a proper 'Adult' kiss...adults kiss with their tongues in each other's mouths!" I was pulled back into place and the kiss started all over again, this time at about the two minute mark, she parted her lips again and pressed the tip of her tongue against my lips...this time, I was prepared and parted my lips for her to slip her tongue into my mouth. It felt odd but very pleasant but nowhere near as pleasant as her taking my right hand in her left and placing it on her left breast through her blouse and bra cup. I didn't actually move my hand, I just stood there, her tongue in my mouth and her left nipple growing under the stationary palm of my right hand. Her tongue backed out of my mouth and with her lips still touching mine, she mumbled into my mouth, "Your turn to put your tongue into my mouth now!" I still didn't move my hand, I just poked my tongue into her mouth and then Dawn totally shocked me, her right hand slipped off of the back of my neck, she stroked down over my chest, pausing to pinch my left nipple playfully in passing. Her right hand stroked down over my ribcage, over my stomach and when her hand reached my trousers, she placed the flat of her hand over my rock hard cock...her hand as stationary as mine on her left breast, then she closed her hand around my cock through my trousers and underpants. She started to swordfight with her tongue against mine in her mouth, the kiss suddenly got a whole lot more passionate and she let go of my cock through my clothes, stroked up to my waist and she started to unfasten the belt holding my trousers up. I held my breath as she pushed her hand down the front of my trousers, easing the tips of her fingers under the waistband of my underpants as she slipped her hand inside. She gripped my cock, still inside my pants, and started to rub as we kissed, she pushed my tongue out of her mouth and followed through, her tongue in my mouth again. I started to breath heavily, my knees went weak and every muscle in my body tightened...this wasn't my first ever orgasm, I'd rubbed my own cock a few times in the past but had never felt anything quite like what Dawn was doing to me before, for a start off, Dawn didn't stop when the pleasure washed over my body...in fact, as I started my orgasm, she gripped my cock tighter and rubbed harder and faster. I had a mini explosion and my upper body crashed against hers, my right hand left her breast for the first time as I tried to use it to hold myself up. Dawn carefully removed her hand, she was holding her hand in a lightly clenched fist and once out in the open, she opened her hand and there was a small amount of thick liquid in the palm of her hand. She actually presented the slime to me and giggled at the confused look on my face. I said, "What's that?" Her laughter got louder, "That's your spunk...is this your first ever climax?" I shook my head, "No, I've done it to myself lots of times...I think you rubbed me for too long and too hard...I think you might have broken me!" She stopped laughing and gave me a serious look, "When you masturbate...you're supposed to keep going until you shoot your spunk!" I suddenly lifted up and moved away from Dawn involuntarily, a pain in my right shoulder and a gruff voice in my right ear, "What's going on here then..." my trousers dropped down to my ankles because my belt was still unfastened, "...what do you think your parents will say when I tell them what I've just caught you two doing?" Mr Bolter had caught us in his fields, the Bolter family were famous for over reacting when they catch trespassers on their land. I saw that twinkle return to Dawn's eyes as I was crapping myself and struggling to get my shoulder free of his hand...I had a desperate need to pull my trousers back up. Dawn's right hand was still in a loose fist, my cum still in the palm of her hand...she seemed to be fighting to keep the smile from forming on her lips as she said, "Please Mr Bolter...don't tell our parents what we were doing!" "What's in it for me...I mean, you two little buggers are trespassing on my land and you were both up to no good...why shouldn't I tell your parents?" Dawn stepped away from the tree, "I'm sure that we can come to some form of payment Mr Bolter..." The pain in my shoulder eased as he let go of me, Dawn was stroking her left hand over the front of his trousers, highlighting the size of his massive cock through his brown corduroy trousers before she stepped back into the trunk of the tree and held her arms open, inviting him to follow her to the trunk of the willow tree. I finally managed to wriggle my trousers into place and started to fasten my belt closed as tightly as I could, I looked up and saw Dawn and Mr Bolter kissing, she was struggling to open his trousers with just her left hand, her right hand still wet with my semen...not just his belt this time, she popped the top button and pulled the zip down too. His trousers were far too tight to fall down like mine did. Dawn then pulled the front of his underpants down and hooked the elasticated waistband under his balls...I gasped as Dawn hauled his cock out into the open, he had to be nine or ten inches long and his cock was fatter than my wrist, Dawn looked down at his cock as her left hand gripped under the head of his cock and started to rub up and down, from the head to his balls. I managed to look up from his cock, I was feeling a little worried that I might look a little gay, staring at another man's cock the way that I was. He had pulled the knot in her school tie open and was unbuttoning the front of her blouse. When he reached the bottom button, he pulled the bottom hem of her blouse out of the hem of her skirt. He kissed her again as he pulled her blouse wide open and pushed both edges behind her back under her blazer but his hands went further behind her back and suddenly Dawn's bra seemed to slacken away from her chest and lowered slightly. Dawn gave me a smile and a wink of her left eye as Mr Bolter's hands reappeared from behind her back, he placed his palms on Dawn's ribs just under her bra, he pressed his hands in hard and rubbed them upwards, slipping under her bra's cups and then lifting the front of her bra all the way up and over her head. He went back to kissing Dawn and had one breast in each of his hands, he wasn't just standing with his hands resting on her breasts like my right hand was a few minutes earlier, his hands were really mauling at her tits, leaving deep finger marks in her soft white skin. Dawn's eyes opened even though she was still engaging in her passionate kiss with Mr Bolter, she was looking sideways at my face...I felt a little guilty and looked down, she stopped rubbing her left hand up and down his cock for a moment, her hand right down by his balls, then she moved her right hand, opening her loosely balled fist to show me my little dab of spunk in her palm, so thick that it stood firm, even though her hand was now pointing at the floor. She moved her hand over to his cockhead and started to rotate her right palm around on top of his cock before starting to pull her left hand up and down again. He pulled his hips away from Dawn, I looked up from his cock again, the kissing had stopped and now his mouth was on her tits, kissing them in turn and then biting them, I saw his teeth clamp down on her left nipple and he pulled his head away, stretching her nipple away from her body almost an inch before it snapped back against her breast again. Dawn shivered and his breathing started to increase and I saw his knees bend, he was struggling to keep standing, he started to thrust his hips into her body but she just sidestepped to her left and pushed his cock to the right, there was a sudden explosion and a jet of his semen fired over to the trunk of the willow tree, quickly followed by a second jet, a third just fell to the ground a few feet away from his feet. Dawn fished into her left blazer pocket and she pulled out a packet of travel tissues, she wiped over his cockhead with one tissue and then she handed it to him to wipe the rest of his cock for himself, she took a second tissue out of her packet to wipe her right hand. He put his equipment away and as he was fastening his belt, he looked over at me, "Count yourself lucky that it wasn't my brother Barry that caught you, he likes little boys more than girls, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week if he'd caught you!" I had really expected Dawn to have covered her chest faster than he closed his trousers but she just stood there, leaning back against the tree with her bra cups still behind her head. Mr Bolter was about to walk away when Dawn said, "Will you be at my Grandma's for her birthday party on Sunday Paul?" He stopped and turned to look at her, he smiled, "I'll be there but with my wife...unfortunately!" "I'll see you there then!" He nodded his head and walked away from us. Dawn looked at her wristwatch, "Shit, that took far too long...you'd better help me get my bra back into place, no more time to play today." Getting her bra cups back into place was easy but fastening the burglar-proof lock not so...I had to push her blazer and blouse right up to her head to get at the clasp and see what I needed to do to fasten it...for those few minutes, Dawn was almost totally topless while I struggled. "Why is Mr Bolter going to your grandmother's birthday party?" "He's one of my cousins!" "He's one of your cousins and he made you do that to him!" She laughed, "It was all just a game...I've wanked him off a few times before, it's all just a bit of fun...he wasn't joking about his brother though, he likes to fuck young boys up their bums!" Dawn took a hold my left elbow with her right hand again, the way she did on our walk across the meadow to the willow trees but now we were walking towards the fence between the Bolter farm and her parent's farm, we would have to climb the five bar gate between the two fields and then walk across four more fields to get to the back of her house. "Did it hurt...you know...when he was biting and pinching your...you know!" I was childishly nodding my head towards her chest, unable to name her secondary sexual organs. She laughed at my discomfort, "You can call them tits, jugs, melons, hooters, breasts or even fun-bags... they are nothing to be ashamed of!" "Well...did it hurt?" "Sometimes it's painful but I prefer it when they are played with a little roughly...like Paul was doing back there!" Dawn was far more adult than I was, she was very comfortable talking about sex...so much so that I was surprised that it hadn't come up before in the eight years that we'd spent as close friends at school. We clambered over the first gate into the uninspiring named 'Meadow number six' with its family of cows busily eating grass and producing milk for the afternoon's milking session, we didn't have to climb the gate between meadow number six and meadow number five, the gates were just closed, not locked. It took almost thirty minutes to walk to the back of Dawn's house, her mother was actually on the front door step looking down the track to the highway. When Dawn and I walked out from behind the house her mother spun on her heals and scowled at us, "Where the hell have you been my girl?" Dawn smiled at her mother, "We took a short cut across Bolter's meadow!" Her mother gave me a suspicious look, "And who caught you trespassing?" Dawn and her mother both looked at me, the fact that I was standing upright and in no sign of distress or pain of any kind, her mother said, "Obviously Paul looking at Robin's face and the smile on yours!" Dawn nodded her head. "Right my girl, inside right now, change out of your uniform and get started on your homework right away." Dawn let go of my elbow, she started to run into her house but stopped, she kissed me on my cheek and said, "Make sure that you do the maths homework tonight, Book two, questions seventy to eighty-five, we need them for first period in the morning!" I couldn't believe my luck, I walked on air for the first five hundred yards and ended up skipping for the second five hundred to my house. I had thought that Dawn had managed my orgasm professionally but when I changed into my casual clothes, my underpants were stained and crusty and the inside of my trousers had a white chalky stain on them, on the inside...that would be difficult to explain to my mother so I used a damp sponge and a little dab of hand washing liquid detergent to scrub the inside of my school trousers. I folded them carefully and then hung them on the back of my wardrobe door before buckling down to my homework. I pulled my geography book out, I quite liked geography, one of the few subjects that I found easy but then Dawn's final words echoed through my head, I remembered her words and also the kiss on my cheek in front of her mother that preceded it and I grew a stiff cock as I swapped my geography homework for my maths...my mind wasn't really in my work, my hard cock kept reminding me that I'd had my first real kiss from an actual girl, I'd been guided to first base on her...upstairs/outside...and then she went through first and third base on me before making my day and reaching fourth base on me, that's if girls count their bases the same way that boys...shit, I'm a doofus, she was just standing there with her tits hanging out after Paul Bolter walked away from her and I just stood there looking at her for about five minutes before she said that we'd better get going...she was probably waiting for me to reach out for second base...shit, I should have taken the lead, she had put my hand on third base, I guess that I couldn't expect her to take the lead all the time! It took me all evening to get an answer to the fifteen questions in my maths homework, partly because of the difficult nature of the maths questions but I think more to do with my erection and memories of Dawn wanking me and then putting on the show of wanking her cousin Paul...Dawn certainly wasn't shy, not in the least, not in front of me and seemingly, not in front of her mother either. After dinner I went to bed and masturbated with two alternating images in my head, the image of Dawn's dark blue knickers when she dropped into Bolter's meadow and the image of her tits being mauled and bitten by her cousin. I reached my orgasm and was about to stop when I remembered Dawn saying that I needed to keep going until I actually spewed spunk out of my cock's little eye. When I finally let fly, it felt like I was about to pass out, when I came back to my senses, there was a line of wetness all the way from my cock to my chin...I'd thought to pull my pyjama bottoms all the way down but had given no thought at all to my pyjama jacket so now I had a line of spunk all the way up the front of my jacket. My bedroom door suddenly opened and my mother walked in, "Are you okay dar...oh my God...I'm sorry darling, I thought that you were having an asthma attack..." I said, "Mum...a little privacy please!" as I struggled to pull my pyjama bottoms back up. Mum had turned her back on me but was still standing in my bedroom doorway. "...you've messed your pyjama top darling, you'd better change and put it in the laundry basket so that I can wash it overnight before it stains!" Mum left me alone to get my breath back, so now I'd been embarrassed by my mother walking in on me as I finished masturbating myself and I had to face the double embarrassment of changing and taking my dirty pyjamas down to the kitchen so that my mother could wash my spunk out of it. Mum was waiting for me in the kitchen, standing by the washing machine, she was sorting through the coloured clothes in the laundry basket when I handed her my pyjamas, she pulled out a pair of her knickers and a bra...the knickers weren't the ones that I usually saw on the washing line, they were usually white and large...nothing at all sexy about her underwear, this was the first time I'd seen bright scarlet knickers, very small, with black lace trim and matching bra with what looked like just half of the cups that her usual bras had. 'Damned it...I'd only just beaten my cock down and it was hard all over again!' Dad walked into the kitchen and said, "Are we going to another party already darling?" I saw my mother blush slightly, "No darling, I'm just getting around to washing them after last week's party." I was finding great difficulty in hiding my erection from both my mother and father...my pyjama bottoms being quite thin material and having no button or zipper to keep the fly hole closed but my mind was now sparking in my head, 'Party...last week's party...I don't remember my mum and dad going to a party and there sure as hell wasn't a party here at our house, I was here all the time...well, from four-thirty in the afternoon to seven o'clock in the morning, at any rate!' I was forced to kiss my mother goodnight for the second time that evening...that did my bloody erection no good at all, especially as my pyjama clad cock pressed against her hip during that kiss. There was no kiss for my father, kissing him goodnight stopped seven years ago, now, after kissing my mother, he would just ruffle my hair and wish me a goodnight. I closed the living room door behind me and leaned my back against it instead of heading straight for the stairs up to my bedroom. I heard my father say, "Did Robin seem to be acting strangely to you darling?" "Not strangely...I think he discovered sex today, he was more than an hour late getting home from school...Vicky phoned me to see if Dawn was over here when she was late getting home from school and when I checked his underpants in the laundry basket, there were definitely semen stains all over the front of them and when I opened his bedroom door after finding them, he had just finished wanking himself and there were strings of semen all over his pyjama top." "I was surprised to see that you were putting your party lingerie into the washing machine in front of Robin!" "I'm really fed up with hiding my sexiest lingerie from him, having to wash it by hand when he's out of the house or in bed and only pegging them out on the line while he's at school, so now that I think he knows all about sex, I'm not going to hide my sexy lingerie from him anymore!" My father said, "Does this mean that we don't have to keep our little parties hidden from Robin as well?" I heard my mother chuckle, "That might just be a step too far, we don't want too many people to find out our little secrets...do we?" "I guess not!" 'Shit, I'm hard all over again!' I ran back to my bedroom, I needed a wank all over again but it was already an hour past my bedtime but it was no good, I'd never fall asleep with my bone standing to attention in my pyjama bottoms so I'd have to wank myself all over again...but this time, I'd open my pyjama top as well as pulling my bottoms down. I woke up at six thirty and when I tried to get up in a hurry, in need of a pee, I fell flat on my face, I'd fallen asleep while still rubbing my cock and had slept all night with my pyjama top open and my bottoms wrapped around my ankles. It took me an age to sort myself out, batting the birds that were flying around my head away as I pulled my trousers up and hopped to the toilet. I didn't get dressed for school right away, I went down to the kitchen to eat my breakfast still wearing my pyjamas. I'd no longer sat at the kitchen table in front of my bowl of Coco Pops when there was a knock at the back door and Dawn stepped into the kitchen. Mum greeted Dawn with, "Hi Dawn, you're very early for school today darling!" "I am...Robin was doing his maths homework last night and you know what he's like..." Mum giggled, "When it comes to maths, Robin has two left feet darling!" I finished my mouthful of chocolate flavoured rice krispies and swallowed it down, "Hey...if you're going to talk about me behind my back, would you mind not doing it in front of my face please!" Dawn gave me a sweet smile, "Did you finish all of your homework last night Robin?" "I did, I managed to answer every question from seventy-two to eighty-five!" "Seventy-two to eighty-five...I said, 'seventy to eighty-five!' Where's your homework book?" "Erm...in my bedroom." Dawn walked across the kitchen to the door out to the passageway and the stairs up to the bedrooms..."Come on, I'm going to look through your homework to make sure that you haven't made your usual mistakes!" I took my bowl to the kitchen sink and followed Dawn to the stairs. Dawn stopped at the halfway landing and looked down at me, "Are you looking up the back of my skirt Robin?" "NO!" Dawn giggled, "Why not?" She turned with a flick of her hip and started up the second flight to the landing above...when I reached the turning point, I just managed to see up the back of her skirt, not the same dark blue knickers as yesterday, I saw light pink and as she parted her legs to step up onto the landing, I realised that she wasn't wearing light pink knickers, she wasn't wearing any knickers at all. "Which is your room lover boy?" "First on the left!" Dawn walked to the first door on the right and pushed it open, "Your bedroom is even messier than I'd imagined it would be Robin!" Dawn pointed to the first room on the left, "Is that your bathroom?" I nodded my head, she pointed with her thumb to my bedroom, "That's the first room on the right...not left!" I looked at my hands and Dawn patted the back of my right hand, "This one is your right hand...good thing I know you so well!" I followed Dawn into my bedroom and pointed to my satchel, my homework's in there!" Dawn stepped into me and she kissed me on the lips, "Get ready for school!" "Are you taking my satchel down to the kitchen while I get changed?" She grinned at me and shrugged her shoulders, "No, I want to watch you getting changed." "But my mother will..." Dawn's lips crushed mine again and she slipped her tongue into my mouth and then she said, "Your mother will know that I watched you getting naked...does it worry you letting your mother find out that you're sexually active?" "I think that she's already guessed, she told my dad that I was over an hour late back home from school and she walked in on me while I was..." I blushed. "Your mother walked in on you while you were masturbating?" I slapped her hands away from the buttons down the front of my pyjama top but she was insistent and managed to fight me off long enough to strip me out of my pyjamas...not just my top but my bottoms as well, she stroked down to my cock and took it in her hand, I love the way that you look when you're naked...I like older men to have hairy chests..." she rubbed her fingertips over my pubic mound, "...this feels nice as well!" I managed to prise myself away from Dawn and she sat on my bed while I got dressed in my school uniform. When we got back down to the kitchen, my mother raised her eyebrows at the fact that I'd got changed for school while Dawn was in my bedroom with me, I blushed but Dawn just gave my mother a sweet smile and pushed me down onto my seat at the kitchen table. Dawn made me do question seventy and seventy one, she was standing over me watching me work and then she suddenly pushed me to one side and joined me on my dining chair, one cheek each! "You have to concentrate more Robin...look here, the answer to the first part of the question was fifty-six and you wrote sixty-five!" Dawn picked through the rest of my answers and pointed out three mistakes where I'd transposed numbers and when she was happy that I'd worked out the right answers to all fifteen questions, she stood up and asked my mother if she could use our toilet. When she got back in the kitchen she asked me if I was ready to go to school, mum said, "you're more than thirty minutes early, I could get you a drink or something!" "That's okay...we could do with thirty minutes snogging time before the bus comes!" The 'Comes!' was drawn out because I was dragging her out of the house before my mother killed me stone dead. Once we got onto the track leading from the farm house to the road, Dawn pushed her hand under my arm and slipped her arm across my lower back and she hooked her thumb in my back pocket, her palm on my buttock through my trousers and underpants. I lifted my hand and placed it in her bum, "Knickers...you weren't wearing knickers earlier were you?" "Darling, I was bare arsed in your house for over thirty minutes, I can't go all the way to school that way, if you were interested in looking at that area or feeling it...you should have done it earlier, not waited until now!" I berated myself when I realised that I'd now missed two opportunities, after she finished wanking Paul Bolter yesterday, she stood there with her tits exposed for almost ten minutes and I did nothing but look at them, and today, I knew that she wasn't wearing any knickers and I did nothing , I didn't look, I didn't touch...nothing!" I really had to take more control over things if I wanted to have some fun. The snogging at the bus stop was great, a little public though, standing at the side of a road with two thousand cars an hour driving past us. Today at school was the day that we spent the least time together in class, we sat together for the first eighty minutes but after morning break, I did eighty minutes of woodwork while Dawn and the rest of the girls did art. After lunch, we had sex education but for some reason, the girls had a female teacher for sex-ed and the boys had a man and final period, I had 'Remedial Maths' because I wasn't very good at Maths and Dawn had independent studies, because she was basically good at every subject. We met up at the end of school and walked to the bus stop together, just before the bus came, I accidentally stroked my hand over Dawn's bum and realised that the knickers I felt through her skirt on the walk to the bus to school weren't there now. "What happened to your knickers?" "I took them off after my independent studies period." "Why?" "I thought that you might want to play a little on our way home." I think I broke the world record for growing from a quarter of an inch to four inches long inside my underpants and sat on the bus with a stupid grin on my face all the way between school and the road leading to our village. When we reached the bridge over the stream I said, hopefully, "Are we taking the shortcut across Bolter's meadow again?" Dawn shook her head, "Look over there, it's Barry Bolter watching over the field today, not Paul...Barry can be a real pain in the arse for young boys like you!" I was a little disappointed as we walked into the centre of the village, Dawn spotted some wild flowers in the grass verge at the side of the road and picked a few to form a posy, "I want to lay these flowers on my great grandfather's grave on my way home." I followed Dawn into the churchyard, she dropped the posy ay the front of her great grandfather's headstone, he was one of the many Clarkes in the grave yard, almost half of the headstones in that graveyard were Clarkes or Clarks, a quarter of them were from my family and the rest were just a mixture of people that came and went from our village over the years. Our church wasn't very old in church terms, it was built out of red brick because our area had no stone quarries nearby. It was built with large windows, windows that were so large that what was left of the brick walls couldn't support the roof beams so between each window, there were massive brick buttress all around the building and on each corner what were called cross buttresses to stop the walls being pushed out at the corners. The large triangular buttresses didn't look elegant like the more recent flying buttresses, not elegant but they did provide a dozen private little spaces around the church. Dawn pulled me across the east end of the church, behind the apse and down the north side of the building to about the half way point, she stopped at the side of one of the buttresses, at the bottom, the buttress was four feet deep but it thinned out as it climbed towards the top of the wall. "You stand there and keep an eye open, warn me if anyone comes!" Dawn backed away from me towards the wall of the church, she almost tripped up on the ring of concrete that ran around the base of the wall, four inches thick and two feet wide, it had been laid down before I was born because rain water dripping down off of the roof was washing away the soil at the base of the wall and dumping a few tons of concrete around the base of the wall was cheaper than sending a steeplejack up on the roof to fix the real problem and stop the water dripping down. Dawn stepped up onto the concrete platform and used it like a stage, "I think that you like looking at me more than you like touching me..." as she said that, she was pulling at the knot in her school tie. I looked to the left and right, the way was still clear. I watched as she unbuttoned the front of her blouse, she pulled the bottom of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and pushed the open ends behind her back but inside of her blazer. She stroked her hands up her ribcage to her bra covered breasts, she lifted both of them up, still covered in their bra cups, "Do you like my bra?" I nodded my head. "It's better than yesterday's bra..." she lifted her right hand and lowered her left and her bra suddenly popped open, unlike yesterdays bra, this one opened at the front, "...do you like looking at my tits?" I was feeling a bit like a lemon but I just grinned and nodded my head again before remembering my watching brief and I looked in both directions. Dawn pushed her bra cups behind her back, trapping them between her back and her blouse, and then leaned her back against the wall. I watched as she spent five minutes mauling her own breasts, pinching her nipples and pilling at them as her breathing increased in speed. "Would you like to try doing this to me?" I nodded my head and stepped forwards, "STOP!" Dawn waved me away so I returned to my post to keep a look out. I saw that little twinkle in her eye again, just like I saw yesterday. She leaned forwards slightly and reached down to the bottom hem on the front of her skirt, she started to roll the front of her skirt up, forming a sausage of polyester/cotton in her hand before sucking her stomach in and pushing the roll of material into the top of her skirt. "Do you like my pussy?" Another stupid grin and a nodding head. "What do you think...hairy or bald like a preteen?" This time I gave her a confused look. "Some men prefer a young girl to look much younger and ask her to shave her pussy mound for them...those men usually like the girl to call them 'Daddy!' too." Dawn parted her legs and bent her knees slightly, presenting me with a slightly different view of her lower hole! She rubbed her fingers over her pussy lips, "These are called my labia or pussy lips, there are two of them..." "I can see that!" "...two of them on each side, rubbing the outer lips like this gives me a little..." she shivered and closed her eyes, "...pleasure." She moved her fingers slightly, parting her lips, "The inner lips are much more sensitive, rubbing them is more pleasurable than rubbing the outer ones...let me see your cock" I unzipped my trousers quickly and pulled the front of my underpants down so that Dawn could see how excited she had made me Dawn gave a deep sigh and her body shook, then she moved her fingers again, "This is called my clitoris...well, it's actually my clitoral hood, my clitoris is trapped under the hood and if I rub it like this..." she gave a squeal of pleasure and her breathing increased as if she had just sprinted a hundred meters, "...Come here and feel me." I did a quick look in both directions and dashed in to her, my left hand mauling at her tits and my right hand between her legs. She directed me to rub her outer lips, move on to her inner lips and then she moved my index finger to her clitoris. It was like trying to chase a greased pig around between her legs, her clit felt like a little grain of rice under the skin but as I tried to rub it it moved out of the way and I had to press harder to catch it. Dawn had a massive orgasm and then she pushed me away from her, "Go and look, see it everything is okay!" I looked casually to the left and then the right and quickly to the left again, I gritted my teeth and whispered, "Mrs Smith is walking Toby!" Dawn allowed her blazer to fall closed and fastened a single button. She gestured for me to go to her and pulled me into a kiss, as my body closed into her, because she was slightly higher than me, my cock just slotted in easily between her thighs, her left hand shot down to keep my cock out of her cunt, just as Mrs Smith came into view, Toby pulled over to us and was sniffing between us, his tongue washing over my cock as well as Dawn's hairy bush. "That was a massive turn on!" Dawn giggled and then she said, "Just make sure that she's out of sight beyond the apse." I walked backwards to a point where my head was high enough to see past the buttress but my lower body was still hidden. "She's just turned the corner, she'd heading for the main road." Dawn called me back to her but this time she stopped me getting close enough for my cock to touch her pussy. She had opened her blazer again, her other clothes still trapped behind her back, she kissed me and rubbed my cock, then she dropped into a squat, she leaned in and sniffed at my cock, "I can smell Toby's bad breath on your lovely cock." Dawn's head moved a little closer, she skinned my cock back, exposing the head from under my foreskin and she leaned in and kissed its head...her eyes rolled up to look at my eyes as she pulled her lips off of my cock, "You know that ninety-nine out of a hundred boys at school would have tried to push their cocks into my mouth when I was that close to doing it but not you, you're about the only boy that never tries to go further!" I really felt insulted at that, she was, to all intents and purposes, calling me slow on the uptake. She was rubbing her hand up and down my cock quite fast as she was looking at it closely, then she leaned in again and kissed it, I put my hands on the back of her head and pulled her face in hard as I pushed my hips forwards, her mouth popped open and she took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her hand sped up on my cock, she was in a hurry because no one was keeping a lookout now, she sucked a little harder too and then she started to lick over my cockhead as well, I was rolling through my orgasm and suddenly exploded into her mouth, she jumped back, turned her head and spat what I'd just pumped into her mouth, onto the ground. My body jerked again and I let a jet of spunk fly into her hair, a third jet landed in her ear and a forth...not a jet this time, just a dribble...fell onto her left breast. In just twenty-four hours, I'd gone from less than a teaspoonful of spunk to what looked like a half a pint as it dripped down the side of her neck. She spat again and then gave me a sour look, "You're supposed to pat the back of my head when you feel your balls boiling over to give me a chance to spit your cock out if I don't want..." Dawn smacked her lips together and had a confused look on her face, "...you to cum in my mouth, erm, did you eat cinnamon recently?" I was straight on the defensive, "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do, I've never done anything like this before...erm, yes, I had cinnamon rolls for my tea last night and some cinnamon cake for my morning snack...why?" "It's my first time too..." That was a shock to me, Dawn seemed to know exactly what she was doing. "...but I talk to my friends about things like this, they told me that the boy is supposed to indicate when they are about to fill your mouth...what do you talk to your friends about sex?" "We don't talk about sex, we only talk about football." Dawn smacked her lips together again as she reached for her pocket and the little pack of travel tissues, she handed me one and said, "Wipe your spunk out of my hair please and your spunk tastes disgusting but it has an after taste of cinnamon!" While I wiped her hair with the tissue that she'd given to me, she was mopping her ear out and wiping down the side of her neck and over her left breast. "The next time I suck your cock tap the back of my head just before you spurt so that I can choose to take it in my mouth or not!" Well, the 'Next time!' part of that statement filled my heart with joy...at least I hadn't pissed her off totally and there was a chance that she'd do it to me again sometime and much as I loved masturbating...especially after Dawn taught me to cum properly, having my dick sucked was far more pleasurable than just wanking myself or even having Dawn wanking me. I heard a gravel sound from behind and to my left, I pulled away from Dawn and looked around the buttress and breathed a sigh of relief, it was one of the local farm dogs that were allowed to roam free around the village. It made a run at Dawn and started licking at the side of her neck, her ear and her hair and finally, over her left breast, to lick up what was left of my spunk that we'd missed during our clean up regimen. Having a great brute of a dog licking Dawn's breast caused her a giggling fit that was far too loud for our hidden position. I looked around the edge of the buttress again and growled, "Vicar!" Dawn pushed the dog away from her and jumped to her feet, she pulled the roll of skirt out of the waistband of her skirt and let it fall back into place as the dog started to show a keen interest in that part of her body but she pushed his head away. Then she pulled her blazer back into place as quickly as she could, the vicar announced his presence by saying, "Where are you Atlas...I don't want you digging in my flower bed again or pissing on my apple tree sapling before it has a chance to root!" I was once again crapping myself wondering what the vicar would say about catching me and Dawn hiding behind his church. I looked back at Dawn and was surprised to see her kneeling with her back to me, she giggled and said in an overly loud voice, "Stop it Robin, you've made me spoil my brass rubbing now...shit...get off boy!" The vicar suddenly appeared at my side as the dog was trying to mount Dawn from behind. "Sorry for the bad word vicar, I thought that Robin was deliberately trying to ruin my brass rubbing until I saw Mr Procter's dog trying to be naughty with me!" The vicar grabbed Atlas' collar and pulled him away from Dawn's back. Dawn had actually managed to do quite a good job of brass rubbing a small plaque on the back wall of the church in such a few seconds, I was just frozen to the spot like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights on a road at night, Dawn had come up with a plan, prepared herself and actioned the plan in a fraction of a second...perhaps I really was slow! Because the vicar was there, we had to walk with him out of our hiding place as he fought to keep Atlas away from her. Dawn waited until we were too far away from the vicar for him to hear us and she said, "Having my blouse and bra tucked behind my back, trapped under my blazer, is bloody uncomfortable!" As we walked along, she was struggling to pull things back into place under her blazer. By the time we reached the track leading to our farm houses, she'd managed to fasten her bra and button her blouse up but she hadn't bothered tucking it into her skirt again or fastening her school tie up. I walked into the kitchen, mum was exactly where I expected her to be, at the sink cooking or baking, I greeted her and she smiled at me, "Your father needs to have a word with you darling!" I turned and looked out of the back door and across the lower fifty acre field where my father had planted wheat and towards the mid twenty acre field where the potatoes were planted, he would usually be in one of the other as the top field was lying fallow this year. "He's not out there, he's in the living room waiting for you!" I walked in to the living room and was told to sit opposite him. My dad was struggling to speak, I didn't envy him though, he started out with, "I know that Dawn is the same age as you but she is far more...sexually aware than you..." At some point in his lecture, a large box of condoms were pushed across the coffee table between us and the lecture ended with, "...your mother and I feel that you're a little young to start having sex but now that Dawn is old enough to get pregnant if you do, we have to insist that you wear one of these every time you two do it!" I picked up my box of ten condoms, my eyes blinking uncontrollably as I walked for the stairs to go to my bedroom to get changed. I was working on autopilot as I stripped my clothes off, I didn't stop at my underpants like I usually did and just as I was stepping out of my underpants, mum walked in on me, I pulled my underpants in front of my cock to hide the erection that just sprang to attention when my mother walked in on me. "Dawn should really wear smudge proof lipstick...perhaps I could pick some up for her next time I'm in town, and you could give it to her as a gift!" I gasped and looked down, expecting to see a ring of lipstick around my cock, mum chuckled as she lifted the front of her pinny, spat on a corner of it and rubbed it against my cheek, wiping Dawn's lipstick off, "Passion pink...I'll try to remember that!" Mum seemed totally comfortable being in my bedroom while I was totally naked, she was picking through the detritus on my floor and then she sat on the edge of my single bed, "You really should tidy this mess up if you're going to entertain girls in here darling...I had a word with Vicky Clarke earlier, they are having...well, we are having a party at the dairy on Friday evening and she thought that Dawn might like to have a sleepover here with you so that we can go a little wilder at the party and if Dawn is out of the house, Vicky and John don't have to put the upstairs out of bounds!" Mum had an armful of my dirty washing, including my school shirt with smudges of passion pink lipstick around its collar, "Are you putting those underpants in the wash as well darling?" I meekly handed my underpants over and just stood there with my cock ram-rod hard in front of me. Mum left my bedroom and walked across the hall to the bathroom and dumped the washing in the hamper, then, just as I was closing my bedroom door again, she returned carrying the laundry basked in one hand and handed me the towel that I'd used that morning for my wash, "Here, you can use this when you take care..." she nodded her head down towards my cock, "...of that, bring it down to the kitchen when you've finished...dinner will be about thirty minutes and I've baked another batch of cinnamon rolls for after!" Mum had been very casual, nothing seemed out of the ordinary but she had basically just told me to have a wank in the next thirty minutes and mop up my spunk on my towel before taking it to her in the kitchen and in the same breath that she's baked my favourite sweet rolls for my pudding. I really was growing up fast!

Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 13 I woke up when Martina came down the stairs. She was full of apologies when she saw me but I told her not to worry, that I shouldn’t still be in bed at that time. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and went onto the front deck to wake up properly whilst sunbathing. I waved at Toby and made sure that my feet were closest to him when I lay down. It was late afternoon when I started to think about what I was going to do. By that time I was hungry so I slipped a dress on and walked over to the café. As I was eating I saw Kate, Zoe walking towards that part of the marina. When they got close enough I shouted over to them and invited them to have a drink with me. Zoe told me that they had ‘escaped’ for a while before they were all going out for dinner. I told them that they were welcome to hang out with me but said that they’d have one drink then they had better go back. After chatting for ages they got up to leave and I told them that their knickers and bras were back; all nice and clean. They came back to the boat to collect them and I asked them if they had any on right then. It was obvious that they didn’t have bras on but they hadn’t accidentally flashed their pussies to me. “No,” Zoe said, “we thought that we’d try to see how long we can go before mum or dad says anything.” “Good luck with that;” I replied, “remember to act normal and they might never know.” As they left I decided that I was going to the gym again. It was time to flash my pussy and tits to Pedro, and anyone else who may be there, again; but I had a little problem; well 3 actually, left, right and pussy. What to wear, inside and out. The skirt part was easy; I’d already decided that I was going to wear my ultra-short, white, skater type skirt. On top I finally decided to wear one of daddy’s white vests that I found in his wardrobe. It’s way too big for me and I knew that whenever I bent forwards it would hang low letting anyone who cared to look, see my tits. The only problem was that it was way too long for me, it just covered my butt. I was just about to cut most of it off when I had another idea. I put it on again and looked at myself in the mirror. “Yes,” I thought, “this will do as a dress, a baggy dress; not the smartest dress, but for going to the gym it would do just fine.” An image came into my head of me doing a handstand and the dress puddling around my hands. I felt pleased with my idea. Then there was the third problem; what to put in my pussy. Did I want a constant vibration or did I want random blasts. After much deliberation I chose my egg. I put new batteries in it and easily slid it into my wet pussy. As I did that I wondered if it was normal for a horny 18 year old girl to have a permanently wet pussy, especially in a warm climate like it is in Ibiza. Not getting an answer, I took the vest off, put a dress on and put everything that I’d need in my backpack. One taxi ride later and I was walking into the gym and being greeted by Pedro who seemed really pleased to see me. After a bit of chit chat I went to the changing room. As I walked I heard Pedro making a phone call. It was in Spanish but easily understood. He was telling someone that the flasher girl was back and get round there quick. I smiled to myself and thought, “Bring it on guys. I’ve got it and it makes me happy to show it to you.” I was a little disappointed that I was the only one in the uni-sex, or gender neutral, changing room. I changed into daddy’s vest and my trainers, tweaked my nipples through the vest to make the little tents even bigger; then turned the egg to ‘frequent random’. The egg hit me with a quick blast almost immediately and I decided that I was happy that I’d chosen the top of the range remote controlled vibrating egg. As I walked into the gym I looked around and saw 2 men and 2 girls. All glanced over to me then got on with their workouts. Pedro followed me in then told me that we would start with some warm-up exercises. Thankfully he told me that he would demonstrate each one then tell me to do 10 of each of the exercises. We went through the following and by the time that I was finished I needed a rest: - Squats Lunge and knee lifts Leg swings Star jumps Press-up’s Squat thrusts The first 3 weren’t very revealing but as soon as I started the star jumps I could feel daddy’s vest going up and down on me. The right shoulder ‘straps’ slipped off my shoulder and down my arm and I could my right tit in the mirror in front of me. It was only for a split second but I could swear that I could see my slit in the mirror. Then the press-ups. Not only did the vest rise up over my butt, but the front was hanging low and I could see both of my tits in the mirror. Also in the mirror I could see the 2 guys and 1 of the girls watching me. Half way through the 10 press-up’s the egg zapped me and I collapsed flat on floor for a couple of seconds which provoked Pedro to tell me to stop resting and get on with it. The squat thrusts were the most revealing as my vest slid right up to my shoulders as my feet jumped forwards. By the time that I was doing those I noticed that 2 more men had appeared in the gym and were staring at my bare backside. Those warm-up exercises over Pedro told me to spend 10 minutes on one of the exercise cycles. When I got to it I noticed that the saddle was set a bit high for me. I looked at Pedro hoping that he’d come over and lower it. He just motioned for me to get on it and start pedalling, which I did. And that was a nice surprise. My pussy slid from side to side on the saddle that rubbed my clit. With the help of the egg zapping me, it wasn’t long before I was cumming in front of the increasing number of young men, and the 2 girls that were watching me. As I calmed down I looked over to my little audience and saw that 2 of the men had their phones out and they were both videoing me. I smiled. Pedro came to collect me and took me to another machine, one that I hadn’t used before. After he demonstrated it he told me to have a go. It was hard work and not very revealing. I smiled to myself when Pedro took me to the next machine; it was the leg spreader. I’d been looking forward to going on that one again and I wasn’t disappointed; neither were my audience or the cameras. Pedro set the weights and he seemed to set them so that it was easy for me to spread my legs but nearly impossible for me to pull them together again. I wondered if he was doing that on purpose. There were 7 men and the 2 girls watching me when Pedro said I was done on the leg spreader. I was starting to think that my workout was over when Pedro rubbed his stomach and asked me if it was my abs that I wanted to work on. I rubbed my stomach, over the vest, and nodded my head. He then led me over to the mats and told me to get down on my back. He then demonstrated: - Crunches Reverse crunches Sit ups Leg raises Bicycle Then one at a time he got me to do them, 20 of each. Of course, that meant that my vest was often up around my waist, much to the delight of the audience and cameras. I asked Pedro to hold my feet down when I did the sit ups and the egg got the better of me after the 8th rep. I had to have a little break before continuing. At the end of them I was feeling the effect of all my hard work but Pedro wasn’t finished. “You need to keep your legs flexible Georgia. You need to do the splits.” I looked at him, using my expression to tell him that I was knackered; but he just took my hand and pulled me over to one corner of the big room. “Okay Georgia, let’s see you try.” I’d taken gymnastics in PE at school so I knew that I could do the splits, so I slowly slid my feet apart and looked at him as I went down into my best version of the splits. “Good, Georgia; very good, but can you do that standing up?” “What; I don’t understand.” I replied. “Watch;” I can start it but I can’t get my leg all the way up. I’m a man, girls find it easier.” I wasn’t sure about that part but I was willing to have a go; especially as it would mean my vest going up around my waist. I had a go and surprised myself by being able to do it. I was pleased and so was my audience who had followed me across the room and were now applauding me. If I hadn’t of been balanced on one foot I may have just given them a little curtsey. “Your flexibility and balance is good Georgia but you need to keep using it or you will lose it. You can bring your leg down now Georgia.” I smiled and did so, my vest falling back down to cover my pussy and butt. “That’s why I am here Pedro. Are there any other balancing things that I can practice?” “I guess that handstands and walking on your hands is good balance practice.” “I can do those.” I replied with a grin on my face. I just knew what would happen if I turned myself upside down. Pedro turned his hand over indicating that I should do it; so I did. Just as soon as my legs were up I felt gravity getting to work with the vest. It puddled around my hands and I walked out of it and towards the audience. As I moved forwards I let my legs spread wide to help me balance. I saw feet move out of my way as I walked right through them, turned and walked back. When I dropped my legs and got onto my feet I got a little round of applause. This time I did do a little curtsey. Then I thought, “Oops, I’m naked in a public gym with people watching me.” I picked up the vest and put it on before turning to Pedro. “Very good Georgia that was a really good workout. I would like you to do all those exercises every time that you come here, just increasing the number of reps each time. Can you do that for me?” “Even the walking out of my clothes?” I asked. “Look Georgia, do you see any unhappy people? No, so yes, if you end up naked you will make a lot of people happy.” “Well I think that I can manage that Pedro.” “So when will you come again Georgia?” “In about 2 minutes.” I thought, but actually said, “I don’t know but it won’t be long. I promise.” I left the room and went to get a shower. I was followed into the changing room by a man still holding his phone. In there I saw a man and one of the girls that I’d seen in the gym. They were at opposite ends of the room and both were naked, the girl drying herself. “Cute.” I thought as I looked at the man’s cock as I lifted daddy’s vest up and over my head then turned to look at the man who had followed me in; he was holding his phones like he was videoing me. I got my shampoo out of my backpack and walked to the shower where I saw another naked man showering. As I showered, watching the man showering, the naked man who I first saw came into the shower; followed by the man with the phone who had now got naked as well. The man who’d been videoing me came up to me and asked if I would mind having my photograph taken with the men. “Hmm,” I thought, “naked me with 3 naked men!” “Yes, okay; how would you like me?” I replied. For the next 15 minutes or so, I posed in quite a few innocent and sexy poses with them. The 2 who didn’t have their phones with them went and got them and I have no idea how many photos they took. The innocent photos soon turned to sexy ones. Two of the men squat either side of me then lifted me up between them. My arms instinctively went round their shoulders. One of each of their arms was supporting my butt whilst their other arms held my legs wide apart. The third man clicked away with his phone camera. This was repeated twice more with a different man taking the photographs. Whilst I was up there that third time the egg kicked into life with a long blast that took me over the top and I hung on to the 2 men holding me. They, of course, realised that I was cumming and were grinning and talking to each other in Spanish. The gist of what they were saying was they thought that I was a slut. As I retreated from the edge I thought about what I’d heard and I had to agree with them. What’s more, I felt proud of that. When the 2 men let me slide down to the floor my hands slid down and found 2 hard cocks. I looked up at the men and smiled. Then I started wanking them. “This is what sluts do isn’t it?” I thought as my hands went up and down. I looked up to the 2 men and saw that neither of them was unhappy about what I was doing so I got down onto my knees and licked the tip of first one, then the other cock. I felt both cocks twitch and maybe get a little harder. Getting no objections, my mouth alternated between sucking the 2 cocks, taking them deep into my throat. I was just getting really into doing that when I felt the third man lifting my hips so that I was on my legs but bent forwards to be able to suck the cocks. Then I felt the third man’s cock pressing against my pussy. I shuffled my feet apart and felt the cock penetrate my hole. Then I felt some pain and I heard the man behind me swear and withdraw. I quickly realised what the source of the problem was and I put my right hand under me and to my pussy. Then I squeezed the egg out and into my hand. Putting the egg onto the floor I was able to concentrate on the 2 cocks in front of me. I waggled my butt a little and soon felt the cock behind me ram hard into me. It didn’t take long for all 3 cocks to erupt, one inside my vagina and the other 2 onto my face. As I felt them start to cum I’d backed off the one that I was sucking and looked up to both their faces. With my mouth open I was quickly rewarded with 2 lots of man cum shooting at my face. When the cock inside my hole withdrew I stood up and licked up the man cum that my tongue could reach and swallowed it whilst still looking into the men’s faces. I was just finishing that when I heard someone clapping. I turned my head to see the girl that had been in the changing room when I went in. She was still naked and grinning as she clapped her hands. In Spanish she said, “That was quite some performance Georgia. I like the egg touch. How would you like to get paid for doing that?” In Spanish, I asked her what she meant. Changing to English, she told me that she worked at a club that put on live sex shows, and since I had done just that with 3 men that she doubted that I knew, she wondered if I would consider doing that professionally. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s one thing having sex with strangers in a quiet place like this but in front of an audience is something completely different. I don’t think that I could.” “Oh I think that you could Georgia, it’s not just in here, I watched you in the workout room and you were really enjoying being naked and cumming in front of all those men.” “Well yes, I can’t deny that but …… I don’t know.” I was verbally being a bit shy but my pussy was gushing and my brain was saying, “Yes, yes, yes; when do I start?” “Tell you what Georgia, have that shower that you haven’t finished yet then we’ll talk some more. Mind you don’t stand on your little toy; you definitely don’t want to damage that.” I smiled, picked up my shampoo and turned the nearest shower on. I looked round and saw the 3 men finishing their showers and I watched their cute butts as they walked out. The girl was still stood there watching me, and the 3 men. When I’d finished showering and cleaning my egg I went to my locker and got dried. The girl was at the other side of the room getting dressed. I noted that she didn’t put any underwear on under her micro skirt and tank top. I was just slipping on my dress on when the girl turned and walked over to me. “So Georgia, have you been thinking about it?” “What sort of sex shows are they?” “All sorts, we change them just about every night.” “I mean, is it just fucking in front of an audience?” “Tell you what Georgia, come and have a drink with me and I’ll tell you more. I’m Daniella by the way.” I put my hand out to shake Daniella’s hand then said, “Okay then, why not. This sounds interesting. We walked out into reception where Pedro said goodbye and again said, “Same routine next time Georgia; but more reps.” “Okay.” I replied; then whispered to Daniella, “I wonder if he means getting naked as well?” “Probably.” Daniella replied. As we walked down the street Daniella said, “You are 18 aren’t you Georgia? It’s just that you don’t look it.” “Yes, of course. Here, I’ve got my I.D. card in my purse.” Daniella said that she was happy to take my word for it but by the time she’d finished talking I had the card in my hand. “So you’re a dancer then?” “No, but I applied for the card to save carrying my passport around with me.” “I like the photos, not many girls are lucky enough to have nude photos on their I.D. cards.” I smiled and thought a quick ‘thank you’ to Pau. Daniella took me to a quiet little bar that looked to be only used by the locals. As we walked in a couple of old men watched us. Daniella took me to a table where the 2 old men could watch us. As we sat down she said, “I like to let the old men look at me so that they can dream about what they can’t have.” “You big tease.” I replied as a young girl came over and asked us what we wanted. “Cuatro tequila por favor.” Daniella replied. “Right Georgia; the club has about 10 different themed sex show ranging from medieval torture to naughty school girls to fucking machines to outright humiliation to just dancing and fucking. How does that sound?” “Do any of the girls actually get hurt?” “No, not really, a few red marks but nothing that’s still visible the next night. If it were the girl wouldn’t be able to perform until she was healed. It’s all for show.” “You included fucking machines; I’ve never been fucked by a machine before.” Daniella smiled and said, “Girl, you’ve never been fucked until you’ve been fucked by a good machine.” “Sounds fun; there’s no drugs involved in any of this is there?” “Absolutely not. Maybe the odd puff of a cigarette if you’re playing a naughty schoolgirl or the odd tequila or two. Oh, and getting fucked by the odd beer or wine bottle. Did I mention that all the men that work there are chosen because of the size of their cocks? All are bigger than those you took back at the gym.” “Wow; so how many nights a week would I have to work?” “That’s up to you; some girls only work one per week, others work 4 or even 5. I only work 2. Oh, the boss likes the girls to work at least a Friday or a Saturday each week. There’s a rota that you write your name on. It usually has the name of the theme on it so that you know what you’re going to be doing.” “That sounds quite good; so how much does it pay then?” I wasn’t really interested in the money but I didn’t want Daniella or the club management to know that. “A thousand per performance; for the girls that is. The men only get half that. The boss says that it’s something to do with supply and demand.” “I laughed and replied, “Poor men.” “Don’t feel sorry for them girl; they get their rocks off every time.” “Are you saying that you don’t orgasm during performances Daniella?” “Not always. I do fake it a few times. One of the girls says that she never cums and that she fakes it all the time.” “Wow; I don’t think that I’d have that problem.” We downed our second tequila then Daniella got some money out. I offered to pay but she insisted. It was only 4 Euros anyway. “So Georgia; are you still interested?” “Yes.” “Right, we’ll go and see the boss and see what he thinks of you. I can’t see it being a problem; he likes girls that look very young. He’ll want to see you without the dress and probably want to fuck you; will that be a problem?” “Not unless he’s big, fat and ugly.” “No, he’s definitely not any of those; and he’s got a big cock.” “None of the men performers have cocks that hang below their knees have they? Because if they have I don’t think that I could take one that long.” “Don’t worry Georgia, you may only be small but you’ll be able to take every one of the guys.” “Not all at the same time I hope.” We both laughed then got into a taxi for the short ride to the club. As the taxi pulled up I made a note of the name of the club and the street. Both sounded vaguely familiar from the list that Pau had given me. I was feeling good; things were going the way that I wanted. There were a couple of bouncers on the door and as they saw Daniella approaching one of them opened the door for us. “Trajo a un amigo Daniella.” One said. “Sí, tal vez una chica nueva para el espectáculo.” Daniella replied. “Gracias.” I said to the man holding the door open as I followed Daniella in. I was expecting the club to be dark and maybe a little dingy but I was surprised to see it well-lit and very clean looking. I looked around and saw tables and chairs, some of which were occupied by both men and women. The floor with the tables and chairs on it is stepped down to the stage; a bit like an indoor amphitheatre. There was no one on the stage so I looked round and saw the bar. There were a couple of men sat at it and a couple of what I assumed was waitresses stood at one end. Both wore only heels and a thong. “Come on Georgia.” Daniella said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a door near the stage. She led me through the door and along a corridor that had several doors on it. At the end she knocked on a door then opened it. Stepping in I saw a desk, some filing cabinets and a couch. The man looked up, smiled and said, “You know the rules about bringing kids to work Daniella. You need to take her home right now.” “No boss, she’s not a kid; she wants to work here, on stage like me.” By that time I’d got my I.D. card out and held it for him to look at. Taking it from me he looked at it and smiled. “Nice photos but I need to see the real thing. Strip!” His outright bluntness caught me off-guard for a second then I put my backpack down and started un-buttoning my dress. I watched his eyes as I worked on the buttons. When I’d undone the last one I shrugged the dress off my shoulders and caught it before it hit the floor. I put it on his desk then tweaked, pulled and twisted my nipples, not that they could have got any harder, they were already hurting a little. Then, still looking into his eyes, I smiled then slowly turned round. When I was facing away from him I spread my feet, bent at the waist and put my right hand over my pussy from my front. Dipping 2 fingers into my dripping pussy I went in and out a couple of times then stood up and turned to face him. Looking him in the eyes again I held my right hand up and offered it to him. He smiled again then got up off his chair. “Bend over the desk.” He commanded. I did then watched him un-zip his jeans as he walked round behind me. There was a short pause then he trust into me in one hard, fast move. I grunted at the force of the invasion then got into the same rhythm as his thrusts. I thought of the times that James had done that to me out in the woods and in the lawn in front of daddy’s house. Turning my head I saw Daniella watching us with a smile on her face. It didn’t take long for either of us to cum. First me, quickly followed by the man. When we stopped fucking there was a silence until I felt his cock soften. He pulled out and said, “Clean it.” I got up then down onto my knees and took his cock into my mouth. As I sucked it I wondered if it was just his cum that I was tasting or if there was any of the man’s from the gym still inside me. Satisfied that his cock no longer had his cum or my juices on it, he backed off and pulled his jeans up. As he walked back to his chair he said, “You’d be happy doing that in front of an audience would you girl?” “One, ten, a hundred, even a thousand; the more the better.” I replied. “Okay, a thousand per performance; but if you run off stage and don’t make it to the end you don’t get paid.” “Okay.” “Take her to Diego Daniella and see what he’s got planned for tonight’s show. He may or may not be able to fit her into the show. What’s your name girl?” “Georgia. I’m called Georgia.” “Right Georgia. Diego may want to change that for the shows. Maybe you should use the stage name of ‘Lolita’. It suits you.” Daniella picked up my dress and backpack and motioned for me to follow her. I did, and in the corridor she gave me my dress and told me to put it on. I followed her to another door in that corridor which she opened. Inside I saw a man writing in a notebook. “Lolita, this is Diego, our choreographer. All these shows are the product of his over-active dirty mind.” “It’s not dirty Daniella; it’s artistic.” Diego replied. “So you’re joining our cast then Lolita?” “Yes.” “Good, take that dress off and let me see what I’ve got to work with.” As I unbuttoned my dress, again, I wished that I’d worn one without buttons. When I was naked Diego continued, “Good, no underwear marks and no tan lines. You won’t need any makeup. Right, tonight’s performance is ‘A night at the gym.’” “I laughed and Daniella said,” “I was there doing some warm-up exercises ready for tonight.” Diego continued, “We’ve got 2 girls on the rota for tonight; one more will be just fine. Lolita, Daniella will show you the wardrobe room. We don’t start for a couple of hours so relax, get a drink, work the bar or do whatever you like. Daniella will look after you.” Daniella let me out and to another room that acted as a clothes store and changing room. There were some lockers at one end and Daniella led me to them. “So Daniella, what do you normally do when you get here early?” “I find that working the bar relaxes me and gets me into the right mood.” “So can we do that then? Just what is ‘working the bar’?” “Just getting drinks for the clients.” “Oh, is that all. So do we have to wear a thong like those girls that I saw when we arrived?” “Yes, but don’t worry, there’s box full of them over there. The boss gets them by the hundred.” “Right, I was starting to think that I’d have to do it naked.” “Hell no, that’s illegal.” “So getting fucked on stage is legal but serving drinks naked is illegal?” “Yep, crazy isn’t it; but that’s the law.” “Well at least I don’t have to fasten these buttons again.” Daniella got naked and took me over to the thongs. They were all tiny with just a little triangle of thin material and strings. Daniella led me out to the main room and I was surprised to see quite a lot more people. “Filling up nicely.” Daniella said as we walked to the bar. It was only when I stood at the bar and looked passed the people to the stage that I started to feel a bit nervous. Okay, I’d been in school plays having a lead role; and I’d been naked in front of hundreds of people, but for some strange reason I felt nervous. Daniella looked at me then turned to the barman. “Cuatro tequila por favor.” Daniella said loudly. When they arrived she introduced me to the barman, and another girl who walked over. “Relax hon; the girl said; I was nearly chucking up on my first night. Get those down you and you’ll be all good.” I downed 3 of the tequilas and yes, I did start to relax. So much so that Daniella gave me a tray and told me to go and collect some empty glasses. I felt good as I walked in amongst the tables and people. Even when a man put his hand on my bare butt as I bent forwards to get to some empties. When I got back to the bar I told Daniella what had happened. She laughed and said, “They’re not supposed to do that, that’s another thing that’s illegal but it happens a lot. Management don’t care just so long as no one gets hurt and it stops if the cops come in. If someone upsets you go and tell one of the bouncers. The guy will be out of here before you can blink.” I went to another table to get more empty glasses and it happened again. This time though, the hand started on my thigh and slid up to my thong covered pussy. “Hmm, that’s nice.” I thought but said, “Hey, stop that; you’re not supposed to touch.” The man ignored me and started rubbing his fingers along my slit. I let it happen for a few seconds then stepped back. “Naughty, naughty.” I said as I returned to the bar with the tray. Getting my pussy rubbed over the, by then, very wet thong happened 3 more times before I saw the curtains on the stage close. “What’s going on?” I asked Daniella. “They’ll be putting the gym equipment out. That means that we’ve got about 10 minutes before we’re on. We need to be going to get changed, come on.” Daniella led me to the changing room where I met the rest of the ‘cast’; another girl, Rose, who has big tits, and 2 young men. All were in various states of undress. Daniella gave me a pair of shorts, a tank top and a pair of trainers. “Throw the thong in that bin over there and use that paper towel to dry yourself then put those on.” Daniella said. As I did so I watched the others dress in a similar way. “So what do I do?” I asked Daniella. “Okay, dead easy, we 3 girls will be using the machines then the guys will come in. They’ll watch us for a bit then they’ll come over to us and start ‘helping’ us. They guys will tell us what to do from then on. Just smile at them and do whatever they say. You’ll soon get stripped and they’ll be fucking you or eating you out. Don’t hold back; if you want to cum then cum. That’s what the audience want to see. Oh, if you’re told to lie down then make sure that your feet are to the audience. They want to see your pussy not your head.” “That sounds easy, a bit like at the gym earlier.” “Yeah, I guess Georgia, sorry Lolita, just relax and enjoy yourself; think of England, or the money.” “I think that I’ll be thinking about my pussy.” Diego came in and told us girls to get out on the stage. The curtains were still closed when we got there and Diego pointed me to a machine. It was one that you sit on and pull a bar down. Thankfully, it was set so that it was easy for me to use. That was what I was doing when the curtains opened. It wasn’t long before the 2 guys came onto the stage. They looked around then waved for us girls to go over to them. When we got to them they literally ripped our tops off us. I hadn’t noticed before but there must have been little cuts around the top and bottom because mine came off very easily. Daniella’s top was ripped off first and her hands immediately went to cover her tits. Rose was next and she too went to cover her melons. When my top was ripped off I too covered my tits and gasped. We were then told to drop our hands and go back to our machines. I’d only pulled the bar down once when we were called over to the guys and they came and pulled our shorts down leaving us naked apart from the trainers. We were then put through a routine of floor exercises at the front of the stage. I had to feel sorry Rose with her melons; it looked painful. Neither Rose nor Daniella seemed to be putting much effort into the exercises and it wasn’t long before the 2 guys were shouting at them and slapping their butts and tits. I decided to try to find out what that was like so I greatly reduced my efforts. It soon had the desired effect and I felt a slap on my butt then another on my left tit. Okay they stung but they didn’t really hurt, except maybe my left nipple; but that was already hurting due to its swollen state and my excitement. Daniella and Rose both stopped the exercises and just stood there looking at the audience so I did the same. The 2 men had an annoyed look on their faces then they went over to Daniella and Rose and pushed down on their shoulders so that they were on their knees in front of the guys. After a few seconds pause both girls looked at each other then pulled the guys shorts down. Wow, now I knew that what Daniella had said about the size of the men’s cocks was true; they were enormous. My already wet pussy got even wetter. Daniella and Rose looked up at the guys then they both started giving the guys blowjobs. I was feeling a little left out so I went over to the man stood in front of Daniella. He looked at me then the next thing that I knew was that I was sat on the man’s shoulders but the wrong way round. My pussy was at his mouth and I was hanging on to his head to stop me falling off. I tried to work out how the hell he had lifted me and managed to get my legs over his shoulders but I just couldn’t remember how he had done it. Not that I cared because his tongue came out and he started playing with my clit and entrance. He was so much better than James had been; not that I thought James was bad; quite the reverse, James’ tongue could make me cum in seconds. And this guy was doing just that to me. I orgasmed on his mouth with hundreds of people watching me. As the waves subsided I thought that the only thing that could have made it better was if the audience could have seen my pussy whist I came. Something made me look down and I saw that Daniella had changed positions; instead of being on her knees giving him a blowjob she was now stood with her back to him, bent over and he was fucking her at the same time that he was tonguing my clit and hole. Rose had moved as well, she was stood up, leaning forwards and holding on to one of the machines whilst the man was stood behind her fucking her. Rose certainly looked like she was enjoying it. I heard Daniella cumming then she moved forwards and off the man’s cock. I felt the man’s hands grab my hips and he pulled me off his face. I was expecting him to somehow lower me to the floor but he didn’t; he slid me down his front causing my legs to lie against my chest. As I slid down I felt his cock against my butt. With a bit of moving me around (I was glad that I’m only little and don’t weigh much) he lined my pussy up with his cock and lowered me onto it. Wow, Daniella was right about the size of the cocks; I gasped and pulled faces as my hole stretched to accommodate it. I don’t suppose that it was bigger than the huge dildo that I have but it certainly felt like it. I have control over the dildo going inside me but there was nothing that I could do about controlling my descent onto that cock. He kept letting me slide further and further down; all the time his cock going deeper and deeper inside me. I was starting to wonder if it would appear if I opened my mouth. Eventually I felt the man’s hands that were under my butt stop me going down any further. I looked up at his face but his head was turned and he was looking out at the audience. His hand slowly lifted me up a little then lowered me again. He repeated this raising and lowering me again and again, and before long the pain stopped and the pleasure started. I don’t know if he was, but as my pleasure got more intense, it felt like he was lowering me a little further each time that he let me go down. It wasn’t long before the pleasure increased so much that I orgasmed, and because my face was turned towards the audience; they saw the expressions on my face as well as hearing my moans and expletives. They may just have seen my body jerking but the man was holding my doubled-up body against his. When my orgasm was over he lifted me up and off of him leaving my pussy feeling soo empty. The show wasn’t over yet. When the man lowered me down he placed me on my back on a bench. He went over to Rose and the other man came over to me. He moved my body so that my head was hanging over the end of the bench. He then got on his knees near my head and lowered his, also huge, cock to my face. I opened my mouth to accept it and I soon became very pleased that James had taught me how not to gag; although this man’s cock was a lot bigger than James’ and I really did think that I was going to choke a couple of times. Before long I was struggling to breathe but the man seemed to know just how long he could leave his long, fat cock in my throat before he had to remove it enough for me to breathe. Having said that, copious amounts of my saliva came out with his cock and dribbled down to my eyes and mixed in with my tears. I was glad that I wasn’t wearing any mascara. Finally, I felt the cock swell a little more and then what seemed like buckets full of his cum shot down my throat before he withdrew his cock. When I got my breath back I sat up and looked around. Daniella and Rose were in a 69 with the other man fucking Rose, who was on top. I watched until they all orgasmed, or faked it; then they all got up onto their feet. The show was over and I have to say that I was quite knackered. We all went off the stage and to the changing room where we took it in turns to use the shower. As we waited, Daniella and I looked at the calendar of what sex shows were coming up. Three really interested me and I put my name down for them. The first was the ‘Fucked by Machines’ night, the second was ‘Public Humiliation’ and the third was ‘Orgasm Denial’. Daniella told me that the machine fucking was good but that she’d never volunteered for the public humiliation or the orgasm denial. I made a note of the dates of all 3 evenings. While we were waiting the boss came in and gave each of us an envelope with our ‘pay’. When he got to me he asked me if my orgasms were real. “Of course, I’ve never faked one in my whole life.” I replied. “Good,” he replied; “I hope that you’ll be back for more; and you’re welcome to come and just work the bar anytime that you want Lolita; and I may have some extracurricular jobs that you may be interested in. Come and see me the next time that you come here.” “Yes boss, I’ve enjoyed myself tonight and I will be coming back.” “When you’re ready to go home have a word with one of the bouncers on the door; he’ll get you a taxi.” “Thank you boss.” After we’d showered, Daniella and I left and we got separate taxis. Back at daddy’s boat I went straight to bed and hoped that my slightly sore pussy would be better by the morning.

Georgia goes to University by Vanessa Evans Part 05 – We order Riley her new wardrobe. Wednesday saw me wake up at about 9 a.m. and the first thing that I did was to open my laptop to see if there were any new files archived from my Wi-Fi camera. Imagine my surprise when I saw 5 new files. Okay, the first one was Riley setting up the camera between her knees, and the last one was her waking up but the other 3 were all about the same file size and when I viewed each of them the contents was just about the same. Riley’s right hand moving to her pussy and her masturbating to an orgasm before her hand just rested on her pussy. After watching all 3 I just sat there, not really believing that Riley masturbated the same number of times that I did. I thought that it couldn’t be right, I was the nymphomaniac who had a very large libido and had had the O-Shot. How could the girl who had been so innocent just a few days ago be so horny in her sleep as I was. Then I wondered if it was something that all girls did 3 times every night and that I was no different, the O-Shot and my daytime horniness had nothing to do with it. Anyway, I copied the 5 files to a memory stick and put it near my phone ready to take to her. Then I started my morning routine. I was dressed and ready to leave just after 10. After looking outside I’d decided to wear a summer dress that day, wanting something that was easy to get out of for when the woman creating Riley’s new wardrobe, and a few more skirts for me, wanted to measure me. I was assuming that she would be a bit like Celeste and want to take about a hundred measurements and want me to be naked whilst she took them. I imagined Riley on the pedestal in Celeste’s shop and people walking by and stopping to stare at her. I wasn’t expecting this woman to be the same and have a similar shop but it was nice to imagine it. When I’d put the dress on I checked myself in the mirror and was happy that I couldn’t bend even the slightest without showing some of my butt and I was also happy that the colour of my areolas was visible through the thin cotton. I took a deep breath and held the material against my stomach and was happy that I could see my slit in the mirror. I was ready for my day. Riley was still naked when she opened her door. “Hi, I can’t decide what to wear, everything is so short.” “Your clothes are supposed to be short, remember, the new you, the real you.” I went to her nearly empty wardrobe and pulled out a cut-off dress. “Here, I like this one, put it on, then I’ve got a video for you to watch.” Riley put the dress on and she was happy when I said that she looked amazing. Then she opened her laptop and I inserted the memory stick. I skipped to the second video and Riley asked who the girl was. “It’s you silly, from the camera that you put between your knees.” “No, it can’t be, that girl was masturbating and I haven’t done that on that bed, it must be you.” “No Riley, it IS you, look at the time stamp, you were asleep but you were masturbating as well. Look at yourself, that’s your little mole on your right thigh isn’t it? “Oh my gawd I never knew that I did that in my sleep. “You did it 3 times last night Riley.” “No.” “Yes Riley you did, and each time was caught on video.” “Oh my gawd, what will daddy say?” “Nothing if you don’t tell him.” “Can I have a copy of those videos, I want to see me in action over and over.” “Of course you can, I’ll copy them to your laptop.” “Thank you Georgia.” “Right, it’s time to go and get you some new clothes.” The taxi was waiting for us when we got downstairs and after saying hello to Charles we were soon getting lost, well I was, in the city. The taxi stopped outside a little shopping centre. There must have been only about a dozen shops and they all looked a bit rundown. Having said that they appeared to be quite popular as there were quite a few people going in and out of them and walking around. The taxi driver was looking over the back of his seat as I shuffled across to get out of Riley’s side and he must have been able to see my thigh right up to my waist, but not my butt or pussy. “Should have been a gentleman and come round and opened the door for us.” I thought. “Fourth on the left.” I said after checking the instructions that Charles had given me as we started walking with no one taking any notice of the 2 girls with skirts so short that they were very close to being illegal. The shop we were looking for was very nondescript, more like an old fashioned ladies outfitters but there was a couple of very expensive looking dresses on mannequins in the windows. Amusingly, alongside mannequins with very modern mini-dresses. We went in and saw racks and racks of clothes round the sides of the room and a door at the back. Just as Riley started to say something the door at the back opened and a middle-aged woman walked in. For a split second I thought it was Celeste. “Good morning ladies, I’m Serena,” and looking at Riley, she continued, “and you must be Riley and your friend Georgia.” We both smiled as Serena continued, “Charles tells me that you are looking for a new wardrobe Riley, time for a complete change now that you are free from your old life.” “That’s right,” I said, “and all of them quite revealing. And I’m looking for half a dozen new skirts that are longer at the back than in the front and maybe with a split up to here.” I continued putting my right hand just above my pubic bone. “Also, as you can see Riley has larger breasts than me and she wants to display those assets both at the front and the sides.” “I know just what you 2 are looking for,” Serena replied, “by the way Georgia, I had a visit from my cousin Celeste a couple of weeks ago when she brought down the clothes that she had made for you. Celeste and I grew up and trained together in Italy and I’m sure that she will give me a good reference.” “I see the similarities.” I said, “If you are Celeste’s cousin I’m sure that your work will be just as good as hers, and your imagination just as good as hers as well.” “I’ve got daddy’s credit card with me.” Riley said. “That’s okay Riley, I won’t be needing it, Charles has explained how I can charge you parents. Now, Georgia, I know that you understand what I need from you. Riley, I need you to take all your clothes off so that I can take lots of measurements. I’ll go and get a couple of boxes for you to stand on to make things a little easier for me. My knees aren’t what they used to be.” Serena turned and disappeared and as I started unfastening my dress Riley said, “She wants us to get naked here, in the middle of her shop?” “Yes, what’s the problem, you were naked in that fashion shop yesterday.” “That was different, it was bigger and we were hidden by lots of clothes racks.” “And you want to let men see you naked.” “Hmm, okay, where shall I put my dress?” “On top of one of the racks will be okay.” Within seconds both Riley and I were totally naked and waiting for Serena to return. “Look at all those people walking passed.” Riley said. “Jump up and down and see if you can attract their attention.” I replied but Serena walked back in carrying 2 wooden boxes, each about big enough to hold a dozen bottles of champagne. Serena put them on the floor quite close to the front door saying, “The light is better over here, don’t be nervous, hundreds of naked young girls have stood on those boxes right there.” I smiled and looked at Riley and saw a nervous looking girl. “Up you get ladies, I’ll just get my clipboard, tape and a pen.” “This is more than just flashing or showing my body to men,” Riley whispered, “this is blatant exhibitionism.” “Yes it is, it’s great isn’t it? Doesn’t the knowledge that any one of those people passing by could stop and stare at you make you horny Riley. I bet that you are all wet aren’t you Riley?” “Yes.” Riley quietly replied. Serena returned and went to stand in front of Riley. “Nice body young lady, I’m not surprised that you want to show it to the world. I’m sure that I can run up some creations that help you do that, help you to display your assets which you clearly want to do.” As she was saying that Serena ran her hand from Riley’s neck, down the front of her body, lingering on her left, very hard looking nipple, then down to her pussy where she held her hand and continued talking, “Nice and wet, most girls standing on my boxes are dripping so don’t be embarrassed. I see that you haven’t had a shave today, I can recommend a place where you can that lot permanently removed.” “Thank you Serena, we’ve asked Charles to find us a place to get it done, and some piercings,” I replied, “but I’m sure that your place would be better, you must have sent lots of girls there.” “I have, and they have all come back and recommended the place, I’ve got some of their cards, I’ll let you have 1 before you leave. Now Riley, I have lots of measurements to take and you will feel my fingers and this tape all over you, please try to relax, it’s not at all painful but you may find it arousing, don’t be embarrassed to orgasm if you wish. You would be about the hundredth girl to have an orgasm on that box.” When Serena said that last bit I saw Riley’s jaw drop a little, probably not believing what she had just heard. Serena continued, “There is 1 new measurement that I have added to my sheet, that is because a few girls have asked for bikini bottoms that have no means of fastening on their hips. The only solution is a ‘C’ string type device which holds the front and back of the bikini bottoms in place” “What’s a ‘C’ string type device?” Riley asked. “It’s like a dildo with a ball on one end and spring loaded wires on the other end that hold the material in place. To be able to make them as comfortable as possible to wear I need to measure the length of your vaginal passage and the strength of you vaginal muscles. Is that going to be a problem for you Riley?” Before Riley could answer I cut in, “Would it be possible for you to make those for us but without the material Serena?” “Ah, maximum exposure, of course, good for you girls, men like to see girls exposed to the max. I’ve got a young lady coming to collect one such bikini bottoms in about half an hour. It will only take a couple of minutes and you will be able to see what you will look like when you get yours.” Serena got on with taking the measurements for Riley whilst I just stood there, watching Serena, Riley, and the people walking passed the shop. I was quite disappointed that I didn’t see anyone look our way. After a while Serena asked, no told, Riley to move her feet to the edges of the wooden box, then I watched as Serena’s hand held the end of the tape on Riley’s pussy and listened to Riley moan. I watched as Serena measured Riley’s other leg, then from her belly button, under her pussy and up to the top of her butt crack. All the time Riley was obviously enjoying the attention and touching and I was sure that she was going to cum, but she didn’t. As Serena moved away from Riley’s pussy I said, “So how is Celeste Serena, it must be a good year since I saw her.” “She’s good, she warned me that you might be paying me a visit and she asked me to give you her love.” “I must phone her, it’s been too long since we spoke.” “Celeste also told me about your visit to the Female Body Appreciation Society in that pub.” “Yes, that was fun.” “We do have societies and clubs around here that appreciate nice young bodies like you 2 have got. If you like I could put you in touch with some of them. I can already tell that Riley will enjoy herself at those meetings.” “That would be great Serena, student life is interesting but they don’t exactly work you hard so we have lots of free time and there’s no point in wasting that time.” “What about spanking? I got the impression from Celeste that you enjoy getting a red butt, but what about Riley?” “My daddy spanks me.” Riley added. “And do you enjoy it Riley?” “Not at first but it sort of gets nice.” “And do you cum?” “Yes.” “Well there is a branch of the Spanking Society in Bristol, I could get you a contact name and number if you like?” “Yes please Serena.” I replied. “So will you be wanting me to run up a couple of naughty schoolgirl uniforms for you” “Two each please, we can wear them when we go out on the town with our apartment mates.” “I hear that some of them are guys, are they hot?” “Yes they are,” Riley said, “and they like seeing us naked.” “I bet that they do. What about orgasms?” “They give us those as well.” Riley said. “Lucky you, but that wasn’t quite what I was asking, we have an orgasm club in Bristol where girls compete to see how many they can have in a specific time, would you 2 be interested I that?” My brain immediately went back to Ibiza, Chuck and no, I’m not even going to think of that Greek god’s name. “Now that does sound like fun, I’m assuming that there are men there?” “It’s run by men.” “What do you think Riley?” I’m sure that your daddy would be proud of you.” “Yes, that could be fun.” “No Riley, it WOULD be fun, lots of it.” “Okay, count me in.” “So Serena, how do we join the club?” “I’ll get you the details. There are other places where naked girls are wanted and those places usually get the girls from the university. This part of England is a lot more laid-back than the rest of the UK you know, so a lot more goes on down here.” “I’m starting to realise that.” “I’ll send you a list of the places that I know about and if, no when, you contact them mention my name and Charles’ name and there’s a reasonable chance that your names will go to the top of the list.” “List of what?” Riley asked. “Girls who want to take part in these events and clubs.” “Girls are queueing up to get naked for men are they?” Riley asked. “Definitely, lots of girls want to use their bodies to get on in life and have lots of fun on their journey.” “So I’m learning.” Riley said. “And it is a lot of fun.” Serena finished the external measurements of Riley, then went and got what looked like a long, spring loaded speculum. I could see marks and numbers what looked like every centimetre along it. “This might hurt a little Riley, but it will only be a little and not for very long. I left the lubricant in my workshop because from what I’ve seen and felt, you won’t be needing it, but if it does get painful let me know and I’ll go and get it. Can you bend and push your knees out sideways please?” Riley did and I smiled at the wonderful sight that she was presenting to anyone who would walk into the shop right then, but there was no one, not even anyone looking in through the windows. “Oh,” Riley said as the speculum thing slowly entered her vagina. “Oh, ooooh, I’m, going to cum.” “No Riley, hold it.” Serena said. “Hold it, hold it.” I watched as the speculum thing went further and further into Riley’s vagina. “Hold it Riley.” “I don’t think that I can.” “Yes you can Riley,” I said, “think of something boring.” “Is that thing pushing up alongside her cervix?” I asked. “Yes.” Serena replied, then she spread her vagina as much as the speculum would let her (which was quite wide and I thought that I could easily get my fist inside her), then Serena let go and flicked Riley’s clit. The inevitable happened and Riley’s orgasm exploded out of her. I had to look out onto the street to see if anyone had heard her but there was no indication that anyone had. With Riley’s body trembling, her moaning and the odd twitch of an arm or leg, Serena released something on the speculum thing and it started to close quite quickly. Serena let Riley’s orgasm start to subside then she pulled the speculum thing out of Riley and looked at it. “Good Riley,” Serena said, “your vaginal muscles strength is within the normal parameters for a girl your age, but I would recommend that you start doing regular Kegel exercises.” “What are those?” Riley asked. “I’ll explain later.” I replied. I think that Serena was about to tell Riley that she had got all the measurements and that she could stand up straight when in walked a girl and a man who looked to be in his mid twenties. Serena looked up and said, “Hello Izzy, it’s all ready, just hang on a sec, I’ll get another box. You can start taking your clothes off if you like.” Serena turned and went towards her workshop. Riley was frozen and looked shocked, but didn’t stand up straight, her pussy still on full display, and I just smiled at the couple and said, “Hi.” Izzy started taking her dress off revealing that she wore no underwear and the man just stood there staring at the 2 existing naked girls and the third girl who was rapidly getting naked. All near the front of a shop with 2 huge windows. Izzy was naked by the time that Serena got back and put the box down even nearer to the door than Riley and I were. “Up you get and spread your legs Izzy. Do I need any lubrication?” It was the man that answered that question saying that he’d never needed her to use any. “Oh yes,” Serena said, “Izzy is permanently lubricated, just like these 2.” All 3 of them turned and looked at Riley and me. Riley still not having moved a muscle. I couldn’t see what Serena was doing to Izzy but the moans allowed me to make a very good guess, and 20 seconds later Serena stood up and stepped back. “Prefect, the 2 wires are pulling your outer labia into a wonderful camel toe with your clit poking out nicely.” Serena said, “What do you think Trevor?” “It’s amazing, a work of art. Do you mind if I take a couple of photographs?” “Carry on, but at some point can you turn around Izzy so that these 2 can get a look at what they will look like when they get theirs.” I watched as Trevor got Izzy to pose in various positions, one of them bent at the waist so that he, and Riley and I, could see the whatever you call it, disappearing into her vagina. Then he told Izzy to turn around and Riley and I saw exactly what Serena had described. If there had been any material between the wires Izzy’s slit and pubes would have been covered. Instead the flesh of the 2 halves of her vulva were squashed together giving what Serena had described as the perfect camel toe. “Amazing,” I said, and trying bring Riley out of her trance I continued, “your father and brothers will like you wearing yours when you get it Riley.” “What, err oh yes, daddy will like it.” All the time Trevor was clicking away and I was sure that his phone wasn’t always pointing towards Izzy. “A quick walk around to check that it’s comfortable if you would please Izzy” Serena said. Izzy was a bit slow to respond and I wondered what the cause was, but she stepped down and did walk around, even waggling her butt at times. “Yes, that’s fine thank you Serena. It does feel a little strange but it’s a sort of ‘nice’ strange, I think I’ll keep it in so that I can get used to it.” “Can we go to the swimming pool now that you’ve got something to wear Izzy?” Trevor asked. Izzy didn’t answer as she put her dress back on with us all watching, then they left. “Right,” Serena said, “oh yes, I’ve got everything that I need from you Riley, it’s Georgia’s turn.” “Can I get off this box and get dressed now please?” Riley asked. “No Riley,” Serena replied, “Georgia had to stand there whilst I measured you so you can stay there while I measure her.” I smiled to myself thinking that Serena certainly is Celeste’s cousin. Then Serena got to work on me. It wasn’t long before she said, “I can see what Celeste meant when she said that you have an under-developed girls body, was she right about it being caused by a traumatic shock?” “Yes, my mother died and my body stopped growing.” “Well I’m really sorry about your mother but it has left you with an enviable body, you are really cute. I can easily understand why you like showing it and why men like looking at it. With that body and your attitude towards it you are going to go far my girl.” “Thank you Serena, yes I do like my body.” Serena kept working and my arousal increased, and when the measuring tape touched my pussy I had an orgasm. “Hmm, very sensitive as well, lucky girl.” And when it came to the speculum thing I had another bone shaking orgasm that somehow, Serena managed to work through, extending my pleasure. When I returned to nearly normal, Serena squeezed the halves of my vulva together and said, “You have very little flesh on your pubis and vulva Georgia, just like a young girl. Your camel toe will not be as fleshy as Riley’s or the one that you saw a few minutes ago, but it will still be every obvious and very nice.” “I suspected as much, I’m not sure if I will like it or not, I guess that I’ll have to wait and see.” “Oh I’m sure that you’ll like it, it will just be a little different to the others.” Then she looked at the speculum thing and continued, “You must do lots of Kegels Georgia, you’ll have to be careful that you don’t harm any penis that you get in there.” “I haven’t had any complaints so far.” “You liked being spread open like that didn’t you Georgia?” “Yes I did.” “When you arrived here did you see that shop next door but one?” “The one with all the windows blacked out.” Riley suggested. “That’s the one, well if you have the time you may just like to call in there when you leave here. I’m sure that you’ll find 1 or 2 things in there that you’ll like.” “I think that we have the time, I don’t have to be at the university until 2.” “Me too.” Riley added. Serena put her equipment down and went and got a proper digital camera then said, “Just a few photographs to help me visualise what my creations will look like on you, then we are done. Stand up straight please girls.” Serena then took 8 photographs, 1 of each of our sides, then she told us that we could get down and dressed. I was a little disappointed that it was over, and by the looks of Riley she was too. She had definitely got over being naked almost in a shop window. I smiled to myself as I wondered if I could get her to be an undressed mannequin in a shop window. We then spent about 10 minutes talking about the ideas that Serena had for Riley’s clothes and my skirts. Riley now fully accepts that she will be wearing skimpy and revealing clothes from now on, including when she goes home for the holidays, if her father lets her wear any clothes. When we left Serena’s shop we did go looking for the shop that she’d recommended. From a distance it looked as though it could have been deserted but as we got close we saw that it was an adults sex toys shop. “We can’t go in there, it will be full of dirty old men and girls don’t go into those places.” Riley said. “Why not?” “Because mummy says that they are disgusting places for deprived people.” “Wow. Has she tried saying that to your father? Your mother would be horrified if she saw you right now yet here you are, and look at what you are hardly wearing. Besides, you’re 18 now and you can do what you want. Now get into the real world and follow me in.” She did, and the 1 man in there stared at us as we stood just inside the door and looked around the room, me thinking that this place was much better than the one that I went to in Ibiza. “Wow,” was all that Riley could say. I saw a pile of wire shopping baskets, turned my back to the man and bent over to pick up a basket, taking my time knowing that he would be looking at my butt and framed pussy. Then I grabbed Riley’s hand and pulled her over to the nearest display of non-DVD items and again Riley said, “Wow.” “So Riley, what shall we get?” “I don’t know, I’ve never seen anything like this before.” “Shall we get some more dildos or vibrators, or what about some spanking weapons?” Riley’s eyes lit up on the last suggestion but she didn’t say anything so I grabbed her hand again and pulled her over to an impressive selection of whips, paddles, canes and things that I hadn’t a clue what they were called. “Pick 1 Riley, hell, make that 2 or 3, if we’re going to spank each other we may as well have a choice of weapons.” “You want me to spank you Georgia?” “Only if you will spank me and I can spank you.” “Deal, so choose your weapons girl.” Riley picked 2 weapons and so did I. “Bend over and put them in the basket Riley, and turn your back to the man before you do it. Oh, it’s 2 men now.” I watched the men as Riley showed her bare butt to the men, then I did the same. “Right Riley, now we need something to stop you running away when I start turning your butt red.” “I wouldn’t run away from you Georgia.” “You haven’t felt my spanking.” “Have you spanked anyone before?” “No, have you?” “No.” “Well just in case you try to run we’ll get some things to keep you in 1 place. Besides, you might like being tied down and feeling totally at my mercy.” “I’m not sure about that.” “Well just in case, come on.” I picked up the basket, again bending over to let the men see my butt, and led Riley to an impressive display of cuffs, gags, ropes, blindfolds and more. “Go and get another basket Riley, and make sure that those men get a good look at your butt.” I started filling the first basket then stopped to watch Riley. Like a good girl she did as she was told and judging by the time that she was bent over she must have had to untangle the basket. When she got back I put more items in the second basket then told Riley to pick it up and follow me. “It looks like you 2 are in for some good fun.” The man said as he started to scan each item. “Yes, we’ve never done anything like this before but we’ve watched lots of videos and decided to do it ourselves and to video our attempts.” “Well I’m sure that they will be great videos, I wouldn’t mind watching them myself.” I said nothing and waited until he had finished scanning everything then handed over my plastic card. “Can you put them in bags for me please?” “You won’t get arrested for carrying them down the street,” he said as he started bagging everything.” “But we might get arrested if I start using that leather strap on her bare butt whilst we are waiting for a taxi.” The man smiled and handed us the bags. Outside Riley said, “I can’t believe that we just did that.” “Hey Riley, if we’re going to join that spanking society that Serena told us about we need to get some practice. Maybe we could ask the guys at the apartments to spank us.” “You think that they’d do that?” “Probably, you can ask them at the party on Saturday.” “Oh yes, I’ve seen Daniella and Ben and they say that they will be at your apartment at 9 pm.” “Good, and I’ve seen the others so we’re all set.” “So what’s this video you’re going to show us?” “That’s a surprise, you’ll have to wait but what we’re just bought will come in handy.” “You’re going to ask them to spank you.” “No, stop trying to get me to tell you because I won’t.” Our taxi arrived and we got the man to drive us back to the apartments where I got out and rushed in with the bags. “Charles, can you hang on to these for me, we’re nearly late for our lessons?” “Certainly Georgia, they will be safe with me.” “Thanks Charles.” I said as I quickly walked out. It was only when I was back in the taxi that I thought about the show that I must have given the driver and Charles running in and out, but I didn’t really care. Both Riley and I made it to our classes on time and I again let my tutor look up my legs to my pussy. Back at my apartment I collected the bags from Charles and saw a smile on his face. I didn’t ask if he’d looked in the bags but I guessed that he had. I got myself something to eat then scanned through the videos that that had been saved on my cloud drive. I was pleased to see Daniella walking around her apartment naked and masturbating by her window. I wondered if she too was flashing her body to the office workers and the students. I looked out of my window and couldn’t see anyone looking, but there again …. I impaled my wet pussy on my sybian and brought myself to a wonderful orgasm. After that I went and emptied the bags of goodies that I’d bought and tried a bit of self spanking but I wasn’t that good at it. I’d have to get the guys to do it, or wait until we joined the spanking society. It wasn’t as if I had never had a really good spanking before and I had flash-backs of Kate and Zoe’s father spanking me really hard on his boat in Ibiza harbour. In amongst the toys that came out of the bags was a piece of paper that I didn’t recognise. Picking it up I saw that it was a note from Serena. “Wow, that was quick.” I thought. In the note, apart from the thanks for choosing to giver her our business, was the list of clubs, and the likes, that she thought we might be interested in. Looking at it I saw the orgasm club first. I grabbed my phone, keyed the number and was pleased that it was answered quickly. “Hello.” “Oh hi, I have been given your number by mutual friends, one of them tells me that you run a club called the ‘Orgasm Club’, is that right?” “And the name of these mutual friends?” “Serena and Charles.” “And how do you know Serena?” “She is making some clothes for my friend and I. I’m also a client of her cousin Celeste.” “Who are you and how old are you?” “Georgia, I’m 19 and just started at the university.” “You mentioned a friend.” “Yes, Riley, she’s 18 but I also have another friend who may also be interested in your club, I haven’t mentioned it to her yet.” “Okay Georgia, I believe that your call is genuine. Sorry about the quiz but we have to be careful. So are you and your friend wanting to join our club?” “Maybe, can you tell me a bit about it please?” “Of course. Well for starters, about half of the girls attend on their own but the other half come with their male partners and all girls have to strip naked as soon as they arrive.” “Even if they don’t wish to take part in the contests?” “Yes Georgia, it’s to encourage the girls to take part, not to chicken-out and discourage them from leaking information about the club.” “Okay, that’s not a problem for us.” The male voice continued, “Once everyone is there the competitors are split into groups of 4s and each group is given a number. Each group in turn is fitted with a wrist heart monitor that is linked to a laptop, then the girls from the first group get on tables in the middle of the room. The girls are then given 15 minutes to bring themselves to as many orgasms as they can. Artificial objects of any sort are not allowed. As is physical help from members of the audience. The orgasms are counted by the laptop based upon the girls heart rate so faking is impossible. The girl with the most orgasms goes through to the next round. If there is a tie the 15 minutes is extended until one of them cums again. The cycle is repeated with the next group of 4 until there is a winner from all groups. We then have a 15 minute break followed by the winners of each group being re-grouped and the cycle starts again. Once we have an overall winner there is another 15 minute break then the winning girl has to perform again, on her own but with the help of members of the audience, for a minimum of another 15 minutes until she begs everyone to stop. Winning is the only prize so if you were hoping to win some money to pay your tuition fees then you are out of luck. “Wow, I’m going to have to make myself have lots of orgasms.” “Do I take it that you are still interested Georgia?” “Yes I am, where and when is the next meeting?” “The Red Lion at 8 pm 2 weeks on Friday.” “Thank you, I or we, will be there.” “I look forward to seeing you. Oh, please ask for Mark when you get there, I’ll be in the upstairs function room.” I terminated the call and lay back on the sofa thinking how lucky I was. Then it was the turn of the Spanking Society and I called the number that Serena had given me. It was answered by a woman called Victoria. She quizzed me in a similar way to Mark from the Orgasm Club had and when she was happy that I was genuine she told me that they also met in a pub’s function room and that any girl who went with the intention of getting spanked and becoming a member had to strip naked as soon as they got there. Obviously the next part was different in that the girls had to volunteer to be spanked when one was asked for, and she then had to select the person whom she wanted to spank them. The only proviso being that it couldn’t be anyone who the came with. She would then choose the implement and the spanking would commence. There were no winners, the only reward being that the girl had been spanked by a stranger. When I said that I was still interested I was given the name of the place, the date and time, and told to ask for Tommy. As I sat there feeling happy with myself I remembered what Mark had said about the heart rate monitors. They could be very useful for the games that I hoped to get everyone to play on Saturday. I opened my laptop and searched for them. I found lots that I had to ignore, finally finding a few that linked by bluetooth to a PC. I ordered 4, express, next day delivery. Then I looked at the piece of paper that Serena sent me again. My eyes were attracted to the Spanking Club so I phoned that number. This time it was a woman, Madame Daphne, who answered and she too gave me a grilling to check that I was genuine and over 18. I guess that they didn’t any legal problems with minors. I was again told that any girl that was there to be spanked had to strip naked as soon as they arrived so that the organisers could easily check the numbers. I was also told that if we decided to back out after seeing the first girl get spanked, all we had to do was put our clothes back on. The bad news was that the next meeting wasn’t until the second Friday in November. She gave me the exact date, time and location then told me that she hoped to see me there. I thought that I’d done enough organising for 1 day so I did a quick, video check on my new friends in their apartments. Oliver looked like he was asleep on his bed, Riley was also asleep on her bed, the difference being that she was naked, and had her legs spread wide. Daniella was on her bed as well but she was far from being asleep, she was bouncing up and down on a man. From the angle of the camera I couldn’t tell who the man was but it definitely wasn’t Oliver. I had to watch until Daniella orgasmed then collapsed off the guy and I was a little surprised to not recognise the guy. She’d brought someone in from outside our group, not that that was a problem, just that it happened so quickly. I mean, she was a virgin less than a week ago and now she was making up for it with a man from goodness knows where. I was also a little surprised that all of them had left their lights on. There was no sign of the others in our group. I took my Wi-Fi camera to my bedroom, did my bathroom routine, then lay spread eagle on my bed with the camera between my knees. ******

Girls School Disciplinarian by Bobbi GIRL'S SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN PART I Richard Hazel was delighted that he had been selected from among several applicants to be the assistant headmaster, or in this case assistant to the headmistress, of one of the most exclusive girl's school in the country. The entire staff of Greenwich Academy was female, except for a very elderly biology teacher and, now, Richard. Fresh from school, himself, having just received his master's in English literature, Richard had been looking for a teaching position. An interview over lunch with Greenwich's lovely headmistress, Ann Henderson, had clinched the job. "You know the assistant head acts as the school disciplinarian." Ann had said grinning broadly, "I wonder if you are aware of that." Richard was, indeed, unaware of that part of the job and Ann had explained the discipline practices at Greenwich. "Girls are sent here by very conservative families who want them to behave in a traditional way. Therefore, they insist on old-fashioned discipline and give us written authorization to administer it." Ann Henderson laughed when Richard continued to look puzzled. "We use corporal punishment, Richard," she said. "In addition to teaching them literature, you will have to spank them - that is the younger ones. Girls 16 and older are put over a punishment horse and a rattan cane is applied to their bare bottoms." She smiled at his obvious embarrassment. "You'll get used to it. There is always a female there to help you, usually me, and we do all the bottom baring that is necessary. All you have to do is apply the punishment." At the thought that he would be spanking bare female backsides, Richard had blushed deeply. Then, as he cooled off, he noticed that the conversation was really exciting his new superior. "Ms. Henderson," he said finally, "I'll try to do the job properly." She had insisted on his calling her Ann and, when they shook hands to seal their new relationship, her hand had lingered on his arm squeezing it warmly. That had been a few weeks ago before the beginning of the new term. Now, the school year was well under way and tonight was his first experience as disciplinarian. With some hesitation, he walked toward his office exactly at 8:00 P.M., the time set for the week's punishments. There were three girls waiting for him on the bench outside the office, their eyes averted and obviously distressed as they anticipated their fate. One of them, apparently the oldest, looked quite adult and well developed notwithstanding the school uniform that she wore. For a moment their eyes met and the girl blushed deeply as she recognized the man who was about to discipline her. Ann was already in the office preparing for the evening session. She had placed a straight backed chair in the center of the room and rolled the horse out of a closet, firmly locking its wheels in place after it had been set in an open area of the office. It was the kind used for gymnastics with a padded leather top. "We start with the youngest." Ann said,"that gives the older girls a little more time to think about what's coming and they appreciate the lesson all the more. This paddle is what we use on the youngsters." She handed him a thin wooden paddle through which several smooth round holes had been drilled. At a signal from Ann, another female teacher who was assisting brought the first girl into the room. She was a very nervous 12 year old who had been caught stealing . "Well, Doris," said Ann, "you're going to get a spanking and I hope you learn not to take other people's things. Now, go and place yourself over Mr. Hazel's lap." The young girl, tears already beginning to roll down her cheeks, begged to be spared the painful punishment. "Please, Ms. Henderson, I don't want to be..to be spanked. I'll never do it again." "Nonsense, Doris, you deserve a spanking and you're going to get one. If you delay, it will only be harder for you." Crying loudly, the girl lay across Richard's lap as he adjusted her small body so that the child's buttocks were properly positioned under his right hand. Ann lifted Doris's school uniform jumper out of the way and lowered the white cotton panties to a point just under the curve of the bottom cheeks completely exposing the spanking area. Taking the paddle, Richard applied it to the round cheeks firmly, alternating from one to the other. "Yike........yeow......oh......ouch." The hapless girl yelped as the paddle struck her resiliant bottom cheeks, each solid smack leaving a red blotch on the girl's round backside. As Doris kicked her legs vigorously, Richard realized that the paddle was imparting a painful sting even though he was not swinging it very hard. A simple snap of the wrist brought the wicked instrument rushing through the air to hit the exposed bottom with a loud report. The howl from the young student testified to the pain it must be causing. After a few minutes, the young bottom had been reddened considerably and the well-spanked child was tearfully promising ideal conduct. Richard looked at Ann who nodded her agreement that Doris had been sufficiently punished. Richard released the girl, who quickly pulled up her panties and ran from the room. "Very well done," said Ann, "you did that quite well and knew when to stop." Ann's own face was flushed with excitement. "I have difficulty with that and, since we don't want to punish the girls excessively, I prefer that the assistant head do it, although this is the first time we've had a man. The next girl to be ushered into the room was a 15 year old who had violated the school's smoking rules several times. Ann recited the various incidents to her and announced the punishment. The young lady blushed furiously as she realized that she was to be spanked and hesitated before taking her place across Richard's lap. "Come, young lady," Ann commanded, "get over there. Next year you will feel the sting of the cane. I think you would prefer the spanking." This time the regulation panties were lowered to reveal a very well developed female bottom. The girl's twin cheeks were exquisite and Richard could not resist admiring them before he began to spank the lovely mounds of bottom flesh. Nevertheless, he administered the spanking as objectively as possible causing the cheeks to wiggle and squeeze as the sting of the paddle penetrated into the soft and yielding flesh. "Ouch..........oh..........don't...........Yeow..... please stop..............Agh." The teenager's howls mingled with the sharp smacks of the paddle as the girl's legs kicked and waved in the air giving Richard a delightful view of her vulva and pussy lips. It seemed to Richard that spanking a lovely young girl was not altogether unpleasant. He could feel his own excitement stiffen as the girl bounced and wiggled over his lap, rubbing against what he hoped was not an obvious bulge. Richard was more than ready to terminate the punishment when the reddened bottom cheeks and the penitent wails of the teenager indicated that the lesson had been learned. When released from her humiliating posture, the young girl stood, her panties at her ankles, exposing the furry thatch of her pubic mound as well as her chastised bottom cheeks which she rubbed vigorously. Richard, slightly embarrassed by this display, began to blush. This seemed to amuse the females present, including the punished student who slowly, and somewhat painfully, wriggled into her panties while affording Richard another vivid view of her rosy twin mounds. When the young girl left the room, Ann walked over to Richard and, bringing her face close to his, whispered so that only he could hear her. "Don't be upset. It's perfectly natural for you to be stimulated by these girls. We'll discuss this later. Now, it's time to see what you can do with the cane" At Ann's signal, the other teacher escorted the last, and oldest, student into the room. She was the very mature 17 year old whom Richard had noticed before and, obviously, in her last year at the Academy. Her well developed figure made even the school uniform look delightful and the short jumper revealed lovely legs. As a senior, she was priveleged to wear pantyhose and shoes with moderate heels, all of which added to her erotic appearance. "My dear Alice," said Ann addressing the girl, "last year you were a chronic curfew violater and you seem to be getting off to the same start this year, but this time with a twist." Turning to Richard, Ann continued. "You are aware of Edgewood, the school for boys at the end of the road. Unfortunately, it's too close for our comfort. Last week Alice was discovered in a boy's room over there. The headmaster brought her back to us and assured me that the boy would be properly punished. Since they have the same discipline policy as we do, I assume he is paying for his fun in the same way that our Alice will." The girl's face reddened as she responded. "I was just visiting and lost track of time. I didn't do anything wrong - nothing happened - believe me. We were just talking." "I'm sure," said Ann sarcastically, "then how did your panties wind up on the floor of his room." Alice, thoroughly embarrassed by this confrontation, and the dreaded chastisement in store for her, began to sob. "We.. ...we were just [sniff].....oh, I don't see why I can't be treated like an adult. I'm almost 18. "You were just about to say that you were starting to have sex when you were interrupted," suggested Ann. "You should consider yourself lucky that you were. When you are 18, you can do what you wish. However, you are not there yet and it is my obligation to see that you are maintained under discipline." The ladies escorted the tearful Alice to the horse and bent her over it so that her backside was uppermost on the padded top and her feet barely touched the floor. Leather cuffs hung from the frame of the device and these were used to imprison the girl's hands. Smiling, Ann lifted the jumper out of the way and lowered the hose and the panties underneath to expose a well form pair of bottom cheeks already wriggling with embarrassment and anticipation. "Very well, Mr. Hazel, let's see if a dozen strokes will improve Alice's behavior. Grasping the rattan cane firmly, Richard tested it once by whipping it through the air. The reaction of the young lady whose bare bottom was exposed for punishment suggested that she had heard its sound. Again he brought the rattan through the air but this time he applied it smartly to the twin cheeks before him. Instantly, a red welt appeared on the quivering mounds accompanied by a moan of pain. Alice gasped again as Richard laid on a stroke. Pausing briefly, he again wielded the cane placing a stripe almost immediately below the first one. "Yeow..", Alice shrieked, kicking violently with her feet and managing to drum on the floor with the tips of her shoes as the sting spread across her naked backside. "Oh....please, it hurts terribly." Richard studied his target for the next stroke. The girl's buttocks were raised high and presented perfectly for punishment. Not only were the bare hillocks in evident view, but the humiliating posture also exposed a substantial part of the intimate area between them. Richard found himself becoming aroused by the sight of the pussy lips, surrounded by a furry thatch of pubic hair, and hidden in the cleft between the quivering bottom cheeks. Nevertheless, Richard recalled himself to the job at hand and continued to wield the cane on Alice's wiggling and naked posterior, pausing briefly between each stroke to allow the full effect to be felt. Alice's shrieks served to reassure Richard that his performance was effective just as the reddening stripes, criss-crossing the pale mounds of Alice's bottom, gave proof that the punishment was being well applied. By the 8th stroke, Alice was howling hysterically. "Oh..., please............oh this is awful.......it hurts....yeow.........I promise I'll never do it again." When the final strokes had been applied without mercy to the wailing Alice, the hand restraints were removed from the sobbing young lady. She remained over the horse, however, bawling miserably and seemingly unwilling to endure the humilation of facing her tormentors. Instead, for a few minutes, she continued to present an erotic display of bottom cheeks covered with fiery red welts and, as she wiggled and bounced with pain, a furry cunt visibly moist from her exciting ordeal. It seemed to Richard that he had an erection that could not be calmed as he contemplated the ease with which he could insert his stiff manhood between those wet pussy lips. Embarrassed, himself, Richard quickly sat down as the ladies helped Alice dismount. The girl removed her hosiery and panties, not wishing to endure the friction of underclothes against her chastised backside, and with a quick and wistful glance at Richard, fled sniffling from room, her jumper skirt barely covering her red bottom. Ann dismissed the female assistant with a nod, then locked the office door. Smiling, she approaced Richard, aware of his embarrassed situation. "She was cute, I must admit," Ann said. Ann knelt in front of Richard and, to his dismay, unzipped his pants and freed his tormented cock from the clothing which had imprisoned it. "Now relax," Ann murmered, "these sessions get me horny too, so I suggest we simply do what is neccessary to obtain relief. Do you agree"? Richard could only moan in response as Ann inserted his stiffend cock between her red lips. In a few moments, his delighted sighs filled the room and evidenced his assent. GIRLS' SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN PART II Richard Hazel had settled in comfortably as a teacher and as assistant to the head of Greenwich Academy, an exclusive private school for girls. To his delight, he discovered that the primary function of his administrative job was the spanking of those young ladies who violated the school's strict rules - a responsibility which he handled very well and which was sexually stimulating to him. The spankings were also stimulating to Ann Henderson, his boss and the school's headmistress, a required witness to each of the bare bottom chastisements. As a result, he found himself the happy object of Ann's attentions after each friday night punishment session, with his cock nearly buried in the lady's eager mouth or between her equally hungry pussy lips. As the school term advanced, however, the demands on his disciplinary skills abated. After the first few weeks, the pain and humiliation of the first few miscreants seemed to serve as an object lesson for all of the girls. Although each spanking was privately administered, the sound of the paddle or the cane followed by anguished cries could be heard by other girls on their way to the school store, club meetings or other evening activities. Undoubtedly, also, the sight of a sniffling teenage girl walking uncomfortably back to her dormitory, while rubbing at her stinging posterior, sent a message to her peers that inappropriate behavior was dealt with severely at the Academy. So it was that Richard's mind was not on disciplinary duties on the particular afternoon that Ann walked into his office. He had been grading papers and looked up at the interruption. "Richard, my sweet," smiled Ann, "we have a problem on our hands and I want you in on it. Mrs. Harris just had a report from one of her 9th graders. Apparently, the child's roommate has a badly bruised backside and she was worried about it. Someone has been walloping her. Have you been practicing your spanking after school?" Richard ignored the jibe. "This fits in with what I've heard before. I think we have some sort of secret organization operating in the Upper School. Some of my students have suggested it, but no one is willing to talk about it. I'm told it's called the Ladies of the Evening because they meet at night, after lights out, and they like the joke which the name creates." "I intend to get to the bottom of this," said Ann angrily. "I won't have that kind of nonsense in my school. If anyone is going to smack ass, it will be me. Or you, dear," she said, softening and bending to kiss Richard. "I will send for the girl immediately and bring her here." About 10 minutes later, Ann returned to Richard's office followed by a reluctant teenager. Ann smiled as the girl declined an invitation to be seated. "Betty," she said addressing the nervous 14 year old, "I understand that you have been smacked around a little. How did it happen?" "It's nothing, Ms. Henderson," the girl mumbled. "Nevertheless, you will tell me...about that and about the Ladies of the Evening." The reference to the secret organization definitely struck home and a flush crept over the girl's face. "I...I can't talk about it," she said. Sternly, the young headmistress seated herself in one of the chairs and pulled the surprised Betty over her lap. In a moment, the girls uniform skirt had been raised and her panties lowered. Betty's full bottom cheeks, now exposed, revealed a number of red blotches, obviously the result of their having been smacked repeatedly with a hard implement. Embarrassed that her pudgy mounds were now on display in Richard's presence, the girl wiggled and groaned. "O. K. my girl. We get the truth out of you or I will ask Mr. Hazel to lend me his paddle and I will personally give you another dose." At this Betty began to wail. "Oh, please," she blubbered, "Don't spank me, I've had enough. I'll tell you but....but you can't tell them I told....they'll kill me." Tearfully, with her ample bare mounds in the air over Ann's knees, Betty disclosed the secret of the Ladies of the Evening. As Richard had surmised, the group purported to be a secret sorority started by 5 10th grade girls 2 years ago. The leaders were now seniors but each year they had each recruited a 9th grader so that the group now numbered 15. Betty was one of five 9th grade candidates chosen for this year. "How does the bottom warming enter into all this"? Ann applied a gentle smack to the upraised bottom on her lap as she asked the question and was delighted by the yelp of pain from the youngster. "We.....we have to do things for the sisters, that's the older girls who are already in, and if you don't do what you're supposed to, or if its not right, well....you get the paddle." Betty went on to describe the punishment session which was held for those unlucky candidates who had committed infractions. The offender was made to bend over the back of chair, placing both hands flat on the seat. Then her skirt was raised and panties lowered to the floor. In that humiliating posture, the girl received the aloted number of strokes from each of the "sisters" applied with a college fraternity paddle which one of them had obtained from her older brother. The result was that the backsides of several 9th graders had been given a severe workout. "You must know, Betty," said Ann, giving the girl another sharp spank, "that secret societies or sororities of any kind are against our rules. As of this moment you are out of it. I will deal with the Ladies myself." Ann's hand moved softly over the Betty's tormented cheeks as the girl wiggled in nervous anticipation. "Now, dear," Ann said, "if you are ready to give me the names, I think we can let you go back to rubbing that sore backside." Later that evening, the headmistress of Greenwich Academy lay on her back in Richard's bed, her legs apart and waving in the air as she held him in the "saddle" formed by her thighs and buttocks. Between groans of pleasure Ann recounted the details of her meeting with the 15 girls named by Betty. Threatened with immediate expulsion, the "Ladies" had begged for some alternative punishment and, after a suitable period of suspense, Ann had relented. "Wait till you hear what I have planned," she murmered. Then she gasped loudly as Richard's cock plunged further between her pussy lips. Although there was no formal announcement, that friday evening a large number of girls from the upper school filled the stands in the gymnasium as the story circulated that the snobbish members of the forbidden sorority were to be disciplined in the presence of their peers. From the locker area, Richard and Ann led an unhappy string of "Ladies" onto the gym floor. The 15 girls were dressed only in tee shirts and panties, as their bouncing breasts and protruding nipples demonstrated. A number of chairs had been set up and, at Ann's instructions, they sat down to await their punishment, embarrassed at the presence of an audience. A scorers table had been set up in the middle of the floor and small gym mats had been draped over both ends. "You girls have violated school rules by forming a secret society and participating in forbidden activities." Ann was addressing the 15, but the spectators, expectantly hushed, were listening to every word. "The worst part of it all is that you treated your younger schoolmates with brutality and encouraged a snobbish attitude among the other members of your group. I think that, after our talk, almost all of you are now aware that the Ladies of the Evening organization was a big mistake. We will accept that, but you must be punished. As your names are called, kindly step forward to the table, drop your panties to the floor and bend over one of the ends. You will each receive 8 strokes of the cane from Mr. Hazel and myself. If you move out of position before you are permitted, you will receive additional strokes." Turning to the spectators, Ann reacted to the murmer caused by her announcement. "Those of you who do not wish to share this punishment had better be quiet. This discipline session is being held in the gym not only because of the large number of girls involved but because I want all of you to get the message. While the punishment is relatively mild, the pain and humiliation of it is intended to bring these young ladies down to earth. I expect that the lesson will be learned." Turning to the embarrassed girls, Ann called up the first two who, with some hesitation, took their places over each end of the table. By agreement with Ann, Richard advanced on the teenager lying over the nearest end and paused a moment, cane in hand, to survey the nubile backside upended before him. Overcome by the shame of this public chastisement, the girl had begun sobbing as soon as her bare bottom cheeks were exposed so that her twin mounds quivered with anticipation as well as the effect of her emotion. Richard noted, with some delight, that the girl's bottom consisted of two perfectly formed mounds with whisps of pubic hair peeping out from the dark cleft visible between them. Richard's reverie was interrupted by the swish of a cane and a loud yelp of pain. Ann had begun to apply the punishment to the girl at the other end of the table. As if following this cue, Richard began the job at hand. Pausing briefly between each stroke, the headmistress and her assistant applied the requisite number of strokes to the soft female rumps as the girl's howled and danced. When the punishment was over, the girls remained in position, crying loudly, until Ann excused them and then scooped up their panties from the floor and ran from into the locker area, bouncing and jiggling in a manner that amused the spectators. As the next two girls were called to take their place, Richard moved to the other side of the table to the position which Ann had previously occupied. This time the bare bottom presented to him was larger and more voluptuous so that Richard was rewarded with the delightful bounce of the twin cheeks as the cane left its mark. For the next several minutes, the gym was filled with the sobs and cries of the anguished young girls undergoing punishment as, two by two, they assumed their positions and felt the chastisement of the cane. As a further measure of humiliation, the girls were quite aware that the required posture that thrust their bare bottoms high in the air for punishment also exposed their most intimate female areas to the view of the onlookers. But as the cane bit into the tender bottom cheeks, most of them had difficulty keeping their feet from dancing about in a frantic hop or beating their toes against the gym floor in a futile effort to calm the pain. Nearly all of the youngsters, when excused by Ann, ran from the floor of the gym, sobbing and rubbing the reddening welts of the cane crisscrossing their bare behinds. Some, more modest, attempted first to replace their panties but found their bottoms too sensitive for the stretched cotton. As a result, several girls left the floor with panties covering only the pubic area leaving their sore rumps exposed to the air which, together with their sobs and cries of distress, contributed to the amusement of the audience. Finally, one young lady remained seated after the others, soundly chastised, had fled in shame. Cynthia Baker, the leader of the group, sat up primly, her proud breasts and erect nipples thrusting against the cotton shirt. Cynthia had not been apologetic in Ann's meeting. On the contrary, she considered the school's position on her sorority as quite reactionary and had said as much. Ann vowed she would find a way to bring this snobby bitch down. "Cynthia," said Ann sweetly, "no cane for you, my dear. You have been very difficult in this situation making it hard for me to enforce the rule of the school and encouraging the others to question my authority - you have been a very stubborn child. So....you are to be punished as a naughty little girl is punished. Right here, in front of your friends, Cynthia, Mr. Hazel will give you an old fashioned spanking. We'll see if the paddle can help you understand the situation." Cynthia blushed furiously. As Richard approached her, beckoning, she seemed frantic. "Please," she murmered to him," don't humiliate me that way. I'll take the cane, but a spanking is too embarrassing. I'm....I'm 17 years old." Nothwithstanding her protests, Richard pulled her, half dragging, to a chair in the center of the gym floor and positioned her over his knees in the classic spanking posture. Cynthia small fists beat against his leg, but a resounding smack of the paddle he was holding against the girl's ample and panty clad rump soon gave her something else to think about. Pausing, Richard placed his hand in the waistband of Cynthia's panties and pulled them down to her ankles where they retarded the girl's frantic efforts to kick. The spectators became quiet as Cynthia's twin mounds were exposed and Richard began to apply the paddle to the bare cheeks. SMACK.................SMACK..............SMACK, the spanks decended like the crack of a cap pistol on the bare and wiggling bottom. "Ouch..........Ow..........stop.......Oh.. Ooo.....,that hurts........please.....no-oh." Cynthia's protests turned to howls of pain as the Richard spanked the bouncing mounds with a slow even cadence. "Yeow......hoo,hoo...........ouch, help...AIEEEK. Cynthia began to howl loudly. As much as she tried to wiggle and kick to avoid the punishment, the paddle continued to descend on her tormented and reddening cheeks. She waived her legs in the air wildly, kicking off the flimsy panties. Her shrieks and yelps of pain and her gyrating red bottom cheeks made her appear to be a little girl suffering the traditional punishment for her naughtiness. This image contrasted somewhat with the mature furry cleft which she displayed as her thighs opened. Cynthia was blubbering loudly when Richard, at last, ended the painful and ordeal. He did not allow her to leave her humiliating position over his lap so that, for a few moments she @ < lay sobbing, her bare bottom cheeks red and quivering with the hot sting of the paddle - in every sense a completely subjugated young lady. Finally, Richard placed her on her feet, still bare from the waist down and spoke to her softly. "Cynthia, "it's time for your little speech of apology. Now do it well or you go back over my lap." Cynthia stood, completely humiliated and red-faced, her blazing bottom exposed to everyone. Her hands were cupped in front of her to cover her pubic mound, although, from time to time, they rubbed at her well-spanked backside. Her friends and classmates sat silently as she began in a cracked and sobbing voice. "I....I'm sorry......what I did was wrong....[sniff]. I apologize and ask you all to forgive me." Ann, who had retrieved the girl's panties, brought them to her. "Very well," she said, "I hope you have learned your lesson. You may leave." When all of the girls had filed out of the gym, Richard guided Ann to the table over which the girls had been punished. Before the surprised headmistress could protest, he bent her over the end and, pulling up her skirt, yanked her panties down to floor. Freeing his hard and throbbing cock, he thrust it up against Ann's cunt and was pleased to discover that she had become soaking wet during the evening's proceedings. With a murmer of delight, he slid his rigid maleness between the headmistress's moist pussy lips. Again the gym resounded with feminine noises, but this time there were no tears. GIRLS' SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN PART III Parents' weekend at Greenwich Academy is always a chaotic experience. Parents and their daughters mill about the campus, in the dorm rooms and the recreation areas. While there are formal activities designed to give the them an idea of the school life, parents usually try to see faculty members to inquire about the progress being made by their darlings. To avoid this kind of confrontation, Richard Hazel, assistant to the headmistress of Greenwich, and the school disciplinarian, spent Saturday afternoon in his private study marking papers. This was not the office which he generally occupied, but the room used for punishment. Of course, there were no discipline sessions scheduled which give Richard a free afternoon. At least until a knock on the door intruded on his solitude. With a sigh, he went to the door and, opening it, stood staring at the lovely woman in the doorway. Richard's visitor had the face and figure of a fashion magazine cover. Her beautiful blond hair, blue eyes and the hint of firm and ample breasts under the jacket of her elegant suit caused him to pause as if paralyzed. She smiled at his discomforture. "May I come in," she said, "I'm Evelyn Colewell." Richard stammered an unintelligible response, but he backed away from the door and waved her in. He directed her to a chair, watching her exquisite legs moving under the short skirt of the suit. "Please do. Won't you sit down." As she entered the room, he realized that she had a teenage girl in tow, obviously her daughter. Of course, Richard thought, Lynne Colewell, a 14 year old and something of a smart aleck, according to the other teachers. Richard had not been called upon to punish the girl as yet, but her continued misbehavior had been brought to his attention and he certainly expected to see her very soon. "You know my daughter Lynne, I believe," she continued. "We're sorry to intrude but Ms. Henderson told me you were the one to see." Richard had to pull himself together to keep from staring again. The lady had to be in her 40s, but she looked 25. He glanced at the daughter who was a smaller version of her mother but without her parent's charm and graciousness. The girl had not come here willingly and was grumbling and muttering under her breath. "What can I do for you, Mrs. Colewell," he said finally. "You may be aware that my daughter has not impressed her teachers with her good manners. I understand from my discussion with the headmistress that Lynne is very likely to be sent to you for discipline. "That is true. She is probably going to be on the next list." Richard wondered if Mrs. Colewell was fully aware of the nature of the punishment administered at Greenwich Academy. From the look on Lynne's face, it was obvious that the teenager knew what to expect. "I became quite upset," Mrs. Colewell continued, "when I discovered this while I was putting some sweaters in her dresser drawer." Opening her purse, Mrs. Colewell drew out a pack of cigarettes nearly empty but with about 8 or ten remaining. "Am I correct in assuming that smoking is against the rules"? Before Richard could respond, Lynne became agitated. "Oh, you bitch, why can't you mind your own business," she snapped. Ignoring her, Richard addressed his lovely visitor. "Yes, that is a serious infraction." "So Ms. Henderson indicated when I mentioned it. Frankly, Mr. Hazel, I am not pleased with Lynne's attitude and I believe she requires immediate correction. That is why I brought her here. I want her punished right now." Noting Richard's hesitation, Mrs. Colewell continued. "I realize that we are talking about a spanking, Mr. Hazel. It is something that Lynne has needed for some time, but it is beyond my ability and her father,...well, we're divorced, so I have been raising her by myself." "Very well, Mrs. Colewell, we'll begin right now." Reaching into his desk, Richard extracted a wooden paddle, slightly larger than a table tennis racquet, through which several holes had been drilled. He moved toward the teenager and led her to a chair a few feet from the one in which her mother was sitting The topic of the discussion and the sight of the paddle had increased Lynne's apprehension. "Oh....please....no....... Mother...," she shrieked as Richard seated himself and pulled the terrified girl over his lap. Lynne was dressed in the school uniform so that her regulation jumper skirt rode up above her hips as he adusted her position across his knees, exposing her ample bottom filling the white cotton panties which Greenwich girls were required to wear. Holding her skirt well above her waist, Richard applied pressure to the small of Lynne's back to hold the squirming girl in place. He paused as he contemplated the wiggling backside still covered by the panties. Glancing at Lynne's mother, he became aware of her delightful and amused smile. "Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Hazel," she said, "go ahead and lower her panties." Richard smiled in return and pulled the teenagers brief panties to a point below her knees baring her well formed twin mounds and shapely thighs. Lynne squeezed her cheeks together as much in an effort to reduce the exposure of her nearly mature feminine cleft as in anticipation of the dreaded punishment. The girl had stopped protesting and began to whine softly as she awaited the spanking. Lynne did not have to wait very long. Within a few moments, the paddle was rapidly spanking the resiliant bottom-cheeks, each smack landing with a loud report on the soft female flesh. The wriggling teenager began to shriek with pain as she felt the fiery sting. "Ouch.....oooh. ow........agh...... .please..no...don't." Richard looked up for a moment as he paused to inspect the reddening backside bouncing on his lap. Lynne was waving her legs wildly in the air, no longer concerned about displaying the furry cleft and soft pussy lips each time her thighs parted in her effort to avoid the punishing strokes. Mrs. Colewell sat as if fascinated by the scene. Her legs were tightly crossed with a hint of white thigh above her stocking tops. Her face was flushed and her nostrils flared with excitement. Returning to the bare bottom lying on his lap, Richard applied himself to the punishment of the bare bottom lying on his lap. Lynne was crying loudly as the continued sting and humiliation of the spanking broke down her reserve. "Oh.. help,this is awful.........Yeow........I'll be good...... Ouch.........oh.........please." When He was satisfied with the red hue of the tormented girl's bottom cheeks, Richard helped her to her feet. Tearfully, Lynne hopped from side to side as she rubbed at the pain in her bottom, oblivious to the soft curly tufts of her pubic mound which she was now revealing. Her panties remained around her ankles for several minutes as she massaged her hot posterior. Then, sniffling into a tissue supplied by her mother, the teenager stepped out of her panties and stuffed them into hand. "You can probably go back to your room now, Lynne, if it's all right with Mr. Hazel. I will be along later to say goodbye before I leave the school" Richard nodded and the girl, now somewhat calmer, looked at Richard then at her mother. Smiling briefly, she left the room still carrying her panties in her hand. When Lynne had closed the door behind her, Mrs. Colewell walked over to Richard who was still seated. Putting her arm on his, she smiled warmly. "Thank you very much. I'm sure Lynne will benefit from that." Richard, feeling himself like a schoolboy in the presence of this elegant and beautiful woman, stammered a response, hoping that Mrs. Colewell would not notice the erection bulging in his pants. She continued to speak, softly and, Richard thought, in musical tones. "Richard, you must call me Evelyn, please. I do hope we will be friends." "Certainly," he said. "Evelyn, I'm sure that your daughter has learned a lesson and will improve her behavior. Have you had much trouble with her."? "No, actually, just recently. Since her father and I divorced. I believe she blames me for the difficulty, but we married very young. He was the first man who...well, you know what I mean. Anyway, Lynne's respect for me diminished and I allowed her to get away with it. I have even continued to spoil her hoping that would restore our relationship. I guess I messed things up out of a sense of guilt." "A child needs a firm hand in a situation like that," said Richard. "That's particularly true of adolescent females." Evelyn laughed. "What about their mothers. Don't you think they need a firm hand as well. I think I have been as bitchy as Lynne these last few months. Perhaps I need a spanking myself." "Well," Richard quipped, "you've certainly come to the right place. That's what I do here." "Very well," said Evelyn huskily, "let's get it over with, please." Evelyn removed her jacket exposing perfect breasts, jutting outward without support, their nipples already hardened. She folded the jacket and placed it over a chair. Then, unzipping and stepping out of her skirt, she stood in front of Richard wearing only a garter belt and bikini panties. Her long legs were encased in sheer stockings held up by the garters and ended in a pair of high-heeled shoes which contributed to the erotic effect. "Shall I get across your knee?" she asked, whispering softly. Richard was too excited to reply. Instead he guided the Evelyn's lovely frame into spanking position and lowered the panties to a point well below the curve of her unblemished twin mounds. Their dampness confirmed her arousal as did the moist pubic hair surrounding her delicate pussy lips, visible between the lady's shapely thighs. With a gasp of appreciation, he ran his hand over the smooth bottom cheeks. "This ass is almost too good to spank." She giggled, looking back at him from her humiliating posture. "Go ahead and spank it anyway." Richard began the spanking slowly, applying the paddle smartly to the firm cheeks and alternating the smacks so as to impart a uniform glow the the area. Then he applied a flurry of strokes, each leaving its stinging mark on the punishment place. "Oooch............yeow." Evelyn emitted a yelp of pain after each smack but, unlike her daughter, seemed to be deriving more satisfaction that distress from the chastisement. She kicked her feet in the air wildly and ground her hips into his lap as she squeezed her thighs together. By the time Evelyn's bottom had taken on a satisfactory shade of red, this friction was certainly contributing to the hardness in Richard's cock. He felt that he was suffering nearly as much as the spanked woman lying on it. Concerned that he might embarrass himself by cumming in his pants, Richard ended the spanking and helped Evelyn to her feet. She smiled, rubbing her bottom sensually for a few moments. Then, she leaned over and kissed him fervently. Pulling him to a standing position, Evelyn knelt before him, unzipped his slacks and released the stiff and tormented tool. Richard breathed a sigh of relief which turned into a cry of delight as she began to minister to his maleness with her lips and tongue. "You must have an awful time, spanking those young, sweet bottoms," she murmured. But Richard's reply was lost in his loud moan as her mouth enveloped him.

Gabriella's First day of Senior Year by Gabriella's First day of Senior Year Part 1 Gabriella was awakened by the sound of her alarm clock, it was Monday, the first day of school in her senior year. Though she missed the summer she was happy it was over, especially after the humiliations she had suffered at the hands of her own family the weekend before. She still couldn’t believe that her mom had forced her to stay naked in front of everyone and worse be spanked in front of everyone as well. “Oh well, at least that’s over now.” She thought to herself. She got out of bed and opened her closet, she took out the outfit she picked out the night before and laid it on her bed, it was a pleated skirt that landed at mid-thigh and a tank top. After completing her morning routine and getting all of her books together she walked into the kitchen to say good bye to her mother, even though she was still a little upset with her. “I’m leaving to go to school now Mom, see you later” she said. She turned towards the front door but her mom stopped her. “Hold on a second Gabby, take this to your health teacher.” She said as she handed her and envelope. “What’s this for?” Gabriella asked. “It’s a permission slip for you to participate in class.” She replied. “Oh, ok I’ll give it to the teacher.” Gabriella shrugged. She gave her mom a hug and walked out the front door. At school all the students reported to homeroom, they would get their class schedules for the rest of the semester there, Gabriella looked over the schedule and noticed that her first class of the day would be health class. “Oh that’s right, mom gave me these slip to give the teacher.” She thought to herself. She took the envelope out of her bag and slipped it into one of the folders in her binder so she wouldn’t forget it in her locker. Soon the bell rang and everyone headed off to their first class of the day. When she arrived in class she approached her teacher Ms. Hart and handed her the envelope. “Good morning ma’am, my mother told me I had to give this to you.” She said politely. Ms. Hart took the envelope. “Thank you, what is your name?” She asked. “Gabriella.” She answered. “Thank you Gabriella, go ahead and take a seat, we will be starting class soon.” She quickly found a seat in the middle of the classroom and waited for class to start. She noticed however, that nobody else seemed to be handing anything in to the teacher, everyone else was just walking in and sitting down. “Why aren’t they giving the teacher their permission slips?” She wondered. She quickly dismissed the thought as the bell rang signaling the start of first period. A few remaining students quickly hurried in and found a seat. The teacher got up from her desk and up to the front of the room. “Good morning everyone, welcome to the first day of class.” She said. “This year the school has decided to take a difference approach to how health class it taught, normally we just read from a book and look at slide shows. This year we are taking a more interactive approach.” One of the students raised her hand. “Yes, you have a question?” She said pointing to the student. “What do you mean by more interactive?” She asked. “I’m glad you asked, this year before the school year began your parents were send letters with permission slips asking if they would allow you to participate in class.” Gabriella’s heart skipped a beat, now she knew what the permission slip was for. “The permission slip grants permission for you to be involved in the class lessons in whatever way is called for.” She continued. Ms. Hart then picked up the envelope that Gabriella had given her a few minutes ago. “It looks like only one of your parents has consented to let you participate, Gabriella if you could please join me up in the front of the class.” She said looking at her. Gabriella got up from her seat and joined the teacher at the front of the class. “Since you are the only one with a signed permission slip you are going to be our participant for the rest of the school year, unless someone else brings one in.” Gabriella didn’t like the sound of that. “What will I have to do?” she asked nervously. Ms. Hart handed her the permission slip. “Go ahead and read it, though I’m surprised you didn’t know what was in it considering your mother signed it.” Gabriella opened the envelope and read the slip out loud. “I the parent/guardian here by give consent for my son/daughter to be used in any or all classroom activities and events. I understand that his or her participation may include but is not limited to assisting the teacher with grading papers, preparing, displaying or acting as a visual aid for the benefit of the class and may include but is not limited to partial or full nudity in front of the class. Finally, in signing this I acknowledge and consent that my son/daughter can be compelled by force to participate in any and all exercises and activities and if he/she fails to co-operate sufficiently he/she will be subject to disciplinary action which may include by is not limited to, detention, suspension, being withheld from graduation or any other means of discipline deemed appropriate by the school.” Gabriella stood there for a moment in shock as Ms. Hart plucked the permission slip from her hands and put it in her desk in a locked drawer. “Well now that we have that out of the way, we can begin our first lesson, the female anatomy.” Gabriella's First day of Senior Year Part 2 Ms. Hart turned to Gabriella. “Gabriella, since you will be our visual aid for the class please remove your skirt and top, then we can begin the lesson.” Gabriella immediately panicked and ran out the door. “Gabriella come back here!!” Ms. Hart shouted after her. Gabriella didn’t stop, she kept running as fast as she could. “I’ll run outside and run home.” She thought frantically. As she rounded the corner she ran directly into two of the school’s security guards, she bounced off of them and fell on her backside. The two men reached down and helped her up, she tried to run again but they held onto her. “Young lady where exactly are you running off to so fast!?” One of them asked sounding annoyed. Gabriella didn’t answer, she only tried harder to get away. “Fine we’ll take you to the main office and find out where you're supposed to be.” They dragged her down the hall to the main office. The first guard spoke to the secretary while the other made sure she did not try to run away again. “Can you tell me what class this student is supposed to be in right now?” He asked. The secretary looked over at Gabriella. “Oh yes that’s Gabriella, just one moment.” She said. After a few seconds checking the computer she handed the security guard a sheet with her schedule. “It looks like she’s supposed to be in Ms. Hart’s health class right now.” She said pointing to it on the schedule. “Thank you, we’ll take her back to class.” “No no no please don’t take me back there.” Gabriella begged. “Nonsense young lady, this is a school and students are required to be in class.” With that both security guards took her by the arms and brought her back to class. When they arrived Gabriella was surprised to see a chair at the front of the class. It looked normal enough at first but as she got closer she realized that there was something very different about this one. There seemed to be straps attached to the arms, back and at the legs, which also looked like they could be moved. “Welcome back Gabriella, I had called security but it looks like they already found you.” Ms. Hard said with an annoyed look on her face. “Gentlemen if you would be so kind as to put Gabriella in the chair and secure the straps, I don’t want her running again, as it is she wasted enough class time.” The guard walked her over to the chair and forced her to sit down in it, they then secured the straps around her wrists, arms, waist and ankles. “Thank you very much gentlemen.” Ms. Hart said. The security guards both nodded and left the room. “Please Ms. Hart don’t make me do this!” Gabriella begged. “Your mother signed the slip Gabriella, you don’t have a choice.” She said sternly. Ms. Hart then grabbed a piece of close the placed it over Gabriella’s mouth and secured it tightly. “You’ve already wasted enough of everyone’s time and I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” Ms. Hart turned back to the class. “As I was saying, today we were going to start talking about the female anatomy, however because of Gabriella’s interruption we won’t have enough time to talk about it in detail.” Gabriella sighed with relief. “Instead Gabriella will be on display for the remainder of the class, I want you to study her body and take notes for tomorrow’s class.” The same student from earlier raised her hand again. “We can’t see her body very well with her skirt and top on.” She said. Ms. Hart looked at Gabriella and then back to the student. “I suppose you’re right.” She said. Ms. Hart went to her desk and took out a pair of scissors. Gabriella tried to struggle when she saw her come towards her with them but the straps were too tight. “You should stay still or you might get a cut.” Ms. Hart warned. She then began cutting up the front of Gabriella’s skirt stopping at the waistband, she pealed the sides of the shirt away revealing her panties to the class. “Is that better?” She asked looking behind her. “No we still can’t see.” Came the replies. Ms. Hart then cut through the waist band of the skirt and pulled it out from under her leaving her only in her panties from the waist down. “I suppose we should do the top as well.” She said. Ms. Hart then began cutting up the front of Gabriella’s tank top until it was completely in half at the front, she then snipped the straps on each side and pulled the remains of the shirt away leaving Gabriella in only her underwear. “There, that should be good.” Ms. Hart said stepping away leaving her in open view of the entire class. Gabriella sobbed through the gag, she had never dreamed she would be humiliated like this in front of her classmates. 20 minutes later the bell rang, everyone in the class got up and started off to their next class, Ms. Hart removed the gag and unstrapped Gabriella from the chair. She got up and wiped the tears from her face. “See you tomorrow Gabriella, I hope you are in a more cooperative mood tomorrow.” She said. Gabriella picked up the remains of her skirt and top from the floor. “Ms. Hart my clothes are ruined; I can’t go through the rest of the day in just my underwear, can I be excused for the rest of the day?” Ms. Hart shook her head. “I’m afraid not, if you had cooperated and removed your clothes when I asked, I wouldn’t have had to cut them off you, consider this part of your punishment for not cooperating.” Gabriella looked heart broken. “But what will I say to my other teachers?!” Ms. Hart grabbed a scrap of paper and wrote something on it quickly then handed it to her. “This will explain to your teachers what’s going on and not to remove you from classes, now if you don’t mind my students are arriving for my next class.” She then took Gabriella by the arm and pushed her out the door, grabbing the remains of her clothing from her. “You won’t need these anyway since they are already ruined, I’ll throw them out for you. Enjoy the rest if your day!” She said shutting the door. Gabriella turned from the door into the hall, the rest of the students suddenly got quiet staring at her in only her underwear and shoes. Gabriella quickly ducked into one of the girl’s bathrooms at the end of the hall and locked herself into one of the stalls. Just then she heard the door open, she heard three female voices coming into the bathroom. “Did you see Gabriella?” One of the voices said. “Yeah she was only in her underwear.” Another said. “John said he saw her come in here, let’s find her.” Said the third. Gabriella put her feet up on the toiled at she heard the girls start opening the stalls one at a time slowly making their way towards hers. Gabriella's First day of Senior Year Part 3 She heard them pushing on the door to her stall. “She must be in here.” The leader said. One of them hit the door hard causing the flimsy lock to break, the door flew open. “Well look at what we have here girls, little Gabriella in nothing but her undies.” Said the first girl who Gabriella recognized as Mary one of the school bullies, with her were her usual cronies Lisa and Sarah. “Get her out of there girls so we can get a better look at her.” Mary ordered. Sarah and Lisa grabbed Gabriella by the arms and pulled her out of the stall. “Please Mary, leave me alone, I’ve never done anything to bother you.” Gabriella pleaded. Mary scoffed at her. “Yes little miss goodie goodie, never does anything wrong.” Gabriella tried frantically to look for a way out of this situation but there was no way she was getting away from them. “So you like walking around the school with no clothes on?” Mary asked snidely. “No, I don’t, Ms. Hart made me do it.” Gabriella replied nervously. “Yeah right, the little tramp probably loves all the boys looking at her.” Said Sarah. Gabriella felt the waistband of her panties get pulled back and then snapped back causing her to cry out. She turned around and saw it was Lisa who had done it. “I wonder what she has under those undies of hers, think she stuffs her bra?” Lisa asked with a grin on her face. “Please just leave me alone, I promise I’ll give you anything just don’t take off my underwear.” Mary thought for a moment. “Anything you say?” Mary said with a sly look on her face. “Yes, yes anything!” Gabriella replied. “Alright then, I’ll take those shoes.” Gabriella looked confused. “My shoes?” “The socks too, they go really well with them.” Mary said casually. Lisa grabbed the back of her panties and snapped them back again. “It’s either the socks and shoes, or your underwear.” Lisa said. “Yeah you can either walk out of here with bare feet or a bare everything else.” Laughed Sarah. Gabriella’s head was swimming, but what else could she do, the shoes were brand new but she couldn’t stand the idea of walking around school completely naked. “OK, you can have the shoes.” She said dejectedly. “Too bad, I was kind of hoping you would say no, at any rate, feel free to take my shoes and socks off and give them to me.” Mary said. Gabriella walked over to a small bench on the back wall and sat down, she bent down and untied her shoes and removed her socks leave her in only her bra and panties. “Now pick them up and bring them to me.” Commanded Mary. Gabriella stood up and shivered as she felt the cold floor on her bare feet. She picked up the shoes and brought them over to Mary. “Here they are.” She said holding them out to her. Mary took the shoes from her. “Well won’t these just look great on me, what do you think girls?” Lisa and Sarah nodded. “Oh yes and you got them for such a good price.” Sarah said sarcastically. The three girls all laughed together. “Well time to go, we’re late for class as it is, oh and by the way, if you tell anyone about this, you can be sure we’ll come back for the bra and panties.” Mary said. Gabriella nodded as the three girls left the bathroom laughing as they went. She stayed in the bathroom for the rest of the period, fortunately since this was her senior year, she had a few free periods which happened to be second and third. After the bell sounded for third period to begin she ventured out of the bathroom, she had hoped to make it to her locker to get her gym clothes, they weren’t pretty but at least they would give her some modesty. She walked carefully through the halls, shivering every so often from the cold floor on her feet. After about 5 minutes of carefully avoiding security guards or fellow students she at last made it to her locker. She started to enter the combination when suddenly she heard a voice call out her name. It was Ms. Hart and she had another teacher with her Mr. Adams. “Gabriella!” She called out. Gabriella froze as they approached, she stayed facing away from them not wanting to expose herself to Mr. Adams. “What are you doing out in the halls, shouldn’t you be in class?” She asked sternly “Um, no Ms. Hart, I have a free period right now.” She replied still facing away from them. Ms. Hart grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. “It’s rude to not face someone when they are speaking to you!” Ms. Hart scolded. Gabriella blushed from embarrassment at being scolded and having Mr. Adams see her in her underwear. “I’m sorry.” She said meekly. Ms. Hart repeated her question. “Why aren’t you in class?” Gabriella opened her locker and handed Ms. Hart her schedule. “My second and third periods are free periods.” She explained pointing to the lines on the sheet. Ms. Hart studied the schedule for a moment. “I see, and what happened to your shoes and socks?” Gabriella started to speak about what happened but then remembered the threat from Mary and her goons. “I umm, lost them.” “You lost them?” Ms. Hart said with a doubtful look on her face. Gabriella only nodded. “That doesn’t seem likely but I’m not here to find out if you lost your shoes or not, Mr. Adams teaches the Advanced Placement health class and unfortunately nobody in his class signed the permission slip and he needs someone to act as his visual aid.” Gabriella felt overwhelmed with panic again. “But, I’m not in his class I thought I only had to do this for your class!” Ms. Hart pulled out the permission slip and pointed to the section referring to punishment. “According to this the school can punish you in any way we deem appropriate if you do not cooperate and since you decided not to cooperate this morning, I am making you help Mr. Adams with his class.” Gabriella stood there speechless. “Also since his class is during one of your free periods, this won’t affect your attendance in any of your other classes.” She said. Mr. Adams and Ms. Hart took her by the arms and walked her towards the classroom. “I appreciate you helping with out with this Amanda.” Mr. Adams said. “No problem Neil.” Ms. Hart said with a smile. When they got to the classroom the students were already seated, Gabriella noticed the same chair Ms. Hart had in her classroom earlier. “She’s been pretty uncooperative today Neil; you should probably strap her into the chair so she doesn’t run out on you.” Ms. Hart said. “No it’s ok I promise I won’t run” Gabriella pleaded. “Sorry Gabriella, but I can’t risk you being an interruption like you were to Ms. Hart.” Mr. Adams said. They made her sit down in the chair and strapped her in, Ms. Hart also secured the gag over her moth again as well. Once they had finished Mr. Adams addressed the class. “Hello everyone, this month we are going to discuss the female reproductive system, we are fortunate that we have a live visual aid, provide by Ms. Hart.” Gabriella’s eyes widened with fear. She tried to struggle against the straps but like before they held firm. “Before we begin the lecture I will first prep our visual aid.” Mr. Adams then walked towards Gabriella, with a pair of scissors in his hands! Gabriella's First day of Senior Year Part 4 “This won’t take more than a few minutes, so please be quiet and be patient class.” He put the scissors in his pocket and fiddled with a latch on the chair. Gabriella heard a click and felt the chair start to recline slightly, he then released a latch near the leg rests and brought them up so that her legs were straight in front of her and slightly elevated then locked them into place. “I am making the appropriate adjustments to the exam chair so that our visual aid will be in a position that makes it easy for everyone to see.” He made an adjustment to both leg rests so that both of her knees were bent a little and locked it into place, once he had finished with the he unlocked the arm rests and opened them outwards and up so that once they were locked in place Gabriella’s hands were effectively secured over her head. “The next adjustment will spread her legs apart, which will allow us easiest visual and physical access.” Gabriella started freaking out again as he started turning a black knob on the side of the chair, nothing seemed to be happening at first, but then she felt it, the leg rests were moving away from each other, her legs slowly began slowing spreading apart. Gabriella tried to resist but her legs were no match for the chair, after what seemed like an eternity the chair clicked locking into place, Gabriella was now spread wide open, the class had an unobstructed view of her entire body, save for what her panties and bra covered, which she had a feeling wouldn’t be covering anything for very long. “There we are, one more step.” He said. He then took the scissors out from his pocket again. He walked around to the right side of the chair. “While the breasts are not technically part of the female reproductive system, they will be discussed in our lessons, that being said, you won’t be needing this for the rest of the class.” He said as he cut her right bra strap. Then he walked around to the other side and cut her left bra strap, finally he placed the scissors in the center of her bra between the cups. Gabriella was too frightened to move as he cut through the bra completely. Gabriella could see that many of the students were shifting in their chairs, the boys all had hungry looks in their eyes. Suddenly she felt Mr. Adams pull on the left cup of her bra and pull it out from under her leaving her completely topless in front of the entire classroom. Mr. Adams dropped the tattered remains of the bra on the floor and moved down to her waist, he hooked his finger under the left leg hole of her panties and carefully placed the scissors on them. “And you most certainly will not need these for today’s lesson.” With that he began so slowly cut up the left side of her panties, when he cut through the waistband the elastic snapped to the right revealing her naked hip. Gabriella tried to scream through the gag but nobody was listening, she tried to struggle but she couldn’t move a muscle. Mr. Adams then moved to her right and started to cut up that side of her panties, Gabriella cried as he cut through the waistband, she felt it spring toward the center, her panties were now little more than a limp piece of cloth barely protecting her modesty. Finally, he reached for the front of her panties and pulled, they wouldn’t come at first because they were held in place by her bottom, but finally she felt them give and they came out from under her, Mr. Adams dropped the remains of the panties on the floor leaving her completely naked in front of the entire class. Mr. Adams stepped to the side allowing everyone in the class an unobstructed view of Gabriella’s nude body, she sobbed through the gag as she felt the air on her exposed pussy. To make matters worse with her legs spread so far apart, the lips of her pussy were also spread apart leaving nothing to the imagination. Mr. Adams stepped forward again producing a retractable pointer and extended it. “We will begin by identifying a few of the main external structures of the reproductive system, today we will be learning specifically about the labia majora, labia minora and the clitoris.” He placed the tip of the pointer on the outer lips of her pussy causing her to shudder. “This area is known as the labia majora or large lips, they enclose and protect the other external reproductive organs, typically after puberty this area is covered by hair, however as we can all see Gabriella has shaved all of hers off.” Gabriella became flush with embarrassment as her so casually talked about her most intimate parts. He next placed the pointer on her inner lips. “This is the labia minora or small lips, they surround the openings to the vagina and the urethra, you can see they are open fairly wide due to the position of her legs.” He then placed the point on her clit which made her shudder again. “Here is the clitoris which as you can see is where the two labia minora meet, this small, sensitive protrusion is comparable to the penis in males. It is also covered by a fold of skin called the prepuce, similar to the foreskin of a penis. It also is very sensitive to stimulation and can become erect.” Mr. Adams then moved the pointer around gentle on her clit, this caused Gabriella to gasp and twitch. “As you can tell even just a small amount of stimulation can cause a reaction, if enough stimulation is provided a woman will have an orgasm, any questions so far?” Hands shot up around the class room before he could even finish his question. “Yes young lady?” he pointed to one of the students. “I think it would be beneficial to the class if you showed everyone what a girl having an orgasm looks like.” She said. Gabriella’s eyes widened, she looked out to the class and saw that the student who spoke was none other than Mary herself, she had a grin on her face a mile wide. She looked up towards Mr. Adams with pleading eyes. “There is no way he would take it that far, would he?” She thought to herself. She was about to find out just how wrong she was. Gabriella's First day of Senior Year Part 5 Mr. Adams thought about it for a moment, then he spoke. “Well I suppose it couldn’t hurt to give you all a demonstration.” Gabriella’s felt like her head was going to explode. Mr. Adams grabbed a wooden stool and placed it in front of her chair and sat down, his face now even with her exposed pussy. He took out a pair of latex gloves from his pocket and put them on. “Very well then let’s begin.” Mr. Adams placed his right thumb on Gabriella’s clit and began moving I in slow clockwise circles. Gabriella’s entire body shuddered as she was overcome with humiliation and pleasure at the same time. He used his left index and middle finger to spread her lips further apart which only increased how good it felt. Gabriella started breathing heavier and heavier, she couldn’t understand why her body was betraying her like this as she was being steadily brought to orgasm in front of the entire class room. As she felt it building up more and more she couldn’t help but moan through the gag, she saw some of the other students had their phones out and were taking videos and pictures. She tried to fight it but she knew soon it would happen. Finally, the moment came, she didn’t know if it was Mr. Adam’s or if it was the thought of everyone looking at her. At that moment she felt herself wracked by a powerful orgasm, her back arched up as far as the straps would allow and she moaned loudly through the gag, she could feel sweat covering her body as he tried to catch her breath. When she came to her senses she saw that the entire class was dead silent, some were still recording with their phones. Mr. Adams stood up and faced the class. “There you are class, a demonstration of the female orgasm, do we have any more questions?” Mary raised her hand again but spoke before she was called on. “I think we should also see what it looks like when she does it to herself sir.” She said with a grin. “Yeah, make her do it now” said another student. Mr. Adams put his hand up. “Enough, no more outbursts please.” The students quieted down and took their seats again. Mr. Adams walked over to the left side of the chair, before he could say anything however, the bell sounded signaling the end of the period. Gabriella signed with relief. “Alright class that’s all for today, for your homework write up a short report on what we learned today.” Mr. Adams began unstrapping Gabriella from the chair as the other students started to leave class, once she was fully unstrapped she tried to stand but her legs hurt from being spread out for so long. Looking down at the floor she saw the remains of her underwear and suddenly because very aware of her nudity again. She quickly grabbed the tattered underwear and tried to cover herself with them. “I don’t think those will do you much good.” Mr. Adams laughed and snatched them away from her. “Might as well dispose of these.” He said throwing them in the trash can. He then wrote her a late pass for her next class and sent her on her way. Gabriella walked as quickly as she could to her locker covering herself as best she could with her hands. She breathed a sigh of relief when she reached her locker, she had never thought she would be so excited to go to gym class, now she could put her gym clothes on and keep them on for the rest of the day. She quickly put on the old pair of shorts and the old t-shirt she had brought from home as well as her old sneakers from last year then hurried to the gymnasium. When she arrived the gym everyone was already doing their warm up jog, she quickly handed the teacher Ms. Harnel the late pass and then went to join her class for the jog. Ms. Harnel blew her whistle and called for everyone to line up. “Since today is the first day of class you will be doing all of the basics, we will start with the mile run and then sit ups.” She sent them outside to the large field to start the mile run, it would take 3 laps to make a mile, Ms. Harnel signaled them to go and they began the run. Gabriella’s legs still hurt from health class and she found herself falling behind quickly, by the time she reached the second turn the whole class was far ahead of her. As she was rounding the third turn someone jumped out of the wood and knocked her over, before she could reach she felt at least two people grab her arms and drag her into the woods. When she was releases she sat up and saw it was Mary and Lisa. Sarah was there as well along with many of the other boys and girls from the advanced health class. “We didn’t get a chance to see the demonstration before the bell rang.” Said Mary Gabriella tried to stand but they push her back down on to the ground. “Go ahead and show us how you make yourself cum.” She said laughing. Gabriella shook her head. “No I don’t want to, please leave me alone!” She tried again to get up but Lisa punched her in the stomach and pushed her down to the ground again. “I think we should make her more comfortable guys, strip her!” Said Mary. In an instant they were on her, she felt them grab the hem of her shirt and pull upwards until it was over her head and off completely, then they pulled down her gym shorts down her legs and passed her ankles taking her shoes with them. She saw her clothes get tossed on the ground and for the second time today she found herself complete naked in front of her classmates. Gabriella tried to cover herself with her hands but they were pulled away. “Go ahead, let’s see you do it.” Mary ordered. Gabriella sat there sobbing refusing to move. Mary then picked up her shorts from the ground and produced a pair of scissors. “If you don’t show us I’ll cut up these clothes too.” She warned. “No please, I’ll do it just don’t ruin those too!” Gabriella pleaded. Mary tossed the short back on to the ground. “I thought you’d see it my way, everyone, get out your cameras, this should be good!” All of the students took out their phones as Gabriella sat up and spread her legs, with her left hand she parted her pussy lips and with her right she starting massaging her clit. She couldn’t help but moan as she went despite feeling the red flush of embarrassment at being forced to masturbate in front of everyone. Sooner she was almost there, she felt it building faster and faster, her breathing coming out in gasps and moans until finally she came her eyes shut tight while she moaned loudly. When it was done she fell flat on her back, her arms out and her legs still spread as she tried to catch her breath, the cameras were still on her, taking pictures and probably movies too. When she finally composed herself she quickly crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her arms. “I don’t know why you’re so shy Gabriella, we’ve all seen so much of you by now.” Mary laughed. Everyone started to walk out of the wood and back towards the school leaving Gabriella naked on the ground, when they had all gone she looked for her clothes, but to her horror they were nowhere to be found. Then she saw towards the school one of her shoes, she ran over and picked it up, when she looked further towards the school she saw someone had taken her clothes and dropped them in a trail across the field. She ran naked across the field and gathered up her clothes, putting them on along the way. When she finally made it back inside Ms. Harnel scolded her. “Gabriella, what was a terrible time, I don’t know if you’re just lazy or if you’re that out of shape!” Gabriella looked down at the floor. “Sorry Ms. Harnel.” She said. “Tomorrow you are going to run it again while the rest of the class moves on to something else.” Gabriella walked into the locker room, it was empty since everyone had already showered and changed for the rest of the day, she quickly showered getting all the dirt from the woods off her and put her gym clothes back on. Then she headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Lunch was thankfully uneventful, she did however notice many people pointing at her and laughing amongst themselves, some were probably watching the video of her in the woods or the one from the advanced health class. When the bell for the period had sounded the principal made an announcement. “All students will report to the auditorium for special assembly, and would Gabriella please report directly to the main office, thank you.” As everyone headed toward the auditorium, Gabriella made her way to the main office, when she arrived the principal Mr. Winters was waiting along with Ms. Hart and Mr. Adams. “Hello Gabriella, Mr. Adams and Ms. Hart here told be about this morning and your insubordination.” Mr. Winters said with a stern look on his face. “We cannot allow this kind of thing to continue to happen, as such you will be disciplined by corporal punishment today and to make sure it sets and example it will be during the special assembly for the entire school.” Gabriella almost fainted as the security guards from this morning each took her by the arm and started escorting her to the auditorium Gabriella's First day of Senior Year Part 6 (FINAL) By the time they got there everyone had already taken their seats, the security guards walked her down the center aisle and up the left side stairs onto the stage. They sat her down on a wooden stool in the center of the stage then took their places at the left and right exits of the stage. Gabriella tried to shield her eyes from the stage lights that shone down on her, she even felt hot under the lights, she could see however that everyone was looking at her and whispering to each other. Mr. Winters walked out onto the stage and addressed the students from the podium. “Everyone, please quiet down so we can begin, I want to first apologize for pulling you out of your classes, I realize that this is the first day but this is very important.” The students all quieted down as Mr. Winters looked towards Gabriella. “As some of you might know, Gabriella had caused a significant disruption to the school day this morning, she ran out of class, disobeyed instructions from her teacher and worst of all wasted valuable teaching time for her classmates.” Just then, one of the side doors to the stage opened, two of the janitors walked in carrying a large folding table which they setup on the stage next to Gabriella, they then brought in a large wooden table and placed that in front of Gabriella so that she was at the table’s head. Finally, they brought out a wooden paddle, a riding crop and a flogger which they placed on the folding table. “Thank you gentlemen, for today’s assembly you will watch Gabriella receive corporal punishment for her actions, it is our hope that this will discourage her as well as all of you from being disruptive in the future.” Gabriella started to panic as the students tittered amongst themselves. Mr. Winters motioned to the security guards who approached Gabriella and took her by the arms, they stood her up and made her stand at the other end of the table facing the students. “If you gentlemen would please prepare Gabriella for her punishment, we can begin.” He said. The guard to her left grabbed her hands and forced them over her head, the other guard grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head exposing her breasts to the students, the guard on the left released one are at a time so the shirt could be completely removed and then held them back over her head. The guard on the right then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles, he knelt down and removed her shoes then took the shorts from her ankles leaving her completely naked. “Thank you gentlemen, for the first part of her punishment, Gabriella will be paddled on the behind 15 times, gentlemen, if you please.” The guards forced her to turn around and get on top of the table. “Get on your hands and knees.” One of them commanded. Gabriella did as she was told, one guard pushed her down so that she was resting on her elbows, gripping the edge with her hands while the other guard pushed her legs apart until her knees were at the edges of the table. “Excellent, now Ms. Hart will administer the punishment.” Ms. Hart walked onto the stage and took the wood paddle off the table then took her place to the left of Gabriella. “You may begin at any time Ms. Hart.” Gabriella braced herself. WHACK. “Ow!” She cried out. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHAK, WHACK Each hit hurt more and more, Gabriella could feel her ass getting redder. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK “Please no more!!” she cried out. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK Ms. Hart placed the paddle back on the table, Gabriella’s ass was bright red, the burning and stinging was unbearable. “Thank you Ms. Hart, for the next part of the punishment Mr. Adams will use the flog on her breasts 15 times.” The guards lifted Gabriella off the table and then turned her around, they lifted her up and made her sit on the edge of the table causing her to cry out from the paint of sitting on her freshly paddled ass. “Put your hands behind your head.” Ordered one of the guards. Gabriella put her hands behind her head causing her breasts to rise slightly. Then Mr. Adams took the flogger and took his position. Gabriella braced herself again and closed her eyes. SNAP Gabriella gasped at the pain on her breasts. SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP Gabriella had never felt paint like this before, each hit stung her breasts and her nipples so bad she thought they were bleeding. SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP “Ow, please I can’t take it anymore!” she screamed. SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP Mr. Adam put the flogger back down on the table, Gabriella’s breasts we dark red, the pain was the worst in her nipples which she could swear were bleeding, when she looked down she saw that they weren’t but was horrified to see that her breasts were so red that she could only tell where her nipples were because were hard. “Thank you Mr. Adams, now we come to the final part of the punishment.” Gabriella was dreading what he would say next, surely there was nothing else they could do to her. “For her final punishment Gabriella will receive 10 whips to her sex from the crop, which I will administer myself.” Gabriella was about to protest then the guards pushed her onto her back, the forced her legs apart then made her put her feet on the edge of the table so that her knees were bent and then held them there, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable. Mr. Winters left the podium and grabbed the crop. He took his place next to Gabriella. She started to plead. “No please..” CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK Gabriella screamed out in agony as each hit landed. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK Mr. Winters put down the crop in the table and returned to the podium, Gabriella had apparently passed out from the pain. “Let this be a warning to everyone that insubordination will not be tolerated.” He said sternly. Though he knew that he could never do this to any of the other students, after all Gabriella’s mother was the only one who signed the permission slip allowing any kind of punishment they wanted, he still hoped it would instill enough fear into the rest of the students. “Take her to the nurse’s office, everyone else is dismissed.” The student all got up and went back to the last class of the day, the guards picked up Gabriella and brought her to the nurse’s office. When she finally woke up she saw Ms. Hart, Mr. Adams and Mr. Winters standing over her along with the school nurse. Worst of all, she realized that she was still naked. “Hello Gabriella.” Mr. Winters said. “Hello sir.” She said meekly. “Now I hope this lesson was enough to stop you from disobeying your teachers in the future.” He said glaring at her. “Yes sir, it has.” “Excellent, then I expect to hear nothing but good reports from your teachers from now on.” She said with a satisfied smile. He then walked out of the office. Ms. Hart handed Gabriella her gym clothes. “You can put these on now and go home since they school day is over.” Gabriella grabbed them and quickly got dressed, she winced when the material touched the sore spots where she had been punished earlier but she was just happy to not be naked anymore. “Thank you Ms. Hart, I’m sorry I caused you so much trouble today.” She said in a defeated voice. Ms. Hart smiled at her. “I just hope you learned your lesson.” She said as Gabriella started to walk out of the office. “Oh Gabriella one more thing!” Gabriella turned around. “Yes?” “When you come to class tomorrow, please come naked, it will save us all a lot of time.” She said. Gabriella simply nodded her head. “Yes ma’am” END

Give it Your All by FinchAgent Stephen, Thomas, Mandy and Caroline were gathered outside of a large building in the industrial section of town. Inside was an escape room. The four friends called themselves the Escape Artists. Once a month, they'd get together to do an escape room in one of the many fine venues in their city and the surrounding area. Occasionally they'd even taken weekend trips away to try famous escape rooms in other states. They loved new challenges, but would also get together to break records on rooms they'd done before. The four friends loved the intrigue, the fiendish puzzles, the thrill of accomplishment and the stress of the time limit. This month, they were trying out a room that had just opened up and was getting a lot of buzz on all the escape room chats and forums. It billed itself as an Mega Escape Room. Built in what had previously been a large abandoned warehouse, it was a single challenge encompassing many different rooms, and was said to be the most expansive of its kind. Due to its massive scope, there was no hard time limit. "Ready for this?" Stephen asked the assembled group. "The time to beat is five hours. I think we can do it." "You bet," said Thomas, adjusting his glasses. "I was up all night practising Mensa puzzles. And then I slept until noon to be fully rested." "I'm always ready," said Mandy, cool and collected. "Never yet found a room I couldn't beat." "I brought snacks!" said Caroline, grinning widely and brandishing a cooler bag. "If it takes us five hours, we'll probably need them." "Good thinking, Caro," said Thomas. "You're the best." Mandy and Stephen exchanged glances. Thomas was much more into Caroline than he was into her, and his sweetness could sometimes be quite sickening. But so far he hadn't made things awkward by declaring his love for her or anything, which was good, because both were integral parts of the team. Thomas had a methodical approach and a wide knowledge of puzzles, and Caroline would always come up with solutions none of the others thought up. Stephen was a natural leader, able to prioritize tasks and delegate appropriately, and Mandy had a dogged persistence that would lead her to hammer against a puzzle long after the others had given up. They were a strong team, and had broken many records together. The four Escape Artists headed for the entrance to the warehouse. Stephen produced the barcode he'd printed from their ticket and held it against the scanner next to the door. It beeped, flashed green, and clicked open. The four stepped into the warehouse, finding themselves in a small room with four doors and a few lockers. An end table was set against one of the walls, on top of which was an ancient metal device with a speaker and some buttons. "What's that?" asked Mandy, who was the youngest of the group at twenty-three. "Tape player," said twenty-eight-year-old Stephen, walking over to the device and pushing down the play button. "I think my parents had one of these once." The speaker crackled. Soft, atmospheric music began to play. Over the top of the music came a man's voice, speaking slowly. "Welcome. Please place phones and other electronic devices in the lockers. Your challenge has already begun. You will now be trialled separately. The challenges ahead will require everything you have. "Each member of the team must choose a door and go through. Should you fail to follow this first instruction, the room will be rendered unsolvable. You will meet again for the final challenge." "Ah, so that's why they specified a team of four," said Stephen. "It's a bit strange that there's no reception, or anyone to greet us," said Caroline. "That's the brilliance of it!" countered Stephen. "Where other places would waste precious space on reception areas, this one is all escape room. That's how they can fit this much in! And the atmosphere of it all, very immersive. It's like we really have to escape from here." As Stephen said this, there was an audible click from the door behind them. "Ha! Brilliant! Alright team, you heard the tape, let's go." He was already opening a locker. Suppressing their misgivings at being locked in, the other three dutifully placed their phones and other valuables into the lockers at one end of the room and set the combination locks for them. They all had a lot of experience with combination locks. Now in challenge mode, the Escape Artists formed a line in front of their four doors, started the timers on their smartwatches, saluted each other, and descended into the bowels of the warehouse. Only Caroline displayed a moment's hesitation as she opened her door, but Mandy gave her a reassuring look before they lost sight of one another. The room Mandy now found herself in was done up like an old-fashioned study, with plush armchairs, an antique desk, bookshelves lining the walls, and even a crackling fireplace. There were a bunch of papers on the desk, most of them blank, but one had some gibberish written on it in large letters. CORROGS Y HAXXUAMNY The wall was hung with paintings and a clock on the wall was stuck at six. Mandy knew a Caesar Cipher when she saw one. It was time to get to work. Feeling a bit hot, Mandy removed her cardigan and tied it by the arms around her waist. She then fished around in the cardigan pocket for her notebook and pen, and started shifting letters back by six, producing the following: WILLIAM S BURROUGHS Mandy scanned the titles on the bookshelf for one by the author, and soon found Naked Lunch. She reached out to take the book. As soon as she pulled it, the fireplace went out, and the whole bookcase shifted sideways, revealing a gap in the wall. Impressed at the production value but slightly disappointed at the simplicity of this first room, Mandy proceeded through the gap. The next room had no furniture, save for a trampoline against the far wall that took up half the floor space. There was nothing on the floor or walls, save for a sign next to the trampoline, which said not to wear shoes when jumping. Mandy removed her chunky black heels and stepped onto the rubber surface in stockings. She bobbed up and down tentatively a few times, slowly increasing the tempo, and then she was jumping, sailing up in the air, coming down again, hitting the trampoline, going higher every time, feeling the wind in her air. From the summit of her jump, she saw that the wall to trampoline's left did not come all the way to the ceiling. This had not been obvious from the floor, due to the room's poor lighting. If she timed her jump correctly, she could sail over the low wall and into the next room, which appeared to contain a large pile of pillows. Mandy bent her knees deep and sprung off the trampoline, sailing over the wall in a graceful arc and landing headfirst in a pile of pillows. It was more of an athletic challenge than she'd been expecting from an escape room, but it had proven easy enough. She rolled across the sea of pillows and onto the floor beyond, taking a moment to adjust her skirt as she stood up. It was just as well that they'd been separated for this part of the escape room, or the boys might have seen her panties. This side of the wall had better lighting. Beyond the big pile of pillows, there was a wall that was sectioned into square blocks with different letters on them. There were twenty six in all, containing the whole alphabet in a random order. Pushing on a block caused it to recede into the wall. Pushing on a second block would reset the first. Clearly some kind of password was needed. Mandy looked around for other clues that might help her figure out what it was. She hoped it wasn't something from the previous room, as that inaccessible with no trampoline on this side. The feeling of smooth wooden flooring reminded her that she'd left her shoes there. There was nothing in the room that could help her, not even under any of the pillows. She faced the wall again. Shrugging, she pressed down O-P-E-N. All four blocks remained depressed, but nothing else happened. So she was on the right track, but needed more. On a hunch, she pressed down the S block. Immediately, the E block released, but the others stayed in position. Now she was sure of the answer. E-S-A-M-E. Open sesame. And indeed, as she pressed down the E block for the last time, the room began to rumble, and the wall rose up before her eyes, coming to about waist height before stopping. This escape room's theatrics were honestly wasted on such easy puzzles. She ducked under the raised wall and into the next room. As with all of the previous rooms, this one appeared to only contain one thing. Mandy couldn't quite decide if this was lavish or wasteful. This room was, at least, somewhat smaller than the others. One wall was dominated by a large plaid pattern which, on closer inspection, appeared to be made up of a number of cut up sheets of fabric. The plaid formed an unbroken mass, except for a rectangular hole in the middle. A message was written on the exposed section of wall, which read, "With what you have, complete the pattern." "With what I have..." Mandy said aloud. "What do I have? There's nothing in here." A thorough search of the room revealed this to be almost true. There was the wall of plaid, and on the adjacent wall, there were three hooks, with a pair of scissors, a hammer and a bag of nails. In the remaining wall, there was a nondescript locked door. The wall she had passed under was still raised, so she returned under it and took another look in the previous room. Nothing except pillows, and none of the pillows had the same pattern as the wall. But there was something terribly familiar about it. Mandy looked down at her stocking'd feet and then it came to her. This plaid was the same pattern as her skirt! She rushed back through to the plaid room and held her skirt up to the wall. It was a definite match! What's more, the hole was below her waist. What a strange puzzle this was. Shrugging, she walked over to the hole and pressed her butt up against it, completing the pattern with her body. Above the exit door, a green light went on, and she heard the click of a lock disengaging. But as soon as she stepped away from the wall, the light went out the lock re-engaged. "Huh," said Mandy, scratching her head. She backed up to the wall again, and again the light went on the lock disengaged. Then she sprinted for the door. Mandy slammed into unyielding wood. She rattled the door on its hinges, but it remained firmly locked. If only the door were a little closer, she could probably reach it in time. But it was just slightly too far away. Mandy returned to the wall and watched the light turn on again. Then a strange thought came to her. She considered it for a moment, and then became very indignant. "Ahem," she said, enunciating for the microphones she assumed were in the ceiling. "I don't know what you think this is, but I am not going to take my skirt off for an escape room puzzle!" If anyone heard her, they didn't respond. "If this is your idea of a joke, it's not funny!" she shouted. "I'm out, I quit. This isn't a puzzle, it's demeaning. Whoever designed this place is a sick pervert!" Still there was silence. Mandy harrumphed and folded her arms across her chest. "A gross, disgusting, vile pervert!" Silence. Mandy stood and waited for five minutes. Then ten. Then she lowered herself onto the floor and sat for another fifteen minutes. Nothing happened. This escape room didn't have a time limit, she recalled. It was an ultra mega deluxe room. No time limit, no hints. Only for the hardest of hardcore escape room aficionados, like herself. If she didn't solve it, there was no telling how long they'd let her sit here. And the rest of her team probably wasn't sitting around wasting time like she was. At this rate, they'd never beat the record, and it would be all her fault. "Please, Mr Gross Pervert, please tell me there's another way!" she cried. "I'll solve a harder puzzle, give me anything, anything but this!" Again, there was no response. The silence taunted her. "Fine!" she said. She would play it their way, if she had to. "But when I get out of here, you're going to hear from my lawyer! Emotional distress, sexual harassment, the works!" Mandy's hands shook as pulled down her skirt. Her cardigan was still tied around her waist, so it could act as a sort of makeshift skirt, but it didn't cover her all that well, especially not from the front. But her button-up blouse was fairly long and kept her panties hidden, just about. She was definitely glad the boys couldn't see her doing this. This was the first time an escape room had compelled her to take off clothing. Come to think of it, she was still walking around in her stockings, having left her shoes in front of the trampoline. Mandy held her skirt over the gap in the plaid wall and heard the click of a lock disengaging. But she knew it would disengage as soon as she stepped away. She would need to hold it in place, using the hammer and nails provided. It wasn't be enough just to hold her skirt up to the wall. She would need to make it part of the wall. And leave it there. Grumbling loudly, Mandy picked up a handful of nails and the hammer. One by one, she nailed the corners of her skirt into the wall. When she was done, she released the skirt from her hand. There was no second click. The door was unlocked, and Mandy was free to proceed, minus one skirt. Mandy pushed through into the next room. The door instantly locked behind her. This place was definitely designed by a pervert. But she was an escape room veteran. Many are the times when she'd found clever alternative solutions to the puzzles presented to her. Though she may have been outwitted so far, there was still much to come. She resolved to beat the next puzzle that required her to remove some item of clothing with her own solution. If she could finish this escape room with only her shoes and skirt missing, that would be a win. Never mind that she usually finished escape rooms with all her clothes still on... The puzzles in the next room followed a more conventional escape room format. There was book cipher and a puzzle involving the directions on a compass, along with some boxes with combination locks which opened to reveal keys to boxes which opened to reveal combinations. Mandy worked through these diligently, though it took her longer than it would have had she been working with the other Escape Artists. It made her feel kind of lonely. Eventually, she found the final key and unlocked the next door. This appeared to be a kind of break room, with a small table in the middle that was flanked by water coolers on each side. The table was set with a white tablecloth and plates piled up with pretzels, peanuts and similar snacks. Feeling a bit peckish, Mandy helped herself to a few handfuls. All the snacks were quite salty, so Mandy soon found herself turning to one of the water coolers for refreshment. She had a cup under the spigot and was just about to press the spout when she noticed something odd about the water. It looked... dirty. The water in the coolers was more brown than clear, and it had weeds and other detritus floating in it. Mandy wrinkled her nose at the thought of drinking it. But she was still thirsty. She looked down at her feet and remembered something she'd once read in a magazine article. Among many other strange and wonderful things, pantyhose could be used to filter water. So much for not removing any more clothes. "Even the break room? Really?" Mandy yelled at the ceiling. "What is wrong with you?!" But the room's mysterious creator, if they were even listening, remained silent, while Mandy remained thirsty. Cursing, she wriggled her pantyhose down her legs and pulled it up. After wiping it off against her blouse, she stretched it over her cup and hit the water button. Gross brown water flowed from the water cooler's spigot and through Mandy's pantyhose into her cup. Once the cup was full, she pulled the pantyhose away and was delighted to see clean, clear water. Her thirst was well slaked, but her pantyhose were soaked and muddy. She didn't really want to put them back on, or carry them around. And it was only a matter of time before they got totally destroyed with her walking around in them sans shoes. It's not as if they were covering anything vital anyway. And maybe they could still serve another useful purpose. Mandy gathered up the soaked pantyhose and walked towards the next door. She pushed it open and stepped through, but before she released the door, she balled up the pantyhose and shoved it in the lock. As the door shut softly behind her, she realized she was now missing almost half of her clothing. She had her underwear, her blouse and the cardigan tied around her waist. From the thighs down, she was bare. The escape room had triumphed again. But no more! She vowed not to lose any more clothing, and she was serious this time. Mandy stood naked from the thighs down in a room containing a fire alarm, a lighter and a small stool. The fire alarm was placed just out of reach, so that flicking the lighter on and waving it beneath the alarm wasn't enough to trigger it. When Mandy stepped on the stool, two of its legs instantly snapped, and she had to react quickly to avoid falling on her face. Mandy picked up a stool leg and saw the remains of glue on the part where it had connected to the seat. It had been broken before, and in fact was probably supposed to break. It was long and thin. If she held it up, it would probably reach the fire alarm. She glanced around the room for anything flammable. Of course, there was nothing of the sort. The intended solution here was obvious. "If you think I'm going to burn my clothes, you've got another thing coming, buddy," she said to the ceiling. Mandy then returned to the door she'd come though, pulled it open, and marched into the break room. She grabbed the ends of the white table cloth and yanked, sending metal plates and salty snacks flying. Then she returned to the fire alarm room, wrapped the tablecloth around the end of the stool leg, and lit it on fire. The cloth burned easily, and she waved it in front of the fire alarm. There was a brief, ear-splitting whine, and then the door on the other side of the room swung open. Mandy walked towards it, brandishing her torch. It led into a deep, dark tunnel, so she would need to keep the light with her. She also popped the lighter into her blouse pocket, just in case her torch went out. As always, the door shut and locked behind her. She cursed herself for forgetting to jam something into the lock again. The tunnel was cramped, but with high walls and ceilings, and made a lot of twists and turns. At the first fork in the path, Mandy realized she was dealing with a maze. After hanging her torch on a hook in the wall, she produced a notebook and pen from her cardigan pocket and began to draw. Mandy traced out the maze on her paper as she went. It was large and full of dead-ends. And, as she noted with concern, her light was starting to get low. What was worse, the lighter seemed to be dead. Mandy clicked a few times in increasing frustration before tossing it against a wall. She glanced at her torch and the scant remains of the tablecloth. She would soon need to burn something else. There weren't many pages left in Mandy's notebook, and she didn't yet know how many she'd need for the maze. The door at the start of the maze was locked tight, and it would be a while yet before she found the end. The idea of being plunged into darkness in this twisting, claustrophobic maze was horrific, unimaginable. Mandy had always been terrified of the dark. She needed light, and there was only one way to get it. Hands shaking, Mandy undid the knot in the sleeves of her cardigan and pulled it from her waist. The room had better reimburse her for all these lost and destroyed clothes, she thought wryly, wondering if the other members of her group were experiencing similar travails. Wincing, she held the cardigan to the flame and then wrapped it around the stool leg. The torch roared to life, and Mandy continued mapping the maze. She was now down to three items of clothing. Hopefully she wouldn't have to burn any more of them. Mandy went down to the last page of her notebook mapping out the maze. The light from the torch was low again when she finally saw another light—the light signalling the end of the maze. Overjoyed, she rushed towards it, crossing the threshold just as her torch died. "Yes, yes yes! Haha yes! I made it! And I only burned... my cardigan... I really liked that cardigan. You'll be hearing from my lawyers!" Mandy blinked in the bright light of the new room, which felt positively cavernous after all her time in the maze. There was a large, comfortable-looking armchair against one of the walls, which Mandy sank into gratefully, having not had enough room to sit while in the maze. From this comfortable vantage point, she looked out at the room beyond her. After filtering water and setting off fire alarms, this again looked like a more conventional escape room area. There were some weird symbols on one of the walls, a map full of drawing pins on another, a few tables with scattered papers, and a whole lot of locked boxes. Mandy sighed in relief at this reprieve from clothing damage puzzles, and, after luxuriating in the chair for another minute or two, got up to start solving. RIIIIIP. Mandy's heart skipped a beat at the sound, suddenly feeling the air somewhere new. Scared of what she would see, she slowly turned her head back. Then she screamed. Caught on a pin jutting out of the chair's upholstery was a substantial portion of the fabric that once made up Mandy's panties. The whole left side, including a substantial area of the seat, had torn clean off. Mandy pulled at the loose ends, but the garment's structural integrity was now thoroughly compromised. Without her hand in place, it slipped limply down her thigh. "What. The. Fuck. That wasn't even a puzzle! It's not fair!" Mandy glanced down at the remains of her cute pink panties. They were beyond salvation. She assessed the situation. Her blouse was just about long enough to cover her pussy and most of her ass, as long as she moved relatively carefully. But now, for the first time, she was really exposed. What would the others think once she finally rejoined them? It was one thing to walk around without a skirt, but having no panties on either was a whole new level. Maybe, if she was really careful, they might not notice. She could only hope. Mandy picked one part of her panties up from the floor and the other part up from the chair, scrunched them up, and put them in her blouse pocket. There was no point in worrying about them for the moment, while she was still alone. The need for worry would come later. For the next half-hour, she diligently worked across the escape room puzzles, trying not to think about the breeze between her legs, or the way her blouse would rise up on her ass when she crouched down to open a lock box. There was no-one there to see her like this, or so she hoped. Finally, Mandy found the final number for the combination lock attached to the next door, unlocked it and proceeded through. A fashion mannequin stood in the middle of the next room. It had on a plaid skirt, stockings, chunky black heels, a cardigan tied around its waist, and a fishing rod in one hand. Mandy squealed with delight and ran towards it. "Guess you guys don't want legal action after all!" she yelled at the ceiling. But when she tried to take the clothing off the mannequin, it wouldn't budge. The arms of the cardigan refused to come untied, and the skirt and shoes remained stubbornly in place no matter how much she pulled. Mandy crouched down and looked under the mannequin's skirt, confirming the presence of pink panties, which appeared to be glued on. "What kind of sick joke is this?!" she cried, feeling the beginnings of tears in her eyes. As she stood back up, she noticed a message scrawled across the mannequin's torso. It read, "COMPLETE ME." It was a female mannequin, with two plastic bumps on its chest. The meaning was clear. It was then that Mandy realized the escape room had won. Despite her minor, temporary victory in the fire alarm room, she had lost garment after garment, and was now required to shed the garments that remained to solve this hopefully final puzzle. In vain she searched the room for some alternate solution, or an additional puzzle to distract her and delay the inevitable, but there was only the mannequin, and there was only one way to proceed. She fingered the top button of her blouse. No, no, no, this couldn't be what she was about to do. She couldn't let this escape room strip her of everything. She paced around the room again, looking high and low for something, anything that she had missed. It was then that she realized that there was a window in set into the top of the door to the next room. On the other side, she saw room filled with racks of clothing. Dresses, skirts, blouses, pants, shirts, jackets, and everything else one could want. Well, that was some relief. And if she just solved this puzzle, she could get into that room. Considering things logically, it seemed worth it. To trade her blouse and bra for a full outfit, at the cost of a few seconds of nudity. That felt... acceptable. Still, Mandy's hands shook as she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, one by one, until it hung open, exposing her bra and bare pussy to the world. She then undid her bra and walked over to the mannequin still holding it up to her chest. After a deep breath, she switched the undergarment from her chest to the mannequin's in one quick movement. As she snapped the bra strap closed, a single green light above the exit door lit up. A second light next to remained dark. Just to be sure, Mandy walked across the room, open blouse billowing behind her, and tried the door. Locked. One more item of clothing was required. In her open blouse, she was already functionally naked. Now it was time to get fully naked. Mandy returned to the center of the room. She let the blouse slide off her shoulders and down her arms, and then placed it on the mannequin. She buttoned it up to the top and smoothed it out, then took a moment to look at it. This giant plastic doll was now dressed exactly as she had been upon entering the escape room. And she was not dressed at all. She took the scraps of pink fabric that had been her panties out of the blouse pocket and turned them over on her palms. She could try to put them on somehow, but this seemed pointless with the clothing room just up ahead. So she sighed and dropped them on the floor. She'd done a lot of things in escape rooms over the years, but this was the first time she had been naked in one. The second green light had come on, and the lock on the exit door had disengaged. Mandy skipped hurriedly to the door, taking a few fervent glances back at the mannequin wearing her clothes. By now she knew better than to try to remove any of them before leaving. Mandy opened the door slowly, cautiously peering around it. She hadn't seen a single person since entering her chosen door from the first room. But now that she was totally naked, a natural caution overcame her. She knew that she'd rejoin the others at some point, and she couldn't just barge in on them in the all together. Imagine if they were in this clothing room! She shuddered, but consoled herself with the thought that, should that be the case, she would be able to make a dive for one of the racks. "Hello?" she asked cautiously. There was no response. After five seconds, she decided it would be safe to proceed. The clothing on the racks looked warm and inviting. Already she could see a skirt similar to the one she'd previously been wearing, and a blouse that looked a little better than the one she'd left on the mannequin. If the room would let her keep what she chose, maybe there wouldn't be a need for a lawsuit after all. Well, she might still sue for emotional distress. Mandy stepped through the doorway, eyes focused on her prospective outfit. But as her feet crossed the threshold, they gave way from under her. The floor! The floor was falling! And so was Mandy! Mandy screamed as she fell. The clothing room disappeared from view and was replaced by pure darkness. Her butt hit smooth, slanted plastic, and she began to slide down a long, winding tube, screaming the whole way. "My clothes!" After what seemed like an eternity of skin sliding down plastic, the ride came to an end. The tube stopped abruptly in the middle of a dusty room and Mandy shot off the end of it, landing face-first on a slightly uneven surface of soft rubber. She lay still for a while, wondering if she'd broken anything. But her body felt fine, if a little cold. "Uurgh," she groaned, finding the strength to roll over onto her back. She blinked her eyes rapidly, only to suddenly have them filled with a blinding light. "Mandy!" shouted a familiar voice. "Holy shit!" She put up a hand to shielded her eye from the light, which quickly receded. Then her brain connected the dots of what was currently happening to her. The voice she'd heard belonged to Stephen, leader of the Escape Artists. He had been shining a torch in her face. And now he was shining it on her body. Her naked body. "Eek!" she squealed. But before she could move her arms to cover herself, she felt hands clasp each of hers and hold her arms out to the side. "Mandy, whatever you do, don't move," said Caroline. "Thomas, hold firm to that arm." Mandy whimpered. What the hell was going on now? The light shone on her body again, moving around slowly and methodically, a little too slowly, really. "Yep," said Stephen. "It's all over her." Thomas gasped, "Oh shit, Mandy, I didn't realize you were... um, totally, uh..." "What happened to your clothes?" Caroline asked. "Wait, you can tell me later. What's important for now is that you don't touch yourself." The boys snickered. "Ew guys, get your heads out of the gutter. Mandy, look down." Mandy did as she was commanded. She saw her an expanse of pale flesh. Breasts, stomach, pussy, legs, all exposed to the eyes of her friends. And across her bare torso, an intricate series of markings in glistening purple ink. "Is that... a map?" she asked. Caroline nodded, fixing Mandy's gaze. "It's the map we need to solve the final puzzle. And the ink is still drying. Hence, don't move." "But Caroline, I'm—" "Naked, yes, I can see that. But we only have one copy of this map, and we're mere minutes away from solving this room in under four hours. Just keep still, and we'll beat the record. By an hour!" Mandy glanced at the timer on her watch, the one covering she had managed to retain. With everything else that had happened, she'd totally forgotten to check the time. The timer read 03:47. Caroline was right. Thomas shone another light on Mandy's back. "There's some back here too, guys. This is a pretty big map." "And it's got a lot of intricate details," added Stephen. "We'll have to study it carefully." He was already paying intense attention to the markings across Mandy's breasts. Caroline rolled her eyes. "Try to focus on ink parts, guys. And Mandy, just hold still. If we want to beat the record, we've all got to work together." For the next few minutes, Mandy sat, and then, when it was pointed out that some of the map had printed on her ass, stood in silence. The rubber press that she'd landed on seemed to be single-use, crushed by her weight, so the map really was only on her body. A rolled up sheet of white paper lay unused in one corner of the room. The other three Escape Artists scurried around, fiddling with compasses and astrolabes and telegraph machines, unlocking boxes and reading clues, and taking every opportunity to study another corner of the map. The boys seemed to divide the bulk of the map analysis between them, with Stephen focusing on the top half and Thomas focusing on the bottom half. Given how often she'd caught Thomas looking down when walking behind Caroline, she figured this had more to do with each one's favourite part of the female anatomy than anything else. Mandy noticed Caroline throwing a few inscrutable glances their way as Thomas studied part of the map that had imprinted on her ass. Was she... jealous? She didn't even like him! Stephen's next map consultation took a while longer than usual. Mandy found it best to turn her head to the side and avoid eye-contact, pretend this wasn't happening. "Uh, Mandy, could you..." Stephen asked, determinedly looking her in the eyes. "There's a bit I can't see just beneath your boobs." Mandy looked down. Stephen's hand was hovering dangerously close to her chest. She cringed and put her hands to her breasts, lifting them so that Stephen could inspect the undersides, which he did for a solid minute. "Ah, that's it!" he said at last. "Thanks Mandy, you're a real team player!" The solution to the final puzzled seemed to have something to do with the distance between different capital cities on the map's imaginary fantasy landscape. "We'll need to check the scale, just to be sure," Thomas said, pointing towards the scale marker printed on Mandy's left hipbone. He and Stephen locked eyes in a silent challenge. Mandy gulped. "I'll do it!" cried Caroline, to mixed disappointment and relief. Then, acting with clinical quickness and precision, she measured the size of the scale between two figures and quickly jabbed those across Mandy's belly, breasts and back, rattling off numbers. "That tickles!" Stephen and Thomas grumbled to themselves, but then set about putting Caroline's numbers into the final lock. They were correct. The padlock clicked open, the final box was opened and the final key produced. Stephen held it aloft, like King Arthur wielding Excalibur, and clicked it in the lock of the final door. There was a brief buzzing sound as the door swung open, and then a mechanical voice spoke from the ceiling. "Congratulations, your time was... three hours, fifty-eight minutes, twelve seconds." The Escape Artists looked at each other. They had succeeded in beating the previous record by more than an hour. "Yes!" shouted Thomas. "We did it! And by a whole lot!" The team ran around high-fiving and hugging each other, elated by their victory. "Yes yes yes! We did it! We really did it!" Mandy was just as happy as the rest of the team, and, as she normally did after they beat a record, started dancing around madly. Then she felt the eyes of her teammates on her body, remembered her state of undress, and immediately turned bright red. "Uh, guys, could—" Mandy's words were interrupted by the entrance of a stranger, who now stood before the team, slow clapping. It was a woman in her forties, dressed in blue overalls. "Congratu—oh wow, okay, what happened to you?" Mandy blushed deeper and wrapped her arms around herself. "Uh, well, uh," the woman continued, her composure shattered. "Right, well. Uhm. Your team, the Escape Artists, has set a new record for the completion of my Mega Ultra Escape Room, beating the previous record by over an hour. This is highly unusual, but I'll grant that it may be possible. Please, tell me how you did it. Starting with you." Her gaze settled on Mandy. "Could I get something to wear first?" The woman put a finger to her chin, a funny look in her eyes. "No, I think you can stay like that a while. At least until I figure out whether or not you're a cheater." Mandy's previous stridency withered at the woman's penetrating gaze. Her friends made no move to contradict the lady or insist that she get some clothing before saying anything. The boys obviously wanted to keep her this way as long as possible, those dicks, and who knew what Caroline was thinking. Mandy was starting to realize she didn't really have anything in common with these people apart from their shared love for escape rooms. And hers had taken a heavy knock today. The woman in blue overalls appeared very serious and proper, completely unlike the fat, perverted old man Mandy had been imagining. She thought back to the curses she'd leveled at the room's designer and suddenly felt very small. Then, with a quaver in her voice, she recounted how she'd solved her portion of the escape room. She recounted every puzzle, every point at which she'd lost some piece of clothing. Reliving the whole thing in her mind while standing naked in front of everyone was humiliating, and she was relieved that the woman didn't interrupt her with questions. "... and then I got the map all over my skin and the others told me not to move because the ink was still wet." "Extraordinary," said the woman. "Those are some very... unorthodox... solutions. Really, I ought to disqualify your team for your use of personal items, but... no, I don't think that would be in the spirit of the room. You certainly displayed ingenuity and no small amount of bravery!" Mandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What? Unorthodox solutions? What are you saying? But... but my challenges were designed so that losing my clothing was the only solution!" The woman cocked an eyebrow and looked at the rest of Mandy's team members. "You three would have encountered some of the same puzzles, but you're all fully dressed, so far as I can tell. Perhaps you could explain this to your friend." "The plaid wall... I solve that by pulling up some of the cloth that was already on the wall and rearranging it more efficiently," said Stephen. "There was a lot of overlapping and crumpled up fabric. But it take a while to find all the right pieces." "I solved the maze by keeping my right hand on the wall," added Thomas. "It was weird walking around in the dark though." All eyes focused on Caroline. "I actually did take my sweater off for the mannequin challenge. But that was just to unlock the window into the clothing rack room. From there I used the mannequin's fishing rod to grab a couple of things and put those on the mannequin. Though it was a bit fiddly and took quite a while to get right." "And I don't know why you didn't just hold onto your shoes instead of leaving them lying next to the trampoline," said the woman. "But I do apologize about the water coolers and the armchair. I'll get those fixed for the next group." Mandy let her arms and head slump forward, feeling completely deflated. It all seemed so simple, so easy, so logical, now that she heard other people go through it. "It's... pretty strange that you would think you had to use your own clothes to solve escape room puzzles," said Stephen. "Almost as if... you wanted to..." "I did not!" Mandy screamed, somehow blushing even redder. "This is really embarrassing for me!" "Hey, cheer up, you broke the record by an hour!" said the overalled woman, putting a consoling hand out to touch Mandy's shoulder. "It was a stroke of good luck that you chose the door you did—that route is normally the longest by far. And as a show of good faith, I'll pay you back for the destroyed clothing. Now, let's get a team photo!" The Escape Artists were quickly herded back into the front room where they stood in a row in front of the overalled woman, who produced a camera. "What? No way!" Mandy protested. "I'm still naked!" "And that's how you beat the record!" replied the woman. "Own it, lady." Mandy grumbled and wrapped her arms tighter around her body, looking around at her teammates for support. The boys shrugged, and Caroline said, "Well, she does have a point there." "Caroline!" "What? Don't you want at least one photo? It'll be a fun memory!" The boys concurred. "It's okay, I won't post this one on social media," said the woman in the overalls. "Or anywhere else. You're covered in challenge spoilers, after all." "Fine," said Mandy. "One photo. And it's staying on my phone. Maybe Caroline's as well." The woman snapped a couple of shots before Mandy finally had a moment to convince Stephen to lend her his leather jacket. The woman took a few more photos, and the team did some different poses, Mandy being careful not to flash anything. "These look good," said the woman, showing them the photos. Three Escape Artists stood beaming, and the fourth stood smiling nervously, desperately covering her body with her arms, skin still blotched with purple ink. In the final few, Mandy looked a bit more at ease in Stephen's jacket, but was still showing a lot of leg. "Honestly, though, I liked your initial outfit better," the woman told Mandy, as she was taking her number to send the photos through. "But then, I did design it." She winked. "Actually, you've given me some intriguing ideas for new puzzles. How'd you like to test my next room?" Mandy gulped. Before she could reply, Stephen butted in and said, "She'll give it her all." The End

Noosa by Fenmo Noosa - 1 Noosa is a sleepy town on the beach on the east coast of Queensland, Australia. It is one of those tourist stops that exists is a stepping stone between the great barrier reef in the north and the beaches and nightlife in the south. People usually make Noosa a halfway point in their trip, to relax on the beach, detox, and get ready for the next leg of the journey. But thanks to two cyclones, floods, then the Great Financial Crisis followed by the Eurozone crash, tourism is down and businesses are struggling. This leaves the four pubs in Noosa battling for numbers. Every night of the week they run happy hours, giveaways, competitions and prizes in an effort to attract thrifty drinkers out for the night. The student crowd of Noosa takes full advantage of this, and a whole generation of young men and women are partying cheap and easy as a result.  Billy’s Backpacker & Bar has the monopoly on Monday nights. His “Bar Wars” drinking competitions draws the younger crowd in early, and the midnight wet t-shirt competition keeps them partying until late. The $200 prize money often attracts cash-strapped backpackers who don’t mind flashing some skin to boost their funds. It is not uncommon for European and South American girls to get topless –the winner is determined by the amount of cheering, and ‘skin to win’ is not an uncommon chant to hear coming out of Billy’s Bar at midnight. Of course, sometimes (lately more often than not) there just aren’t enough backpackers, or those that enter keep their bras firmly in place. A few local glamour girls capitalise on this every week – competitors get free drinks all night, and if no one gets topless, then the girls can clean up a cool two hundred bucks just for dancing in their bikini top and looking pretty. Not bad for a Monday night out.  I tell you all this because it is necessary to explaining how Sandy ended up naked, on stage, in front of the whole student population of Noosa… Noosa - 2 It started as a bet between Sandy and Anne-Marie. The two students were fiercely competitive in their sports, and routinely took home local trophies for swimming, athletics and volleyball. In team sports they tended to play together, but in singular events they became intense rivals. It was the summer triathlon that gave rise to their bet – both believing themselves to be the sure winner, they agreed that the loser would enter and WIN the Monday night wet t-shirt contest at Billy’s Bar. Of course, there is only one SURE way to win Billy’s wet t-shirt comp – and that is to dance topless on stage for a cheering crowd of hundreds of partygoers. Yes, it would be safe to say that this is one bet you wouldn’t want to lose.  Summer happens over Christmas in Australia, so the girls had some months to train for the triathlon after graduation. Both young women put in long and hard hours that toned their bodies to peak physical perfection. By the time they stepped up to the starting line on race day, both Sandy and Anne-Marie were turning heads with their good looks and magnificent bodies.  “Do you know I’ve never trained so hard for a comp as this summer?”  “I know,” said Sandy, “I usually train hard but this bet has had me killing it! I’ve never been in better shape! All thanks to a little motivation…” “Uhhh yeah just a little! I can’t believe we’re even still doing this bet.” “Why, you scared?”  “No! I just feel sorry for you on Monday. You know the Facebook event has over 300 attending?” “Hope you’ve been practicing your dance moves then, girl!” “I’ve been practicing my swimming, dummy, I’ll leave the stripper moves to you.” “Stripper nothing!” Said Sandy, “You know hardly anyone ever gets topless at Billy’s. This bet is practically win-win, you either take home a trophy or $200 consolation prize.” “Only if you win, babe, that’s the bet. You HAVE to win.” “Too easy,” Sandy waved away the fateful ultimatum. “How I about I win THIS race, then we’ll leave winning the wet t-shirt comp up to you.”  And with those fateful words, the two girls took their positions at the start line. I won’t bore you with the details. Both Sandy and Anne-Marie were in the top ten the whole race, Sandy always in the lead. Anne-Marie was pacing herself for the final sprint, where she left Sandy in the dust and won by a 1.6 second lead. Sandy took home the silver. She was more upset at coming second than at losing the bet. When the girls made plans to go to Billy’s on Monday night, Sandy was thinking about free drinks and prize money and how all the guys would look at her on-stage. A wet t-shirt over a bikini – so what? It would be fun, and loose, and just the medicine she needed to get over the disappointment of today. Unbeknown to both girls, Billy himself was one of the attendees on the incriminating Facebook group. He approved of anything that brought in business, and an event with 300 attending was Big Business. As soon as he heard about it, he took steps to make sure that it was going to be a show. He called other backpacker bars both North and South, and arranged for free accommodation at Billy’s for their wet t-shirt prize winners. He was stacking the deck, as it were, filling his backpacker bunks with girls who love attention and are easygoing with nudity. Voyeurism is one thing, yes, but a local girl getting her tits out for the crowd on a bet? That’s how your bar becomes legendary.  Noosa - 3 On the night itself both Anne-Marie and Sandy got very drunk. School was over, the race was run, it was a hot summer and time to party. Both girls had been to the beach that day, and at Anne-Marie’s suggestion they just wore their clothes over their bikinis. Sandy wore a skin-tight pink top tucked into a white ruffled skirt. She straightened her blonde hair but wore it loose about her shoulders. She wore her silver dolphin necklace, the one with a sapphire on its tail, and her Lucky Me bracelet. Her sandals were simple yet stylish slip-ons. They sat at the centre table in the main bar area, where people had to squeeze left and right to let them in. The place was crowded, loud with laughter, full of music and half-heard gossip. Sandy’s “CONTESTANT” wristband caused free jugs and shots to keep appearing at the table, which made both girls celebrities. They chatted with old friends and new, all the time getting more and more drunk, all the time getting closer to the magic time. At 11:30 the DJ announced that it was time for contestants to make their way to the bar, but both girls missed the call. At 11:45 a promo girl came to pick up the last stragglers. Sandy and Anne-Marie both went to a booth beside the main stage, where other girls were already slipping into the white t-shirts.  “Are you contesting?” The promo girl asked Anne-Marie. “Not me! Sandy is though.”  “Okay, Sandy? Do you know how this works? Basically you will get called up to dance one at a time, then the finalists will dance together at the end. Here is your t-shirt, here is your towel for after. This is a wet t-shirt competition and your clothes WILL get drenched if you keep them on, I would suggest getting down to your underwear but you don’t have to. You can leave all your clothes here with me and we will put them in a locker until you collect them. Do you want a tip?” “Um, yes?” The girl spoke so fast, Sandy could barely keep up!  “A lot of girls take their bra off during their dance, swing it around their head, and throw it into the crowd. That’s fine if you want to do it, but you will probably lose your bra. Do you know what I would do?” (Billy trained his promo girls to say this to every contestant, word for word) “What would you do?” Asked Anne-Marie, enjoying where this was going. “I would leave my bra with the rest of my clothes and just wear my bottoms under the shirt. It’s up to you though, I’ll be back to collect your clothes in a minute. Oh, and this.” The girl pulled a few pieces of paper off her clipboard. “Just write your name and age and sign on the second page. It basically says that you are over eighteen and understood everything I just told you.” The promo girl walked off to the next group of contestants, and they could hear the spiel starting again. “Alright Sandy,” egged Anne-Marie, “it’s time to strip! Are you ready for this?” “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Sandy was in fact high on adrenaline, it was all becoming real for her here and now. The act of slipping off her shoes and feeling the gritty concrete floor made her heart hammer and touched her with an electric shiver. To get up on that stage and dance, in front of all those people? To stand before the jury of peers and be judged in the most animal and tribal way, declared worthy or unworthy with cheers or with jeers? Sandy slipped out of her skirt and was both frightened and exhilarated at the thought. Am I beautiful? Am I sexy? If the voice of the people cries out ‘YES’ then the question becomes the answer, YES I am beautiful and YES I am sexy and YES it feels so good to feel those old insecurities crumble into dust. Sandy suddenly realised she very much wanted to win this competition. She’d been winning her whole life, and she didn’t want to stop now when the prize was an invisible crown spun from gossamer self-esteem.  Sandy peeled off her pink top, and quickly slipped the thin white t-shirt over her head. She undid the strings of her bikini top and pulled it out her sleeve to pass to Anne-Marie. She was now barefoot, wearing nothing but bikini bottoms and a thin white t-shirt, in the middle of Billy’s Bar on a packed Monday night. One hand hugged protectively over her chest, the other penned her name and signature onto a page that said ‘RELEASE FORM’ that she didn’t bother reading. Anne-Marie gave her a hug. “You go girl! I know you can win this.” She dimpled, “Actually, you HAVE to win this, thanks to our stupid bet. Are you sure don’t want to back out?” “Thanks Annie, but we made a bet and I’ll honour it.” “Even if you have to get topless to win?” “…Yes, even if I have to get topless. God, I hope I don’t! But how bad can it be, right?”  “It will make a nice video for your 21st birthday, anyway,” Anne-Marie held up her camera. “You wouldn’t dare!” Replied Sandy, but Anne-Marie only grinned wickedly. Sandy left Anne-Marie and followed the other contestants up to the stage. The six girls lined up at the back while the MC took centre stage. Noosa - 4 “Alright everybody it’s time for Billy’s famous wet t-shirt competition tonight are you excited! We have six lovely ladies from England, from Holland, from Norway and the USA, and even from our own sunshine country Australia! Can you put your hands together everybody for these lovely ladies who are going to do a sexy dance and who if you vote for them will take home a Two... Hundred... Dollar... Priiiize!” The crowd cheered.  “Alright it’s time for our first contestant, her name is Isabelle, she is twenty years of age and comes to us tonight from England, let’s see what she’s got!” Isabelle walked out on the stage, had her shirt wet down by the promo girls, and began dancing to the R&B music. Twenty seconds in she ripped her top from neck down to belly button, and flashed first one nipple then the other before covering them up for the rest of the dance. The crowd loved her.  Melanie from Holland kept her bra on and received only moderate cheers. Susanna from Norway made a sexy strip out of her dance, and managed to take off her shirt completely while always keeping her breasts hidden under her hands. Leonie and Este from the USA seemed to realise that the ante had been upped, and both flashed the crowd during their dances but kept their shirts on. Then it was Sandy’s turn.  “Ladies and Gentlemen our last contestant tonight is also our youngest, her name is Sandy and she is eighteen years of age. Where are you from, Sandy?” “Here… I mean, Australia.” “I understand you’re here for a special reason tonight, Sandy, do you want to tell us about it?” “ Um, I lost a bet.” Sandy was mortified! Her face was hot and red with embarrassment.  “She did indeed lose a bet, ladies and gentlemen! And now she was vowed to WIN this contest tonight! What are you going to do tonight, Sandy?” “I’m… I’m going to win?” Sandy felt the words close about her like iron chains.  “Then let’s see you do it!” Anne-Marie watched from the front row as her best friend put herself on show. Sandy danced on stage in nothing but a pair of string bikini bottoms and a wet t-shirt so thin and see-through that it practically wasn’t there. When the crowd started chanting her name – “SAN DEE! SAN DEE!” – Sandy came to the lip of the stage and grabbed her wet t-shirt at the collar. Then she ripped it from neck to navel, superman style, until her breasts were bouncing free for the cheering crowd. She danced like this, hands in the air, until she suddenly noticed the flashing of cameras and covered them back up. She finished the dance somewhat self-consciously, one hand always over her breasts, and returned to the line-up with a slightly troubled expression on her face. The MC then came out with the mike. “Alright everybody it is time to select our finalists! Only four lovely ladies will make it into the finals, and you choose which contestants you want by cheering for them! So who wants Isabelle?” The MC called each girl in turn, and then declared the finalists to be Isabelle, Susanna the Norwegian, Este from the USA and finally Sandy. “Our finalists have one minute to convince you that they are the winner! This is your chance girls!” Susanna was still topless from her first dance, and Isabelle quickly followed. The two began grinding each other centre stage. Sandy tried to pin the two sides of her ripped shirt together with one hand, but the tiny size of the shirt, and how it shrunk when wet, meant it kept popping open and flashing her nipples. She knew that there were cameras in the crowd and that those pictures could make their way online. She also knew that right now the only way to win this contest was to get topless and show it off like Isabelle and Susanna. Could she do it? Could she show herself off to all these people? The crowd began chanting “SKIN TO WIN! SKIN TO WIN!” and Sandy looked down to see Anne-Marie right there in the front row, pointing at her and yelling it as drunkenly and loudly as the rest. “SKIN TO WIN!” She had made a bet, and she had to honour it, there was a contest to be won, and there was only one way to do it.  Sandy peeled off the tiny wet t-shirt and, after a moment’s hesitation, threw it into the crowd. She was now wearing nothing but bikini bottoms. Her wet hair was plastered about her head, and the silver dolphin necklace with the sapphire in its tail winked between the curve of her breasts. Sandy and Este began to dance together, and teasingly Sandy began to pull up Este’s shirt in front. They grinded together, Este the ‘little spoon’ to Sandy. When Este raised her arms, Sandy flashed the girl’s breasts at the crowd, causing them to cheer. Then Este hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her own lacy underwear, and began inching them down. The girl was fully shaven, and she was able to take the panties almost to the top of her slit without really showing anything except the shaven V. The crowd went mental. It was only a tease, Sandy knew, but in that moment she could not help the mischievousness that overcame her… With both hands she grabbed the two sides of Este’s underwear, and yanked them down to Este’s ankles. Este was momentarily naked – shirt up under her armpits, panties around her ankles, hands still in the air and the shocked doe-eyed look on her face. Cameras flashed and guys in the audience hooted. Then Este was covering up, one hand over her mound and the other awkwardly pulled her twisted panties up her legs. She turned to Sandy, a look of dark venom in her eyes… Then the MC was back on the mike, and the moment was past. “Alright girls can I please have you in a line at the front of the stage! This is the final vote, ladies and gentlemen, so I want to hear you cheer for the girl that YOU want to win! Alright, who thinks Isabelle should be tonight’s champion? What about the lovely Susanna? Can I hear it for the daring Este? And what about our very own Sandy?” The crowd cheered for every girl, but they cheered loudest for Este. “Daring” Este! Sandy had pantsed the girl cruelly and thoughtlessly, in the moment, and in the same moment had sabotaged her own chances of winning. The crowd loved Este, the girl who had truly gone “skin to win”, even though she had not willingly chosen to go that far.  Noosa - 5 “Ladies and gentlemen tonight’s winner of our TWO HUNDRED dollar prize is Este! Congratulations Este!” The MC took a sip of his beer. “Now normally that would be it for the show tonight, ladies and gentlemen, but we have some unfinished business! Will Sandy please come back up to the stage!” Sandy, who was still kicking herself at her own stupidity, went and stood by the MC. She was still topless, but stood with one hand covering each breast.  “Sandy, I believe you had a bet to win tonight. What was that bet?” “I, I had to win the wet t-shirt contest, but I guess I didn’t.”  “Ladies and gentlemen, do you feel that she’s paid up on her bet?” The crowd shook his head while he was speaking, and the audience booed and hooted.  “I would like to give you the chance to win another prize, Sandy, I would like to give you the chance to say you paid up on that bet. I have two ideas. One is that we give you another dance, if you truly go SKIN to WIN like DARING Este, then we will throw in a two hundred dollar prize for you too. What do you say?”  “I…” She shook her head, “I can’t,” she said. The audience booed again. Even now there were cameras still flashing, and there was no way that Sandy was getting completely naked. She still remembered that stupid Facebook group – any pictures taken tonight could make their way through the whole town. But she didn’t want to walk away, she felt the weight of the peer pressure and public opinion crushingly upon her shoulders. She didn’t want to be the girl that piked on a bet! “What is option two?”  “Option two,” the MC rolled the words around in his mouth. “Do you see the reindeer head above the stage? Option two is I give you five rings, for a game of ring toss. Every ring you get on those antlers, we give you one hundred dollars. But for every ring that misses… you get two spanks.” The crowd roared its approval. “And the spanks have to be like this. Do you see these two yellow circles on the ground?” Underneath the reindeer head were two yellow circles. Each was about a foot in diameter, they were spaced three feet apart and three feet from the wall. “You have to put one foot in each of these circles,” the MC did so, and it looked like he was halfway through a star jump. “Now you see these two circles on the wall? Your hands must touch these,” he demonstrated, “the whole time you are being spanked. Are you game, Sandy?” It looked ridiculous. The yellow circles on the wall were not even shoulder height. Anyone touching all four circles would have their legs spread wider than their shoulders, and the only way to reach the circles on the wall was to be fully bent at the waist. She couldn’t think of a more undignified position. Especially topless, as she was. “So to recap, we will give you one hundred dollars for every ring you land on the antlers, and we will give you two spanks for every ring that you miss. Are you a good shot, Sandy?” “Yes,” Sandy answered honestly.  “Do you want a chance to double your money?” Sandy couldn’t help but feel she was being rushed, that she was being spun around faster and faster so that she couldn’t make the right decisions. Free drinks all night, the undeniable peer pressure of a cheering crowd, and the lure of prize money was being used to reduce her inhibitions and unbalance her decision-making ability. What should she do? The topless girl looked down into the audience and saw Anne-Marie, her lifelong friend, waving her arms and shouting “DO IT”. Sandy turned to the MC and simply nodded. “Ladies and gentlemen it’s double or nothing! Sandy, if you get ALL FIVE rings on those antlers, then we will double your prize and you will walk away with ONE THOUSAND dollars! Do you guys like that?” Again there were cheers. “But if you MISS all five, Sandy, then you agree to ride the mechanical bull that Billy has set up for us especially tonight!” The MC pointed at the back wall, and there were whoops and whistles as the crowd noticed the mechanical bull that had been set up in the rear corner. The bull usually only came out on the first Tuesday of every month, but tonight Billy had it ready just in case it was needed… and his hunch had proved correct. “Let’s do it,” Sandy said into the mike with false bravado. She was taking the bull by the horns, as it were, holding those glittering one thousand dollars in her mind’s eye and not thinking about the forfeits. Let’s just do this, she thought, let’s just get it over with. “Do I have to do it like this?” Sandy said to the MC, gesturing at her own topless state.  “What do you reckon folks, does she have to do it like THIS?” The crowd roared and waved their arms. “I think you do, Sandy! Here is the line – do not let your foot cross it, or your throw will be disqualified. Here is some liquid courage,” again Sandy was plied with free tequila, Billy’s own insurance against her taking a grand out of his pocket, “and here are your rings. Let’s play ball!” Noosa - 6 “What do you reckon folks, does she have to do it like THIS?” The crowd roared and waved their arms. “I think you do, Sandy! Here is the line – do not let your foot cross it, or your throw will be disqualified. Here is some liquid courage,” again Sandy was plied with free tequila, Billy’s own insurance against her taking a grand out of his pocket, “and here are your rings. Let’s play ball!” Sandy took the heavy plastic O-rings in one hand and kept the other crookedly over her breasts. She tried to ignore the chanting crowd and the burning tequila in her belly and the way the reindeer head seemed to shrink and swell in her vision. Her first toss was pitifully low, and the second barely hit the wall below the head. Her face burning with the humiliation of missing, she aimed higher this time, and the shot would have been true if it hadn’t snagged in the bunting hanging from the ceiling. (Billy had placed that bunting a long time ago, very carefully. It lay right in the path of any perfect shot, and made it almost impossible to get a ring through to the antlers). Her fourth ring hit an antler and bounced off from the force of the throw, and there were catcalls and laughter as she stamped her feet in frustration. Her concentration was blown now, and her self-confidence with it. Four misses! And only one ring left. She wiped a curl of wet hair away from her face, unconsciously flashing her breasts for a moment. She had it now! Low and fast, under the bunting, nail the antlers in the middle so it won’t bounce off. She stepped forward, and made the throw, and it stayed dangling from the antlers! She had done it! But the people around her were laughing and cat calling.  “Sandy, Sandy, Sandy!” Chuckled the MC, “You stepped over the line, and that makes your fifth and last throw disqualified! That means you missed all five shots! Are you ready for a spanking?” “What? But you said five misses was…?” Sandy was thinking of the mechanical bull. “All in due time, Sandy, but you agreed to two spanks per toss first! That makes TEN spanks for one lucky audience member. Sandy, will you please ASSUME. THE. POSITIOOON!” At this point in time it is necessary to rewind a little, and follow the events of one exceptionally pissed off American girl by the name of Este. Este, the girl next door; Este, the fun-loving backpacker; Este: the girl with a burning vengeance to be paid upon Sandy’s cruel prank. It was never her intention to be displayed and photographed nude in front of a whole bar. Flashing her boobs? Sure, who cares, it’s just some harmless fun. But it was something she chose to do, a risk against her modesty and reputation that she chose to take. When she had inched down her panties to tease the crowd though, she had never intended to show it all. Pictures had been taken, by strangers and by her travel-mates, and those things had a way of following you home. Yes, Este was very pissed off.  She had dressed quickly and was at the bar collecting the prize money from Billy himself when she heard the MC challenging Sandy. And when she heard about the mechanical bull, she was seized by an idea. “Thanks for the prize money Billy! Say, while I was getting dressed I must have snapped the strap on my sandal. You don’t have any super glue behind the bar do you?” “Super glue? I don’t know how good that will be on fixing your shoe, honey.” “Please?” Este batted her eye lashes. “I’d be awfully grateful. I’ll give it back to one of the bar staff myself when I’m done,” she said that as it was clear that Billy (the old perv) wanted to get back to watching the show.  Billy nodded, and ducked quickly behind the bar to the tool box her kept there under the till. He rummaged for a minute and then came up with a tiny tube of super glue. “Here you go, love. Just pop it back when you’re done,” he said. And then he was gone.  By now Sandy was making her last desperate throw, and Este was back just in time to hear the MC calling, “ASSUME. THE. POSITIOOON!” Este watched as Sandy looked at the yellow circles, then at the MC, then at the crowd, then back at the yellow circles. She seemed about to say something, and then the protest died on her tongue. She walked defeatedly to the circles on the floor and placed first one foot, then the other, leaving her in that “half star-jump” position of standing with legs spread. Then she bent forward… to touch the circles she had to bend almost horizontal. With her legs so wide, and her body so low, the audience had a direct-on view of the tiny strip of fabric that covered her sex. Then one could look further and realise – this tiny strip of fabric, the bikini bottom, was the only thing she was wearing. Wet, tanned, slim but full-breasted, she waited docilely bent over as if to receive a lover, breasts dangling, naked but for the completely inadequate bikini bottoms straining across her buttocks and mound.  The MC seemed to delight in the sight for a moment. “Ladies and gentlemen we are now going to put up for auction the privilege of spanking that beautiful derriere! For ten spanks, can I hear a starting bid of ten dollars, does anyone have ten dollars? Twenty? Thirty dollars, fifty! Fifty dollars, do I hear seventy five?” “TWO HUNDRED!” Este waved her cash prize in the air. “Everyone shut up, that ass is mine!”  Noosa - 7 “TWO HUNDRED!” Este waved her cash prize in the air. “Everyone shut up, that ass is mine!”  “For two hundred dollars, I think we have a winner! Can I hear a round of applause for our wet t-shirt champion Este! Come up to the stage, Este. You have won ten spanks of this here prime Australian rump,” the MC gave a meaty slap to Sandy’s buttock, making her jump. The girl shifted uncomfortably and glared at the MC, but did not move her hands from the yellow circles. “Ten spanks, each to be delivered with an open palm, and Sandy here will count them out for you. Isn’t that right Sandy!” The MC slapped her ass again cheekily. “That’s not fair! That’s two slaps already!” “Those were just friendly taps, Sandy, Este is going to be doing the real spanking! You’re going to count them out for us Sandy, all ten into the microphone, and if you miss one then we’ll have to do it again. So count good! Got it? Great! Everyone, this is like golf, you’ve got to be quiet until you see a good shot! Let’s see you plant one, Este!” Este took a stance behind Sandy, pointed one arm straight up at the sky, and swung her whole body into a massive bitch slap that landed with a deafening CRACK. Sandy’s whole body arched under the stinging impact of the blow, and her buttocks and breasts jiggled wildly.  “Ouch! What the ...?” Even the MC was momentarily speechless at the smackdown that had just been delivered to Sandy.  Leaning into the microphone, Sandy said sweetly, “THAT was for pulling down my underwear in front of everyone. Are you sorry?” “Am I sorry? Bitch, you jus-” CRACK, another spank missiled into Sandy’s tender flesh. “Are you sorry?” Sandy whirled around to face Este and SHOVED her across the stage. “ALRIGHT LADIES,” the MC interrupted the brewing cat-fight, “I’m going to need some promises and some apologies from both of you. Sandy, it is true that you pulled down Este’s underwear during the wet t-shirt competition. I would like you to say sorry. Este, just now you violated the fun spirit of our game by camel-spanking Sandy. I would like YOU to say sorry. Now shake hands…” The two girls limply shook hands after a moment, “And hug…” They hugged at arm’s length, “And now kiss… Just kidding, guys, that’s okay. Sandy, are you sorry?” “I guess.” “Este, are you sorry?” “Yes.” “That’s awesome, guys, because it means now we can continue with our game. Este, I need you to tone your spanking down, can you do that? Great. Sandy, I need you to resume the position… yes that position… come on you made a bet are you going to honour it? She’s going to honour it, ladies and gentlemen! That’s what I call sportsmanship! Okay, from the count of THREE this time, can we get SPANKIIING.” Generously overlooking the fact that Sandy had missed the first two counts, the MC held the mike in Sandy’s face so that it caught her “THREE”, “FOUR”, “FIVE” as Sandy tallied up each spank. The audience chanted along with her, laughing and whooping every time she cried out or swore. When Sandy finally reached, “EIGHT! NIIINE, oh shi-TEN!” she simply rested, breathing noisily into the microphone, her whole body trembling and sweaty from tensing and relaxing after each punishing blow. After a few breaths she stood up and turned. She no longer bothered about covering her breasts, she simply wiped the sweat from her brow with one hand and grabbed the mike with the other. “Someone better some f__king shots and some ice because I am going to need BOTH.” There was a chorus of cheers, and as she walked from the stage towards the mechanical bull pit, she was showered with high-fives. Plenty of hands held out drinks, she downed four free shots and slapped the owner of a wandering hand (who was quickly thrown out) before making it to the foam ring around the bull. It is time to get this over with, she thought. I made a bet, I lost it. I had a forfeit, I couldn’t pay. I gambled to win, and I lost. Sometimes you can’t win. So make the best of it, have fun, and don’t look back. Noosa - 8 “Sandy,” the MC interrupted the girl’s drunken philosophising. “You’ve been a great sport tonight, and I feel bad that you haven’t won anything. Do you guys want to see Sandy win something?” The people in the bar whooped. “Do you think she deserves it?” They whooped louder. “I think she does too! Sandy, here’s the deal.” He slapped a garish pink cowgirl hat on Sandy’s head. “For every ten seconds you stay on that bull, I’ll give you fifty bucks. For every ten seconds you stay on that bull AND keep the hat on your head, I’ll double it.” He paused. “If you can last a full minute on that bull and still have your hat on, that’s six hundred dollars. Is that good money?” …So make the best of it, have fun, and don’t look back... The mechanical bull was in the centre of a ring of foam shaped like a kiddies pool. Sandy accepted the deal with two thumbs up and stepped into the ring. Someone tapped her on the shoulder when she reached the bull. It was Este. “Sandy, I wanted to apologise for being such a bitch. I just went a little crazy when you pulled down my bottoms in front of all those people! But I guess I was being silly… I mean, it was just a prank, right? I feel so ashamed, I bet you wouldn’t have reacted so childishly against a stupid joke.” “Most people know how to take a joke around here, yeah,” Sandy replied bitchily.  “I’m so glad.” Este gave Sandy a hug, a real one this time. The tiny tube of super glue hidden in her palm left a long streak of clear goo down the back of Sandy’s bikini bottom. “Here you go, let me give you a hand up.” Sandy put one foot in the stirrup and swung her other leg over the saddle. She put one hand on her pink hat, and the other on the saddle rope. She was ready. To the tune of (I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride! I’m wanted… Dead or alive), the bull began to move. It did not just buck up and down, the way Sandy had been expecting. It bucked forward and back, then jerked in vicious circles, stopping abruptly to kick left or right. When it spun, it spun off-centre so that Sandy was almost thrown off by the gee-forces. Additionally, Sandy was quick to realise that the pink cowgirl hat was far too large for her head. She had to keep one hand clamped on it to keep it from flying off and the other in a death-grip on the saddle rope. This left her bare breasts bouncing and jiggling with every buck and swing of the bull. She barely had time to feel dismay at this when she noticed something else. Every time a bucking motion lifted her from the saddle, every time a spin sent her sliding in her seat, she could feel a tugging. Sandy was about to find out, in the most dramatic way, that Este had super-glued her bikini bottoms to the saddle.  With a single savage buck Sandy was cast flying through the air. She flew straight up and over the nose. Time stopped for a moment and she seemed to arc gracefully up and over… Leaving her bikini bottom behind, the strings snapped clean off on either side… then time sped up and she crash-landed unflatteringly on her bum. For a brief moment she starfished on the foam. She knew something was terribly wrong. The crowd was whooping and cheering. People were pointing at her. Cameras were flashing. The beady yellow lights of cameras recording video winked at her. With dreadful slowness, she looked down. Past her naked breasts, past the silver dolphin necklace with the sapphire in its tail, past her flat belly… to the gap between her legs. To the smooth bare skin. To her complete and utter nudity. In front of everyone.  Sandy screeched and jumped to her feet. People were pressed shoulder to shoulder in the circle around the bull ring, laughing and hollering and pointing their cameras, click click click. She pressed a hand down between her legs, and lay the other across her breasts. She still had the pink cowboy hat on… it was her only clothing left.  “Sandy,” laughed the MC, “That hat looks good on you! It’s won you a hundred dollars! Wait, where are you going?” “Out of my way, assholes!” Sandy pushed her way into the crowd. It was time to end this circus, it was time to get some clothes on and go home. A hundred dollars! She’d gladly pay a hundred dollars to not be here right now. Tonight she would have a hundred dollars, and the world would have a hundred photos... photos that she didn’t want to think about. She had been on her back, arms and legs spread, naked in a pink cowboy hat… in a ring surrounded by hundreds of spectators! She would look like a cheap stripper!  Sandy made it through the crowd to the bar but was blocked there by Este and two of her friends. “Where are you going so fast?” Este laughed mockingly, “I thought you said you could take a joke?” “Get out of my way, bitch!” “Don’t you want your clothes?” “I can get them myself, thank you very much.” “I saw your friend leave with some guy, so I talked to the promo girls and offered to bring your clothes out to you.” Este smiled smugly. “My clothes? What have you done with them? Where are they?” The three girls said nothing, but Este gave herself a way with a glance upwards. Sandy, looking up, saw a piece of white cloth peeking over the edge of the mantle above the bar.  “You bitch!” Este must have thrown her top and skirt up there! Sandy would have to climb on the bar just to reach them. Furious, she vaulted naked onto the bar. Catcalls and wolf whistles started immediately. This splendidly naked girl, this beautiful nude goddess, was elevated to where everyone in the room could see her. She looked down upon a sea of faces and was momentarily dizzied. Then one face in particular came into focus. “Anne-Marie!” “Sandy! What the hell are you doing? Dancing naked on the bar?” She was shocked. “No, I thought you left! I’m getting my clothes…” “What? I have your clothes right here. I went to go get them…” It was true, Anne-Marie was holding a bundle of pink and white in her hands. “But I…” Sandy reached up on tippy toes and to the white cloth on the mantle and pulled down… a scarf. A white scarf. Este had tricked her. Tricked her into climbing naked onto the bar! Noosa – 9 …meanwhile… In the back corner of the bar, Billy was caught in agonising indecision. Whenever he brought out the mechanical bull, he mounted a rapid-shot camera to take pictures as the rider got dumped. Then he would take the best shots and put them up on the giant sports screen for everyone to see.  The pictures were open on the laptop screen in front of him. They were very… personal. Even with the release form signed and sealed in front of him, he didn’t know whether he could in conscience put pictures like these on the projector for the whole world to see.  But then, out of the corner of his eye, Billy saw the girl climb up on the bar. She was completely naked except for the pink cowboy hat and was twirling a white scarf! What a party girl, what a good sport! Relieved, Billy plugged the projector cable into his laptop. Any girl who dances naked on the bar isn’t going to mind a few raunchy pictures, he thought.  …meanwhile… “Sandy, come down from there!” shouted Anne-Marie. But Sandy wasn’t listening. She was staring with horror at the huge projector screen on the opposite wall. Sandy was on the screen larger than life. She looked like a rodeo queen – one hand on her hat brim, the other saluting the crowd, legs spread wide to straddle the bull… Except she was flying through the air, and the bull wasn’t there, instead her legs were spread and the camera was looking straight up between her thighs to the pink folds of her most intimate space. Her face was captured in shocked exclamation, eyes wide, mouth parted to yell, her whole expression one of moronic surprise.  Sandy stood frozen on the stage as the laughter began. Men were whistling and jeering, women were smirking behind their hands. People were holding their cameras high in the air and snapping photos – some of her on the bar, some of the shocking photo on the sports screen.  “Oh my god, what a slut!” “She’s naked on the bar!” “Dean’s going to wish he hadn’t missed this!” “Don’t worry, we’ll share the pics on the facebook group!” Sandy couldn’t move. She was dizzy, weak-kneed, bewildered. Standing on the bar above the sea of faces, futilely covering her breasts and groin with a flimsy scarf, she knew this was a moment of utter humiliation that the town would never forget. She jumped down from the bar. Through eyes blurry with tears she snatched her clothes from Anne-Marie’s hands and sprinted naked out into the street. The cat-calls and wolf-whistles echoed in her ears long after she had left all pursuit behind.  Noosa - Afterword: Sandy’s internet fame was, in the way of these things, spectacular but brief. Shortly after the fateful night she accepted a scholarship to Sydney University and moved interstate, thereafter to pursue a promising career in physiotherapy. She still wears her Lucky Me bracelet. Anne-Marie took a year off and travelled to Europe, having adventures of her own. Billy’s Bar lives on, despite the heat from local newspapers, though he has now banned any cameras during the competition. Surprisingly this has only increased the popularity of his Monday night contests, as girls know that “What happens at Billy’s, stays at Billy’s”.  Photos of Este went briefly viral while news sites covered the issue of drunkenness and antisocial behaviour amongst backpackers.  True to her word, Anne-Marie tracked down a video of the night on a German travel website and played it for a select crowd at Sandy’s 21st birthday. The pictures and videos from the night still float around in the internet ether, for those who know how to find them… but it seems that the event is slowly fading into history.  Life goes on, for us all.  -END-

Naked Me byxiab© It was one of those early summer days that reaches deep down inside and stirs me. It was only the second summer I had experienced in Southern California after a lifetime in Pennsylvania. I could not believe how profoundly the almost constant 75 degree days, scented with jasmine and citrus, moved my loins. Most days I felt like I was living in Eden. I lay in bed, sheets thrown back, naked and spread-eagle this fine California summer morning. To my right was a sliding screen door. It was wide open with only it between the outdoors and me, as it had been all night. I stretched my petite, naked body to its fullest. I don't at all mind being small. At 5' 1" I've found certain advantages to being thus. For instance, I love the way my husband, more than a foot taller than me, manhandles me in bed. Men, all being taller than myself, are forever trying to look down my top, the joke being on them because there is next to nothing to see. But their efforts do make me feel desirable. My legs aren't long but they're shapely and the number of times my ass has been groped in my tight skirts and well fitted pants tells me all I need to know about that part of my anatomy.  Although I live in a house full of men, my husband and two college age sons, I seem to spend half of my life around the house nude. My men are also frequently naked but not nearly as much as me.  My penchant for nudity began at puberty. One day I found myself alone in the house. As I stepped out of the shower I noticed that my mother had not unloaded the dryer and all the towels were in it, downstairs. Knowing I was alone I ran, dripping wet and nakedness, to the laundry room. Covered in goose bumps I was so intent on finding a towel I didn't think about my nudity.  After I dug a towel out of the dryer and wiped myself down I realized my nakedness. In this part of the house I felt really naked.  I took some time to bask in the warm morning sunlight flooding the laundry room. The laundry room was a glassed in porch. It was almost like being outdoors with the large windows holding in the heat. The sun was just peeking over the twelve- foot hedge that separated us from the neighbors.  I don't recall seeing my Italian, naked, olive brown body in such bright light before this. I reveled in the sight of myself. Fine golden hairs swirled around my belly, my nipples that had shriveled to tiny dark raisins capping off my budding breasts (which never managed to grow and look exactly the same today), and the tuft of pubic hair glistening with blonde highlights. It was a magical, life changing moment that literally thrilled me head to toe. Instead of wrapping the towel around my body I wrapped my wet hair in it and wandered through the house otherwise naked, experiencing every room on the first floor without clothes for the first time. From that time on I spent as much time as possible nude. Home alone most of every day that summer I was naked. Even in the winter when I found myself alone, I would sometimes crank up the furnace so I could be bare my body.  In college I eventually lost my virginity. It was thrilling to finally let a boy see me naked and for me to be able to parade around a bit for him. I had a couple more lovers before meeting my husband, Casper. Even before we were married I seduced Casper into becoming less modest and he took to it surprisingly quick.  He lived in a house with three roommates. Being the BMOC he was ceded an attic room, the one single room in the house.  We quickly became sexually obsessed with each other. He loved my tiny body as much as I loved his large frame. It wasn't long before I had virtually moved in with him and was essentially living with four men.  There was no bathroom in the attic so I had to go down a floor to use the facilities. This led to my first accidental flash of a roommate as I descended the stairs while he was exiting the bathroom. His view of my pussy was clear and directly into my lips.  The buzz I got from that first truly accidentally peek of me descending the stairs wearing only one of Casper's shirts sent me flying back to our bedroom where I jumped Casper out of a dead sleep. After that the flashing was more frequent and often not so accidental.  I would tell Casper about these incidents, figuring it was better coming from me than from the roommates. His reaction surprised me. At first he would laugh and make jokes about his mates seeing my bits and later his responses became apathetic, on the surface. It took me a while to notice but whenever I told him that I may have flashed one of roommates or they had voyeured me, our lovemaking, later that night, became more intense.  Once to test my theory I told him about a flash exaggerating the amount of exposure that took place and the length of time I was watched. I told him two of the roommates came home to find me napping on the couch in one of Casper's shirts. The tail of the shirt was turned up exposing my pussy to them. I continued to pretend to be asleep as they stood at the foot of the couch watching. In reality it was only a bit of my ass that was exposed and I had quickly covered up. Sure enough, as I told him the story I "accidentally" bumped into his cock, which was rock hard. That night he was a wild man in bed. From that time on we never had any sexual doldrums, as I would use my storytelling talents to get him in the mood. Nevertheless, by the time we were married we were glad for the privacy of our own apartment and took full advantage of it by going about naked as much as possible. I have to admit I did miss the tickle of being seen by others.  In warmer weather we rarely dressed until we had to leave home. When our boys were born, three years apart, our habits didn't change. Doors were never closed and the bathroom was shared without any modesty. My nudity was as common as theirs and as readily accepted.  Neither the boys nor Casper did anything to hide their morning erections. I have a vivid memory of the first time I found myself surrounded by three mature, jiggling, rock hard pricks while I bent over the sink brushing my teeth as they did the same. When I later thought about the sight of the cocks separated from the bodies they were attached to, I can't say I didn't have an urge to at least touch them all. But that was the closest I ever came to having any kind of incest fantasy.  Being nude among my men was more about the expression of freedom and sensuality. I knew they enjoyed looking and I enjoyed being the object of attention. Casper's transfer to California saved our marriage. Trouble began between us a few years into our marriage when Casper began a meteoric rise through the ranks of the company and he felt a pressure to perform. Casper couldn't believe the jobs and advances he was getting and didn't feel worthy. Nothing I could say seemed to help and he took to the bottle every evening. He was never an out of control drunk but he was a mean drunk, with a mouth I had never heard before. It was something I could not tolerate.  I figured that if he was drinking at home he was certainly drinking on the road and I knew what that would lead to.  When I started looking for evidence of infidelity it didn't take long to find it in the form of condom wrappers and other traces of being with women. Faced with that evidence he readily confessed. For several days after I got the admission out of him we didn't speak. However, I already knew what I was going to say. When he finally broke the silence by apologizing repeatedly I was ready for him. I told him that I wasn't sure that I could ever trust him again. We had taken our vows, he had violated them once, why wouldn't he again. After all we were only in our 30s there was still a long road to hoe. Instead of clinging to the antiquated notion of monogamy, if we wanted to continue in our marriage, maybe it would be better if we simply acknowledged that we would be fucking other people along the way. Then, when it happened we wouldn't feel disappointed or betrayed. "You mean you want to f..., er, have lovers too, I mean..." "You want to have all the fun?" "No. I mean..." "Look Casper. What you told me the other day was hurtful. Very hurtful. But let's face facts. You are a very handsome, fit man and you still will be far into your old age. You are going to be tempted again and again, either by your own horniness or the women around you. Not only that but you're on the road a lot and I don't want to always be wondering what you're up to out there while I'm home sitting the boys. "Up to now I don't think I've given you any reason to fuck around on me, yet you have. I mean, don't we fuck like bunnies every chance we get? Hell, I want it more often than you do. Even our boys at ages nine and five know what sex is thanks to the way you make me scream and the way I make you growl. "But still you feel the need for, for what? Variety?" "I don't know." He said submissively. "Well I think I do. And since you don't seem to want to break up our family and neither do I, I'm willing to chalk it up to the fact maybe we aren't monogamous people. But it has to be a two way street. "Look at me Casper. I've given birth to two boys and I can still fit into my college cheerleading uniform, I don't have a stretch mark on me and I am as horny as the day you met me. I know, my tits are small, tiny even, I but the rest of me is as tone and trim as the day you fell for me. And you knew about my tits. "Look, hon, it's got nothing to do with you, your breasts, it just... I don't know..." "I know it doesn't." I said calming down. "But it does have to do with temptation and variety. Look at the time we live in. All you read about is people just a few years younger than us having all the freedoms we just missed out on." Casper sighed, nodding his head. "Don't you think I've been tempted? You don't think the doctors at the hospital [where I worked in accounts] have hit on me? I've told you about the more laughable instances but there's been more, a lot more that weren't so laughable, that were actually quite serious. And some that involved hands. And in one or two instances, kisses I resisted but really didn't want to stop." Casper looked up with a confused expression. "Look," I continued, "you've changed the game but I'm making the rules. First, we don't embarrass each other. We don't flaunt lovers in front of each other. Be discreet, especially with friends and family. And if I'm going to meet one of them, I want to know ahead of time.  "And as far as falling in love, I guess that's a chance we'll have to take. I love you, Casper and I love our boys but don't expect me to take this without me living my life too. Oh, and for godsakes be safe." I guess it sounds pretty ballsy to lay down such a proposition after single act of infidelity but, in fact, it wasn't. Casper's behavior had been the excuse I was looking for to relent to one doctor's insistent advances. It was a very hot affair that ended about a month earlier. The middle eastern doctor I was fucking at every opportunity (in my office, in cars, hotel rooms, and most exciting of all, in the night shadows outdoors) had to return his native country. It was just sex, very good sex. Casper never had a clue he was so distracted.  And when my doctor left I missed my lover so much I began another tryst almost immediately. The idea of an open marriage had become thrilling to me. It was the way I wanted to live.  Today, living in California the experience of our family nudity has been enhanced by the near year round sunlight and warm air. And there was a buzz of sexual excitement almost always running through me around the house.  James, my oldest son, was only able to enjoy one full California summer of skinny-dipping and near year round nudity before leaving for college. However, his brother, Robert lived with us for a couple years before leaving for school. I can't recall anyone ever wearing a suit in the pool unless we had company and we often skinny dipped as a family or just mother and son. Our house was located on the outskirts of the town, population about 40,000. It sat on a hillside, terraced lot with other houses similarly located above and below us. Each house had a picture window facing the roof of the next house below and a small valley beyond. From one house to the other all that could be seen of the house directly below was the roof.  One day I came home to find James and three of his male friends all cavorting in the pool naked. The pool is easily seen from our living room. They had no idea I was home and I must have spent an hour comfortably seated in an easy chair I arranged by the window admiring the beauty of their naked masculinity at play. During that hour I imagined everything from stripping and going down to join them, to having them come up to the house and (minus my son) gangbanging me. I was so wishing for it happen I had even undressed and sat naked, masturbating to the fantasy. How I wished that some accident of fate would make my dream come true. For years I had done yoga using a set of videotapes as a guide. Not surprisingly, I practiced yoga in the nude but in the semi-privacy of our bedroom when were in the east. I never shut the door and the boys were free to come and go. In the move the small portable TV I had used in the bedroom was broken and we were left with only a huge counsel model in the living room. So, I was forced to plug in the VCR there and practice there where our only other television was.  The whole family was now witnessing the full variety of asanas I practiced naked on a daily basis. It was not any different to me but I never quite felt the same about it after my husband casually commented one day, "I know the boys have seen you naked all their lives but now I think they're seeing parts of you not even the sun has seen". He then playfully goosed me as an indication of how clearly my pussy and ass were on display. We both laughed it off and I continued my routines. Only now I felt myself to me be more on display.  While I did salivate on occasion over the variety of pricks constantly on display before me I can truthfully say I never harbored any real incest fantasies. The idea of contorting my taut naked form with an audience was never without its erotic component. My exercises were frequently followed by sessions of self pleasuring in the shower to the idea of my exhibitionism. So, this beautiful summer morning. I wandered into the kitchen still naked. From there I could here Casper rummaging around in the garage through the kitchen door. I remembered he had plans to go through some as yet unpacked boxes to find material for an upcoming presentation for work.  I made myself a cup of tea and stood by the kitchen table randomly reading newspaper articles. I always read the paper randomly since Casper usually got to it first. He never left the paper in any kind of order. Something I found kind of charming because he was usually so anal about organization that the mess he made of the paper was an insight into the chaos going on in his brilliant mind that I loved him for. Suddenly the word "NUDE" popped out at me in. It was a word not usually found in our humble hometown newspaper. Then I read that today was National Nude Day and that thousands were expected at Black's Beach about a hundred miles from where I was standing. "Well, I'm dressed for that." I thought. It crossed my mind to throw on a caftan and take the long drive to Black's.  One of the first things I did when I heard we were moving to California was to look up our city and learn of the location of this world famous beach in relation to where we would be living. I had long heard of it and often saw myself strolling through its surf in the buff. I was disappointed to find it was a long drive to Black's but certainly doable in a day. I even went so far as to plot my route and burned the directions into my mind so that at any moment I got up the courage I could take off. I had many opportunities to go, with the traveling required by Casper's job, but it was just too daring a thing to do by myself though that is how I always imagined it. But today could be different. I could invite Casper? Or should I go alone? I'd be anonymous among the anticipated crowds. Was I that brave? Either way it was going to complicate something that should be simple and beautiful, so I decided to celebrate Nude Day right here at home by spending my first ever day and night nude. As much as I was naked around the house (certainly more than any of my men) I always ended up getting dressed at some point during the day. Then I saw another upside to celebrating Nude Day at home. Maybe seeing me naked all day might spark a conversation with Casper about the two of us going on a nude day trip or even vacation.  Fixed on my declaration to remain nude I headed for the garage to see what Casper was up to.  As I reached for the door that opened from the kitchen to the garage my heart skipped a beat. It occurred to me that this being a warm day Casper probably had the garage door open. With it open there was a clear view to the street about ten yards away. Then I said to myself "Screw it! That's part of what the Nude Day commitment is about. Besides," I thought, "maybe it will give Casper a thrill." I could still never get him to admit to getting turned on by me flashing or getting hit on (a story for another time). I took a breath, opened the door and stepped naked into the garage. Sure enough, the first thing I saw was the length of our driveway lined in oleanders leading all the way to the public street.  I froze for a second trying to determine what I could see and if I could be seen. A car flashed by and I started. Then I realized that cars going downhill always go by too fast to comprehend what they might see in the depths of the garage. When he finally looked up Casper did a double take at my nudity but didn't seem to realize that I could be seen from the street at the end of the driveway.  I offered to help but he declined, saying he knew where everything was it was just a matter of not making a mess getting to it. "In that case, I'm going to take a swim." No time to join me?" I offered but he declined. I grabbed a towel from the cupboard and left for the pool by the side door of the garage making it clear that I was leaving the house naked. I would usually wear my bikini down to the pool. At the top of the stairs I could see the houses across the narrow valley and knew that I was fully visible to anyone in their yard but really, as no more than a speck. Clearly a naked speck. Still the descent to the pool was wonderfully sensual and something of a thrill. Another victory for Nude Day. It was near mid-day and the breezes had died down. We had just bought new outdoor furniture for the pool including a redwood picnic table and benches. I started to drop my towel on the cement where I usually laid out when I got the idea to lay on the table instead. It looked much more comfortable than the hard cement not to mention it gave me better exposure to the sun. Since I wouldn't need my towel to lay on I folded it into a pillow. I looked up the hillside and scanned the level the house sat on. Still, no sign of Casper. But seeing our living room window reminded me of the day I spied on my son's friends and got a tingle of excitement. I stretched out on my back. It was much more comfortable than laying on the deck. I decided to do a few more yoga poses. This was something else new for me today. I had never done nude yoga outside. Feeling the breezes blowing parts of me the sun had rarely seen was erotic as hell. It made me feel exposed anew. I also recalled what my husband had said about what the boys could see of me. Finishing, I thought about how much I loved my California home. In all respects it was everything I had hoped it would be with a garden, a view, and a pool.  I was overjoyed the second I laid eyes on the property. It was only later that I would learn about one small downside to it.  My neighbors were not just people we waved to occasionally. They were a couple in their 50s. She was an elementary school teacher, by all appearances very prim and proper. He was a mailman, Chuck. He was a geeky looking guy who didn't appear to be fit enough to be walking a mail route all day. I couldn't understand how he could walk so much and still have a paunch. His bald head was perpetually bright red. His nose was tipped up which left short little me always looking into his hairy nostrils when I talked to him. He had a little mustache that at 50 plus years still hadn't filled in completely, hardly any chin, and thick black glasses that made me wonder how he could read the addresses on the envelopes.  Chuck and his wife were nice enough neighbors but as it turned out my workplace was on his mail route. Whenever he had to come inside to make deliveries he always made a point of stopping by my desk. There was a different tone to his conversation there. It seemed to be Chuck's version flirting. He would stand around trying to make clever remarks trying to maximize his time near me. When I talked to him at the house, where there was always the danger of one of our spouses interrupting us, he always kept it brief and kept his distance. Seeing me at work he would he would lean a little too far over my desk, hoping, I'm sure, for a glance down my blouse. Today, I felt a little exposed elevated on the table but I looked around and realized it only made me more visible to Casper if he came outside.  I thought, "this is exactly where I want to be." I thought about my open marriage (a little kinky but pretty solid), two boys doing great, and a beautiful home but for one too familiar neighbor.  Eventually the eighty degree temperature cooled and the warm sun lulled me into a deep sleep. I was awakened by a breeze that seemed to caress me. I could feel it lightly swirling around my nipples, just enough to turn me on a bit. I could not help but reach up and give each nipple a little pinch and I became even more turned on. The breeze persisted and I wondered if I could feel it on my pussy. I placed my feet flat on the table top and let my knees fall to the side. To my surprise I could feel the breeze swirling between my legs, across my bare lips sending a shiver of excitement. I couldn't believe it. I was being masturbated by the wind. It didn't last long. But now I was going to have to finish the job by hand.  I ran my hands over my breasts giving them another squeeze and caressed my torso finishing by running my hands through my very short pubes. I spread my lips with one hand and ran one finger of the other across my clit creating strong pulse of pleasure. It was not long before I was feeling the first pulse of an approaching orgasm. Again I became aware of my exposure and something made feel like I should check my surroundings one more time. I don't know if it was out of caution that maybe I was being watched or out of a desire to be watched. I know I was wishing Casper would come out for a show then offer me his appreciation. I stroked myself in earnest now, my heart beating faster. The house was a blur as it faded from sight, my eyes closing. Suddenly I froze. As my eyes shut something almost subliminally caught my eye. There was something in the last glimpse of my house that didn't belong yet it looked familiar. What had I seen?  Afraid to look again I played the image back in my mind. Oh my god, tell me it isn't! It couldn't be! It was Chuck! I had caught a glimpse of that bright red face among the ivy covering the hillside between our houses. Oh fuck! What the hell was he doing there? He had no business there. It was thick with ground cover. "Fuck!" I thought. His property sitting above ours extended beyond our house by about ten feet, a small, sloping triangle of ground cover. There was never anyone there because it was thickly covered in ivy. There was no need to tend that bit of land. It was watered by automatic sprinklers. Yes, it had a perfect view of the pool but I always thought of it as a no man's land. Why would anyone be there? Why would he be there? Had he been voyeuring me all this time? Was this the reason he was always so flirtatious? I took another peek through my eyelashes. "Goddamit!" There he was looking down on me. No, not just looking down at my nakedness, he was looking between my legs, at my closely trimmed pubic mound and my bare lips now swollen with excitement. He had an unobstructed view of my bare pussy while I engaged in the most intimate of act I perform. A chill ran through me and my knotted nipple tightened even more. "What the fuck, what the fuck!" I thought repeatedly to myself. Anybody but him. Frozen, my eyes closed, all I could see was that big red, goofy face. The most obviously lecherous, google-eyed man I have ever met. If he were passably decent or if it were a crowd of anonymous men that I could not identify it would be at least close to a fantasy but this was pure humiliation.  In my head a montage of scenes played. His view of me, my view of him, an ariel shot, a close up view that he couldn't possibly have, my finger rolling around my clit. "Gawd, that bastard better not have binoculars." I never thought that I was one for humiliation scenes but as these views played out in my mind I realized my finger was continuing to slide around my clit and my excitement was not abating. It had everything to do with being trapped under the gaze of this most undesirable of men. The buzz of sexual excitement was growing. I didn't want it to but it was. "Oh fuck, what's happening," I wondered in an erotic haze. I couldn't stop myself. "Fuck you, old man you've seen this much look at it all!" A line from a poem came to me. "I am pinned and wriggling on a wall." That was me, spread wide with even the scarlet insides of my pussy on display. And fuck you, Casper. If you had come down here and we ended up fucking I would feel so imprisoned. If he had seen you fucking me it was would be much less of an intrusion than to see me in this intimate moment. Even if he could see your thick cock clearly sliding in and out of my juicy lips. I would welcome that over this. While my mind play out all of this my body was responding to my touch and from some perverted part of my libido I was being excited by it. I slid three fingers deep into my vagina seeking out my g-spot and while my other hand worked my clit. I even let one leg fall to the side giving him an even better view. I grabbed deep inside myself and my hips lifted off the table to facilitate my self-stimulation. A powerful orgasm was welling up inside of me. "Oh god he is going to get a show and I have no will to stop it." My back arched and my toned belly flexed. My toes curled, and as I approached climax my feet lifted off the table. "Fuck you, you bastard can you see my asshole too? Go ahead look at me you fuck, look at everything I have." Fuck me, I was fucked.  I gasped and squealed and my vocalizations echoed around the pool and I knew he could hear me. I whimpered and squirmed on the table in the most exhibitionistic orgasm I have ever had. "Look at me Charles!" I wanted to scream. The orgasm rapidly approached (an image of Casper coming on the scene and realizing what I was doing and for whom only enhanced my excitement). My body spasmed again and again as I pictured Chuck now standing over me, looking deep between my legs, reaching out with his calloused fingers to explore inside of me. How long will this exhibition go on. Forever, a part of me hoped. Finally the orgasm was subsiding but I could feel the possibility of another one in the offing. I considered it for a second but I was actually wiped out by my athletic display. I lay there panting. My hand slipped off my hip while the other slid reluctantly exited my vagina. I lay splayed on the table, my arms hanging off sides of the table, my legs still wide open, and my vagina dilated like I had just been gangbanged. I lost consciousness. How long had I been there? What was I thinking? What did it matter? I had just let this homunculus voyeur me completely without regret.  Then it dawned on me. I had been given a gift. A gift of freedom. The choice was out of my hands. Chuck had seen it all and I had nothing left to hide. Nothing. From anybody. There is no one on earth I would want less to have seen me but he had. He had seen every part of me at my most intimate. What did I have, ever to hide from anyone, now. When I was finally able to rouse myself Charles was gone and there was still no sign of Casper.  I stared down at my brown torso my legs spread and considered what I had just done. Somehow I had no regrets. I looked to the place where Charles had perched and thought "Come back you fucker and let's do it again. Fuck me with your eyes again." Several minutes later I struggled to lift myself from the table. I started to walk, knees weak, I staggered up the hill to the house, leaving everything behind. I found Casper in the garage busy assembling his demonstration. When he looked at me he did another double take and asked what was wrong with me. "I fell asleep in the sun. How's it going?" I asked groggily. "Are you sure that's all? You look... you look had."  "I'm fine." I said unconvincingly. "It's coming along. It'll be a while though." Casper said in answer to my question. With remnants of my powerful erotic experience still swimming throughout my body I said, "You missed a good show, right now." "Huh?" he asked still barely paying attention. "I was sunbathing naked by the pool." "Oh, I've seen that show. I like that show." He said absentmindedly. "Well," she added, "you aren't the only one." "What do mean?" he asked. "I decided to use the new picnic table as my tanning bed. Much more comfortable than the cement."  "Makes sense." He responded.  "Sooo," I continued slowly. "I was bit more visible than usual. I was laying on my back and I fell asleep. When I woke up I got this funny feeling someone was watching me and there was." "Really?" he said finally looking up from his boxes. "Who could see you?" "Your buddy, Charles." "Really? Charles?" He was processing the scene now, trying to be cool, I could tell. "How did that happen?"  "I just explained what happened." He was pissing me off now. He always did that. He was always trying to be Mr. Cool but the fact that he had to shift positions at just that moment told me his big cock was growing. I could already anticipate the fucking I was going to get that night. Why couldn't he just pull down his pants and show me his boner, throw me on the pile of empty packing boxes and fuck me on the dusty mess in full sight of the public street at the end of the driveway. I can only think he's afraid of what he might unleash if he admitted to the excitement of my exhibitionism. "He's a lucky guy."  "Really that's it? Your dufous neighbor just saw you wife completely naked, has been staring at her pussy for an hour and that's all you've got?" "Well, it's kind of a done deal and I can't really go up there and punch him out when, I assume, he was on his own property." And," he added, "I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it as much as he did."  Was a dig at the affairs in my past or a simple statement of fact that he knew about me? Either way, I thought, "Fuck you!" I left the garage muttering one more little comment, "Little do you know." "What" I heard him ask as the door closed behind me. I wandered into my older son's room, the one facing Charles' hillside. To my surprise Charles was back, although he had moved on to another patch of the hillside ground cover. I saw some weeds piled up which would serve as his alibi should he be caught.  Then it dawned on me where he had gone. He went inside to get off on my little show. He was going to have that piece of action in his head for the rest of his life. I didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or proud. I looked down at my body and thought about my moment of enlightenment about freedom and felt proud. I watched him and wondered what it would be like when I ran into him at work, Monday. It occurred to me that the one thing I didn't want was for him to think he had successfully spied on me. That he had a secret on me. I didn't want to suffer his leering that said, "I know something that you don't." That would make me feel like a victim. I had to let him know I knew. I took a deep breath and headed outside. I walked naked to the end of the house just below where Charles was squatting. He was no more than ten feet away, his back to me, and I could see him glancing toward the pool, obviously hoping for my return. I picked up the hose we used to water the flowerbeds we had there. The hose had a nozzle on it. I set it to spray and aimed it in the general direction of Charles. Part of the spray landed on his red hot neck and he yelped and almost slid down the hill. "Oh, sorry, Charles. I didn't know you were still there." "Uh, yeah." he said, inadvertently confessing to voyeurism. Turning around he was stunned by my naked presence and he almost fell again. I turned my back to him and continued my watering, leaving him to stare at my firm bare ass. I stole glances at him as I moved slowly around the small patch of lawn and the flower beds. Each time I caught him staring at me dumbfounded, mouth agape. I could feel his eyes crawling over every inch of me. "Get a good close up look, Charles. And fuck you Casper," for acting clueless in the garage, I thought. I decided to engage Charles in conversation to ease the tension on Monday. I turned to face him. We were no more than five feet apart and with the hose turned to the side I was going to let him look all he wanted. "Where's your wife? I haven't seen her in ages." "Uh, oh, uh, she's out doing her errands." he sputtered. "Our pool looks so tiny from here." "Um, not really." "I hope it doesn't bother you that we skinny-dip." I said, getting to the point. "Uh, no. Uh, not at all. We're open-minded." he responded trying to show a little grace under pressure. "Yeah? Really? Are you swingers?" I asked to freak him out. "Uh, no. No,no, no. Nothing like that." "No? Well, Casper and I have an open marriage." "Really? Well... th, that's great." "Yeah, it is." Even though I was already standing before him naked, it felt even sexier telling him that. I had never said it to anyone who wasn't a lover. It made me feel more naked. Charles was really agog now doing his best to memorize every nuance of my form. He ceased any pretense of weeding and stared unabashedly at my breasts and pussy. My nipples were tingling and for a brief moment I thought about letting him tug or suck on them. Oddly, having this homely man salivate over me as I stood before him naked made me feel like a goddess. He was sweating profusely. I took a step toward him and his eyes grew even larger. Then another but suddenly turned right, dropped the hose and walked toward house. With my back to him I let him have one more good look, this time up my ass. With my legs spread a little more than necessary I bent at the waist to turn off the water. As soon as I turned into my bedroom my hand went straight to my pussy. I looked up. I could have sworn I saw shadow disappearing down the hallway. I quickly stepped into the hall in time to see the door to the garage closing and I smiled to myself. I went to my bathroom and stepped into the coldest shower I could stand to cool my arousal. I spent the rest of my Nude Day picking up around the house before starting dinner. Little was said between Casper as we sat down to dinner. Staring at my bare breasts across the table he finally spoke up saying," You're really taking this Nude Day thing seriously, aren't you?" "Of course. You know me, any excuse to be naked. I was even thinking about going to a nudist colony. Did you know there are three within a 30 minute drive of here?"  "Uh, no, I didn't" he said looking at me curiously and pouring another full glass of wine. "And even more resorts an hour away in Palm Springs." I was hoping this would create some sort of conversation but he let the comment hung in the air. I turned in early laying naked, the sheets still thrown back.From where I lay I could see him getting out of the shower sporting a woody.  "Just as I thought." I smiled to myself. He calmed himself down by the time he got to bed but I could still see he had been erect. He was naked too. He turned out the light and grabbed me without saying a word and roughly pushed his way into my waiting pussy, bothering with only one rough kiss as a prelude. This was fine with me. I was ready for him. It was one of those nights Casper had decided to have me any way he wanted. I was like a rag doll as he threw me around the bed and slammed into with his cock mercilessly from the front, from behind, sideways, scissored and upside down. He stuffed his long fingers deep into my vagina tapping my G spot. I let myself go like never before screaming and writhing on the bed as he bent me to his will. He started and stopped fucking several times trying to delay his orgasm. We were both dripping in sweat when I was finally able to roll on top of him. I pinched his nipples and used my Kegles to give him one great orgasms he ever had... with me. Exhausted, I fell back and we laid head to toe. He loved my feet and I caressed his face with them wiping the sweat off his fore head with my toe. "What did you say as you were leaving the garage?" he asked breaking our long silence. "Nothing." I said coyly. "C'mon, you never let me have the last word and I know you were pissed." "You really want to know?" I teased as I played with his limp cock. "Yes." He said resolutely. "I said," pausing for effect. "If you only knew." "Knew what?" "You said that you knew that it turned me on to have Charles watch me. And I said 'If you only knew...' "  "I knew I was right," he responded smugly. "I didn't finish. I was saying 'If you only knew what he saw.' "His cock was twitching back to life. I started sucking him and watching his face as I said, "And, yeah, I was pissed. I wanted you to fuck me and I knew you wanted to." "What does that mean?" "It means it was your loss. And I didn't tell you everything." "What could you possibly have left out? What did you do,spread your legs for him?" "Yes," He was officially hard now and I was really working my tongue on his sensitive bits. "What the fuck were you thinking? You spread your legs for Charles! What the... why!?" Despite his protestations he was rock hard now and I was giving him a hand job that had him leaking pre-cum. "I wasn't thinking. I was asleep. I had just woken up and my legs were spread. I wanted to feel the breeze between my legs so I spread them. I didn't see him 'til I was done." White lie. "Done? Done what!?" "Wellll..." I considered the truth but opted for another white lie. The truth would have been too much information for one night. "The breeze tickled me and I got the urge to touch myself. I thought if I was lucky you might be watching." "Touched yourself? What did you do?" I didn't answer right away I was sucking his cock now amping up his excitement before continuing. "I got myself off. I slid two fingers in me, like this." I spread my legs for Casper putting a foot on either side of his face and acted out a modest version of what I had done for Chuck. "Then I started pinching my tits like this, then I pulled my fingers out and spread my lips like this started playing with my clit."  I was getting off for real giving this repeat performance and Casper was watching intently spreading my lips so he could see. It was nearly as exciting as my performance for Chuck. I masturbated with all the enthusiasm I had for Chuck. In a few short minutes I was ready and said breathlessly "And then I came like this," spreading my legs.  I undulated modestly compared to what I did for Charles. There would much time to be more graphic and honest version what I did. I stole another glance at Casper. Looking across my well muscled, spasming belly he watched my pussy having grabbed both my legs and spread them wide apart. I had a grip on his cock. "Fuck!" He gasped. I could barely hear him but he then said more to himself than to me. "He saw all that. No you didn't. Not even you would dare..." I moved into position to suck his cock once again and looked up at him and said, "You know I did. You know because you saw me standing naked a few feet away from Chuck daring him to touch me. I saw you watching us." I pounced on his cock sucking him with everything I had.  Even if he couldn't say it I wanted him to know I knew my exhibitionism got him off as much as it did me. "Oh!" he groaned loudly. I covered his cock with my mouth again and in a minute, for the first time in years, he was coming for the second time in one evening... with me.  Before I could finish he pushed me off his cock. I went flying across the bed and he started fucking me with a fury I had never seen from him. He cared not a whit for my pleasure all he cared about was fucking the hell out of me. He pinned my knees by my ears and slammed into me with all of his might. Finally he collapse on me in a sweaty heap trying to catch his breath. Whether it was for pleasure or punishment I'll never know but it fulfilled both of us. Done with me he fell back on his pillow. By the time I joined him he was out cold. I smiled to myself and replayed the entire day one more time before falling asleep. Happy Nude Day indeed.

Nude Beach Dare by ShadowLuver Dare leads couple to unexpected sexy fun with strangers. While at a nude beach in Germany with some friends, my girlfriend Amber and I received a dare--to walk fully nude across the regular (non-nude) beach area to the far end, buy ice cream from a kiosk and return. Amber and I had been to a nude beach several times, as had our friends, but never all together. It was just hours earlier we and our four friends had all stripped completely in front of each other for the first time--males and females in all our glory. We had adapted surprisingly quickly to the situation, overcoming our nervousness at baring ourselves in front of people we knew. We realized it was not embarrassing or awkward when most others in the area were also nude. "When in Rome," and all. The Dare came about somehow in the course of friendly bantering. Our friends awaited our response. "You don't think we will?" I challenged, a wry smile playing on my lips. I looked over and saw a mischievous twinkle in Amber's eyes--she bit the corner of her lip and merely nodded with encouragement. We were both aware that it was one thing to be nude on a nude beach, another to be nude where we weren't supposed to be and others weren't. Our friend Tom scanned down the beach towards the non-nude section, his hand shading his eyes. "Nah, I don't think you've got the guts to go through with it. There's hundreds of people between here and there who will see you." Tom's girlfriend Kristie chuckled, and said to me, "Hundreds, of which precisely zero want to see your junk flapping around in the breeze!" Smiling, she added, "No offense to you, Amber." Amber stood and struck a pin-up-type pose. "They won't even be looking at him in light of my captivating beauty," she joked with an exaggerated fluttering of her eyelids. "Can't argue with that," I said, a rather stupid grin on my face. My other buddy paced around Amber with mock seriousness as he pretended to examine and assess her body. With a faux English accent, he said, "Yes, I think perhaps she has a good point, yes." Nodding, he proffered his conclusion. "Yes, yes, indubitably. A fine specimen of human female beauty." Amber rolled her eyes and playfully slapped his arm with the back of her hand. "Gee, thanks, Jack. Such a heartfelt compliment just might go to a girl's head." The object of our attention, Amber, was a beautiful and friendly 23-year-old woman with thick raven hair and startlingly blue eyes. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which accentuated her strong cheekbones and cute dimple on her left cheek. The sun highlighted her firm abs and compact breasts, long well-toned legs, and well, her entire athletic--and very feminine--figure. Jack snapped his attention back up to our eyes and grinned. "So now, you guys gonna just talk the talk, or are you gonna walk the walk?" Not one to shy away from a proper dare, I stood up next to Amber. We locked eyes a moment and simultaneously grinned. The two of us faced our friends, fully nude, and slipped on our sandals. "Ok, let's do this!" I said. "We'll bring something back for you, if you behave," I added with a wink at our friends. I turned to Amber. "Ready?" Amber nodded firmly and struck a power pose, hands on her hips, chin exaggeratedly high, chest forward. She pointed forward with a straight arm towards our destination. "Onward and westward!" My gaze darted between her pointed finger, her tantalizing nude body, and the direction she was pointing. "Except you're heading south," Tom countered, laughing. "But that's the spirit!" So, joining hands, Amber and I set out on our quest. We walked near the water's edge, along the more compact sand. The sun felt warm on our faces and the salty smell of the sea wafted on a light breeze. I took a deep satisfying breath and smiled over at Amber. I paused to appreciate her soft rounded breasts--her pink areolae just dark enough to visibly contrast with her sun-kissed skin, and her nipples slightly erect in the ocean breeze. I had to divert my thoughts to avoid getting aroused. I loved her figure, her shape, her confidence--I was proud to be seen with her. And I felt proud to have others see her sexy nude body. I wondered if others also found her attractive, maybe even arousing. That thought stirred some dormant emotion in me, and I realized I liked the idea of Amber turning on others on the beach as she strode by. We continued walking along the shore. To one side was the sea, waves crashing beneath a deep blue sky spotted with a few puffy white clouds. To the other side were groups of nude bodies scattered about the light fine sand--lying and sunning, reading, walking, a couple of guys tossing a Frisbee, a family having a picnic. People of every body type and age were out enjoying the day--all but a very few were fully nude. Fit, dumpy, well endowed, and not so well endowed. Middle-aged men with fat stomachs and skinny legs. Mothers with small children, one with a baby at her exposed breast. Young, old, tall, short. Nubile teens with flat bellies and perky boobs, a male bodybuilder with a disproportionately small dick. Trimmed pussies, bare pussies, natural bushes, pierced nipples, tattoos, big tits, small tits, large areolae, tiny nipples. A visual smorgasbord of bare flesh. I pondered the saying, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," as we passed a group of young women playing cards, their firm full breasts glistening with suntan oil and sweat, nipples proudly looking forward. Several were casually sitting cross-legged, with attractively exposed genitalia. Maybe it was just me, but what my eyes beheld was beauty. It felt so natural and free, just walking along, taking in all the sights. Feeling the warm breeze on our bare skin, no clothes binding or restricting. I was surprised in light of the nudity how generally non-sexual the setting was--just like other beaches, but with much more skin. Yes, of course we both looked--we were young, curious, and usually horny. But once we got used to the near-universal nudity, the situation mostly seemed normal. Until we reached the boundary of the nude area. We stopped by a sign that delineated the nude/clothing-optional ("FKK") section from the normal beach. We looked at each other. Amber said, "Well, last chance to chicken out. We doing this?" She waited, a tiny smile playing at the corner of her full, kissable lips. I looked at her, at the very clear boundary sign, then squinted down the rest of the beach where the ice cream kiosk was. "Looks like we're a little over halfway there. Once we go, we need to keep going. And, what if they won't sell us anything at the kiosk or someone calls the police or something?" Amber simply shrugged. "Well, we'll just have to see what happens. For now--in for a penny..." She stepped over the boundary and out of the nude section, looked back over her shoulder with a 'coming?' glance, and smiled. I admired her sculpted bare ass for a delightful moment--in my opinion, the nicest ass on the beach--then joined her. We walked briskly onward along the regular beach, externally exuding confidence but internally pretty nervous. I should add some situational clarification here, especially for most Americans. Our behavior wasn't quite as outrageous as it sounds, because many females on the regular beach were also topless. Being topless on a German beach, at least at the time, simply didn't constitute "nudity," for males or females. Thus Amber's nudity wasn't as blatantly obvious unless one looked directly. The all-too-major difference for both of us, of course, was being bottomless as well. Hence the "daring" part of our Dare. So, we continued to walk along, our genitals exposed to the warm air, sun, and other people--we were the only ones fully nude on that part of the beach other than toddlers or babies. My balls slapped gently on my thighs as I walked, my dick swayed back and forth in rhythm with my steps as if nodding and greeting other beachgoers. Amber's toned abs and legs rippled with unseen strength. Her pussy was topped by a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair that seemed to float just above her vulva, pointing down like an arrow at her exposed labia. I was acutely aware of our nudity in that section of the beach, our total exposure, and the potential risk of getting in trouble--we didn't know how seriously the rules-conscious Germans might take our infraction. Yet, that awareness only seemed to heighten the excitement and "naughtiness" of what we were doing. 
 I noticed several men nodding with appreciation at Amber as we passed, and others grinning and nudging their friends. I again felt a mix of pleasure and pride that my sexy nude girlfriend was the one prompting their reactions. A couple of people called out as we crossed the regular beach area, telling us that we were not in the "FKK" section, but most on the beach either didn't see us or ignored us. We tried not to make eye contact with others on the beach as we passed by. We arrived at the kiosk in the non-nude section without incident and joined the queue to buy ice cream. Fully nude, in broad daylight--with several other people wearing at least swimsuits standing closely together with us. I thought that it would get weird at that point, but the others in line didn't seem fazed by two nude people in their midst. We instinctively were careful not to crowd the people in front of us to avoid awkwardness as much as possible (we had no control over the distance behind us). But, perhaps because we were fit, young, and non-threatening, or for some other reason, we got no objections from the others in the kiosk's queue. As it turned out, Amber's gorgeous body caused the opposite response. Standing behind us in line was a single man from England. With a huge grin, he greeted us and introduced himself as Simon. His gaze never left Amber's bare breasts and semi-hard nipples for more than a second--he never did look me in the eye. He was older than we were, probably in his early 30s, but not so old as to be creepy. He was personable and kept himself fit. Simon was instantly enamored with Amber. I think his brain was overwhelmed from trying to reconcile our public location with our--well Amber's--lack of clothes. He peppered her with questions: where we were from, what we were doing there, why she was naked. His eyes roved openly up and down her body, hungrily taking in the nubile beauty before him. My guess is he felt like a man that just won the lottery--the "dream come true" fantasy jackpot. For her part, Amber casually stood and talked to Simon as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She did not take offense at being ogled, but also did not offer any hint of flirtation. Just carried on a cordial conversation during which she happened to be nude and everyone else (except me) wasn't. I never did find out how she was feeling at that time--if she was nervous or turned on, or comfortable with the situation. I was fascinated watching the two of them, and their unusual dynamics. When Amber moved or gestured, her breasts would sway slightly and her nipples responded to the breeze in varying degrees. To the extent Simon managed to make eye contact with her at all as they chatted, his eyes would dart down to her nipples with each movement as if he were afraid he might miss something. The fact I was standing right beside Amber the whole time did not seem to diminish Simon's obvious interest in her or his open appreciation of her nude body. Our ice cream purchase itself was vaguely anticlimactic--the vendor took our money and handed us our cones without comment or batting an eye at our lack of clothes. Not even a smirk or snide remark, or an innuendo-laced wish that we have a good day. Equally surprisingly, none of the customers near us other than Simon said anything or reacted in any discernible way. I guess I had expected some sort of reaction--maybe even hoped for some tangible reaction--in light of what we thought was quite bold and risky behavior. Ice cream in hand, Amber and I started back towards our friends. Simon came with us, chatting and continuing to devour Amber with his eyes as we walked. Simon and I both occasionally paused, as if in sync somehow, and watched Amber as she ran her tongue across her ice cream, licking, circling it, pressing her lips together as she swallowed. I'm pretty sure she was just eating her ice cream, but she unwittingly made the process sensual as hell. At one point Simon and I were both captivated by a drop of ice cream that fell and landed on her breast, just above her nipple. I was about to offer assistance when Amber glanced down and chuckled, "Oops." She wiped the drop off with her finger and licked it off. Then she simply smiled at us, ostensibly unaware of the effect she had on us. I shook my head and gave renewed attention to finishing my cone. We paused at the boundary to the FKK section, assuming Simon would head back to wherever he came from on the regular beach. But he simply paused as well, giving no indication we were ending our little social interaction. Amber and I exchanged a mental shrug and the three of us continued back to where we were sitting in the nude section. We didn't expressly invite Simon, but he took our polite ongoing conversation as permission to join us. He seemed nice and friendly enough, so we didn't see any harm. We rejoined our friends where we had left them. They were on the far side of the main beach, away from the water, backed by a large hill. The location was partially screened--but not hidden--by a few bushes. I said to the group, "Well, I told you if you behaved, I'd bring you back something. So, everyone, this is Simon!" Our friends all chuckled; Simon looked confused. To Simon, I said, "Don't worry, just a dumb Inside joke." Simon shrugged and nodded. "No problem." To the group, he said, "I assume I'm not what you expected as your "good behavior" reward." Prompting laughter, he added, "I just hope you weren't expecting ice cream!" We introduced Simon individually to our four nude friends. Thankfully Simon did not ogle the women as he had been doing to Amber, but instead politely said hello. He then hung back as the rest of us shared the details and celebrated the successful completion of our dare. We chatted for a few more minutes with our friends, who then said that they needed to leave. Amber and I chose to stay longer and spread out our towels while our friends put on their clothes and headed out. Amber and I sat down on our towels, still fully nude, facing the water. Simon spread out his towel near ours and sat down, facing us, still in his swimsuit. We all chatted for a while, making small talk, but Amber's and my interest in doing so soon waned. Following the successful completion of our public dare, we just wanted to lounge and doze in the warm sun. After dropping several unsuccessful hints, Amber shut down the conversation by stretching and lying back with a yawn. She sighed and closed her eyes, shuffling her shoulders to shift the sand under her towel into a comfortable position. I stretched out next to Amber, picked up a book, and tried to read. The warm sun felt wonderful on our bare skin, with just a hint of a breeze playing over us to prevent getting too warm. Rather than lie down, or do something, or leave, Simon just sat there and admired Amber. Her feet were towards him, the sun glinting off and highlighting the exposed side of her nude body. Simon was lined up so his view was straight up Amber's legs toward her uncovered pussy. Her breasts were visible just beyond--from that angle he would have seen her darker pink nipples cresting her swollen mounds like little hats. Simon sat and looked, not talking or even pretending to do anything otherwise--he was starting to lean towards the "creepy" side of things. I tried to ignore him, assuming he would take the hint and do something else. After a few minutes, I glanced up again and considered Simon sitting there, ogling Amber--as if he were trying to memorize every detail of her exquisite body. I felt an initial flush of irritation at his breach of nude beach etiquette, but my irritation somehow morphed into mischievousness as a different idea crept into my mind. I'm not sure what triggered my change of mood, but my earlier feelings regarding others seeing Amber returned. I felt the strong urge to push the envelope, taunt him a bit. Tease him with what he could not have. Or perhaps give him a treat, and satisfy my newly discovered pleasure in showing off Amber at the same time. Pretty clearly I was still in the "risky in public" mindset from our earlier dare. I took a bottle of suntan oil, and without speaking slowly drizzled a stream of oil along Amber's belly up to her neck, with a slight swirl across her boobs on the way. Amber gave a slight start when the first drops hit her skin, but she remained still with eyes closed and a look of contentment on her face. The comforting smell of coconut oil wafted up as I ran my hands through the oil, spreading it over her flat stomach, feeling her smooth slippery skin, and her toned muscles just underneath. I slid my hands up to and over her shapely breasts, where I took longer than necessary to knead, caress and work the oil over her swells. I smiled as I felt her nipples harden against my palms. As I caressed Amber's flawless skin with oil, out of the corner of my eye I checked to see our personal voyeur's reaction. I took pleasure in watching Simon squirm to adjust the hardening bulge in his trunks without being obvious--and took pleasure knowing he was reacting to my girlfriend's sexy body. Refocusing on Amber, I drizzled oil up one of her legs from her ankle to upper thigh and rubbed the oil up her shins and onto her thighs. As I rubbed high on her inner thigh, occasionally my fingers lightly brushed the lower edge of her labia, causing her to twitch and catch her breath. I pulled her thigh muscle up to the side a little with my caresses then let it drop back, which would offer Simon a flash of her pussy. I moved to her other leg and again worked from the feet up, but this time pulled her legs a little further open, intentionally revealing more of her moistening sex to Simon. Knowing that a stranger was watching--and getting aroused at seeing my girlfriend's nude body--turned me on almost as much as physical stimulation. It made me want to show her, expose her, and delight in that exposure. I wanted others to appreciate and get off seeing her in such an intimate personal way. Relish seeing her as normally only I could. I knew Simon would be seeing her pink inner pussy lips and hooded clit each time I "inadvertently" pulled her outer labia open with my caresses. The thought that he was seeing her exposed sex triggered a stirring of pleasure deep in my groin. My cock, free and exposed in the sunlight and open-air, seemed to move around independently as it started partially swelling, then softening, and generally drifted randomly in a semi-aroused state. For some reason, I felt that I shouldn't--and tried not to--get an erection there in public, despite my sensual actions. I suppose on some level I was still guided by some conventional societal norms. I paused at one point and ran baseball statistics through my head, pictured unattractive things. It was difficult but I mostly succeeded in remaining only semi aroused--well at least not fully hard--for the moment. Simon was not so concerned. He stared at my hands caressing Amber's nude body, mesmerized, and was by then fully tenting his trunks. He no longer attempted to hide his aroused condition. Up to that point, everything could be passed off as just sensually applying suntan oil. But my pent-up excitement and arousal from publicly displaying Amber caused me to need more--I needed to be touched. I glanced around the area to see how visible we were to others on the beach. Because we were so far back from the water, coupled with being partially obscured by bushes from certain angles, there were limited points on the beach where we would be visible to the casual observer. And no one seemed to be in those locations at that moment. So, I moved up closer to Amber's side, took her hand, and placed it on my hardening cock. Amber paused a split-second, then instinctively gripped and started slowly stroking it, never opening her eyes or saying a word. Maybe she thought we were alone. Maybe she didn't care. Or maybe she was turned on--as I was--by being sexual in public with someone seeing us. I never did ask her. Seeing this, Simon's eyes widened, and he looked up at me. As my cock swelled to fullness in Amber's hand I smiled and gave Simon a slight encouraging nod toward his lap. He slowly reached into his swimsuit, unsure, and hesitatingly took out his rigid cock, as if waiting for me to say something or stop him at any moment. I didn't stop him, and he became emboldened by my apparent approval. He pushed up onto his knees and slid his trunks down. He gripped his hard cock, and started openly wanking. His eyes were riveted on Amber's toned and oiled nude body glimmering in the sunlight, pearls of moisture visibly clinging to her trimmed pussy hair and lips. I could only imagine that her stroking my cock exponentially enhanced the eroticism of the scene. Amber caressed and rubbed my hardness, still lying on her back, eyes closed. Simon became more confident and shuffled closer on his knees, almost to her feet, his throbbing cock jutting out like a flagpole on a building. He leaned in for a closer look at her slightly open pussy, glistening with oil mixed with a trace of her feminine juices. I reached down and traced my finger between her labia lips, sliding easily with her lubrication and gently spread open her pussy. Amber shuddered. Simon first froze, then pumped his rod faster. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement nearby. Turning, I saw a German man, nude, standing about ten feet away. He was hovering close enough to see everything, both watching us and looking about cautiously. I felt a stab of panic, thinking we were caught and in trouble. But I soon calmed as I realized he was there to enjoy himself, not report us. He was watching with great interest and his growing arousal was obvious. My "fight or flight" adrenaline rush turned to a rush of arousal. Someone else--someone additional--was watching, getting turned on seeing my sexy nude girlfriend, her body, her pussy, her tits, seeing her stroking me. I loved it. I don't know why: pride that she was "mine," the pure sexuality of the situation, the public risk--whatever it was, my cock throbbed with the knowledge she was turning on yet another stranger, in public, in broad daylight. I caught the German's eye and nodded slightly, my eyes and chin gesturing toward Amber's nude body. He cautiously moved in closer, assessing the situation. His eyes darted to the nude goddess lying before him, to Simon pumping his dick at her feet, and then back to me to make sure his approach was ok. Concluding he was welcome based on our reactions, he knelt on the opposite side of Amber from me, about five feet back, and started stroking his erect dick. His eyes locked on Amber's tits, seeing them moving like rippling waves as her hand pumped my cock just beyond. Breathing deeply, I imagined the tableau we presented: I was getting a hand job in front of two strangers, who were in turn openly stroking their cocks over my girlfriend. All in public. Visible to any who may happen to pass by. Exposed to any who might enjoy. Risky. Sexy. Mind-boggling. Arousal took control of my actions, my mind void of any further worry about being seen, caught, or other risks. I reached forward and ran my hand down Amber's belly and spread her pussy lips open as I caressed her clit and vulva, giving Simon a birds-eye view of her exposed sex. Still on his knees, he leaned forward with one hand on the sand near her knee. His head was only a couple of feet from her inviting treasure box, his eyes glued on that vision as if she would disappear if he blinked. His pulsing cock hovered over her shins, bouncing with each uneven stroke. It occurred to me that a well-aimed long shot of cum would easily hit her thighs, potentially even reach her pussy. The German (I never did know his name) was evidently feeling encouraged by Simon's encroachment. He shuffled forward close to Amber, his knees nearly touching her side. His cock strained forward over her arm as if it were trying to peek at her tits. Still stroking his manhood, he tentatively reached his other hand in the air above Amber and slowly waved his arm side to side, like a reed in the wind, as if imagining he was caressing her. He noticed I was watching and nervously gave me an inquisitive look--seemingly asking for permission. I leaned down and whispered to Amber, speaking for the first time since shutting down our earlier chat with Simon. "You know you have an audience here, right?" Eyes still closed, she smiled a tiny bit and nodded, squeezing my cock harder and stroking more deliberately. I asked further, "They want to touch you, do you want to let that happen?" She paused a millisecond, biting her lower lip. Then without a word she gave a big Cheshire cat grin and moved her hand down to her pussy, replacing my hand. Amber was as turned on as the rest of us. Without missing a stroke of my cock she gave a soft hum as she opened her legs and began circling her clit with her fingers, unabashedly pleasuring herself. She slid her fingers down and pulled open her pussy, dipped deep into her vagina to capture her wetness, then smeared it over and around her labia lips and clit. She was wantonly displaying her most intimate treasures out in the open, for me and strangers. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I was loving it. I ran my hand up from her pussy across her belly, to one breast then the other, circling her nipples, her areolae contracting under my touch. Looking over at the German, I impulsively took things to the next level--my desire to glean pleasure from knowing she was turning on others controlling my actions. I made a small circle in the air over her tits, turning my palm up and tipping my fingers down towards her nipple in a "be my guest" gesture. He nodded with a smile and reached out, ran his fingers up Amber's arm, then across her chest and down to her boobs, cupping them, running his fingers around her nipples, one then the other in turn. I looked over to see that Simon had taken the initiative and had moved up even closer to Amber, taking advantage of her further opening her legs. He had let go of his cock and was caressing her inner thighs, up, just brushing the lower edge of her pussy lips, and down the other side. He drank in the view of her sex as she masturbated, examined her like a child discovering a new toy. Amber was rubbing herself with some fervor at this point. She contracted and released her pelvis, which pressed her pussy up and apart, glistening, wet, and open. Simon didn't even glance my way as he moved his hand right up to her pussy, tracing his fingers along her slit, below Amber's fingers, around her moist lips. "Outside only," I warned with a stern look, startling him by breaking the silence. He nodded and continued stroking around and outside Amber's vulva, occasionally testing my restriction by sliding a partial fingertip just slightly between her lips. He began pumping his rock-hard cock again, his eyes never leaving Amber's juicy womanhood and her personal ministrations just centimeters from his fingers. Pulling my cock from Amber's grip to slow my build-up, I sat back with amazement. I slowly stroked myself and watched Amber and two highly aroused nude strangers pleasure themselves, openly, publicly, and without shame or worry. Two yearning cocks pointed at my lithe girlfriend, her sexual juices oozing out of her pussy and down her legs. My cock twitched in empathy as Amber's body shivered with what looked like a small orgasm. Both men's cocks were shiny with oil and pre-cum. Their hands slid up and down their rods, balls swaying, muscles taut and flexing. Amber continued rubbing herself, sliding her fingers into her vagina, pulling open her lips, circling her clit, then reaching down and tickling her perineum between her vagina and anus. The German leaned over more, and before I could say anything he started rubbing the tip of his cock over Amber's closest nipple, causing it to harden more and the areola to contract. I stared, uncertain if this was ok, with her or with me. But the vision was so erotic, so sexy--to see Amber writhing under the caresses of a nude stranger's dick--I simply watched, my cock pulsing to some subconscious primal rhythm. Pre-cum oozed out of the German's dick, coating its head. As he traced his rigid cock over Amber's erect nipples, strings of pre-cum would cling, stretch out, then break as he pulled away. My lust overwhelmed and guided my thoughts, and I figured if the German rubbing his cock on her was ok with Amber, I was good with it as well. More than good, I realized--I savored the idea, loved that she was so sexy to these strangers. I sat, mesmerized, and continued slowly stroking my cock. The German's cock brushed Amber's nipple, causing it to bend and spring back, her tit rippling with the pressure of his dick. Her body undulated sensually with pleasure. My turgid cock strained with pleasure and was almost painfully hard. Glancing back below, Amber had spread her legs even further as she worked her clit, wide enough for Simon to shuffle right up and kneel between her thighs with his rigid cock right above her pussy. His cock tip was inches from her open womanhood, and he looked ready to either spurt onto her or even enter her--but he was obeying my command to stay outside. Watching through the veil of my arousal, I wasn't sure if I wanted Simon to actually cum on her--I felt torn between wanting to see that and wanting to protect her from that more intimate physical contact. For a moment I even envisioned Simon's hard member sliding into her open wet vagina, or spurting cum all over her pussy and belly--but knew on some level I didn't want him to enter her or do that. Or I didn't think I did. Or maybe I did--my thoughts were jumbled and chaotic. Without resolving the issue in my mind I instead just watched, frozen with indecision and fascination. My horniness clouded any rational thought. Meanwhile, the German decided that if touching her tits with his cock was ok, then it must also be ok with his mouth. I was startled to see him sucking Amber's nipples, caressing her chest, all the while still madly pumping his cock. Before I could register my feelings about this sexual intimacy or intervene, my dick jumped and my breath caught. I watched as the German abruptly sat up, arched his pelvis forward with his throbbing pole pointing directly at Amber, and came. The German's cock pulsed as he shot glops of semen onto Amber's tits, her nipples, her neck, and arms. With each spurt, viscous liquid splashed, pooled, and dripped onto and off her body. One or two ropes overshot her body and hit the sand, clumping in strings and beads like a child's glue project. Amber did not flinch or show surprise when the German's cum splattered on her--she just lay still until the deluge had dwindled to drops. She then opened her eyes, smiled, and pulled herself up onto her elbows, and gazed down at her cum speckled body. Looking over at me she purred, "Mmm, warm." A deep longing burned in my loins as she casually dragged a finger through a blob of semen between her boobs and traced across first one nipple then the other, her eyes locked on mine. She lay back down, slid her hand down across her belly, and resumed rubbing and circling her clit. This all triggered some primal reaction in me, and I knew I had to have my cock inside her right then. I needed to ravage her and own her with strength and control. My base instincts of power, proprietorship, and lust superseded any caution or concern about where and what we were doing, or how public. Without a word I moved aggressively toward where Simon was kneeling between Amber's wide open legs--he awkwardly jumped back out of my way in reaction to my approach. I knelt facing Amber, my erection straining to reach her waiting cleft, relishing the sight of her inner petals--open, pink, wet, and tender. Amber slid her hands out to her thighs, offering her aroused pussy to me, glistening in the sunlight. I shuffled forward to accept her treasured gift. I rubbed my cock up and down between her labia lips, lubricating with her copious fluids and feeling her softness--my arousal flared as I caught a brief waft of her ambrosial scent. I thrust smoothly and forcefully into her, feeling the muscles of her vagina tighten and pull at my cock as I slid in and nearly out, then pushed in further, all the way until our pelvises met. We fucked with raw lust, without tenderness--my balls slapped her ass cheeks and my dick touched her cervix with the deeper thrusts. I could feel perspiration run down my forehead, aware of random drops falling onto her naked flesh below. She continued to furiously rub her clit as I pounded in and out of her, both of us roiling with sexual pleasure and building toward our approaching release. Her body writhed wildly--she almost rocked my cock out of her pussy. Then she froze, muscles clenched, her pelvis contracted, lifted, and holding me inside her. I felt her vaginal walls spasm uncontrollably around my cock as her body shuddered. She arched back, lifting her hips against me as if to take me deeper, and gave a guttural moan. "Aaah, oh god, mmmm...mmhm, hrmmrrmm," as her whole body trembled. Her pussy released a flood of juice, escaping around my swollen shaft and coating my balls. As Amber's orgasm subsided I resumed thrusting with increasing speed, my climax fast building down deep inside, its arrival imminent. But my climactic journey was interrupted when I happened to look up at Simon. He had moved up by Amber's chest and was rubbing his rigid cock all over her cum splattered tits and nipples, smearing them and himself with the German's cum. I paused my movement, holding deep inside Amber's pussy as I processed this. My eyes then widened as Amber reached out and wrapped her hand around Simon's cum smeared cock and started stroking it, her hand gliding smoothly up and down its well-lubricated shaft. I took in the sight, but was so worked up and needing to cum that I shook my head as if dismissing some distraction and resumed thrusting forcefully in and out of Amber's drenched pussy. Feeling my shaft sliding inside her velvety wetness, I savored the build-up to my pending release--the release of hours of pent-up sexual energy. At the same time, a corner of my mind also wondered how things had evolved so far beyond simple exhibitionism. Which turned out to be an understatement, as Amber again took things a step further. I watched with disbelief as Amber pulled Simon's hard pole towards her and guided it towards her mouth. I slowed somewhat but continued fucking Amber, the erotic scene before me unfolding as in a dream. My cock jerked as Amber parted her lips to greet her new visitor. She ran her tongue around the head, with a mixture of Simon's pre-cum and the German's cum forming strings from her mouth to his cock that stretched and shrunk or broke as she dipped closer and away. She then slid her lips fully over the head and down his shaft. The sight of Simon's cock disappearing into Amber's mouth sent me over the edge, and I felt an electric jolt deep in my groin like a detonator triggering an explosive. With a grunt, I rammed my cock into Amber's pussy and rapidly pounded hard and fast as I felt semen rush up from my balls, along the length of my cock, and explode with volume and force deep inside her. Amber's vaginal walls pulsated in response to my eruption, as I continued to pump cum into her. She paused her blowjob and devoted her attention to me as I frenetically fucked through my ejaculatory spasms. As my climax subsided I slowed and continued to press more gently into her until I began to soften. I pulled out, still partially erect despite my massive orgasm. Both Amber's labia and my dick were covered with a cocktail of cum and her pussy juice. The thick fluid hung, stretched, then dripped off my cock as if in slow motion, and fell back onto her clit and open lips. My body was still taut, aroused, and my skin felt like it was on fire, while at the same time I felt sated. Sitting back, I took a moment and contemplated Amber lying nude in the sunshine, catching her breath--legs spread, with one hand still gripping Simon's erect dick. Her vagina was gaping from just being filled with my cock, and I watched with fascination as a pearl of white semen appeared at her opening, then swelled in size as more began to collect and press out. A small glob of cum overflowed and oozed out of her vagina and slid down along her perineum, across her anus, then dropped onto her towel. Dried cum was still visible on her tits, nipples, and neck, along with a few stray droplets splattered on her belly. I registered the entire erotic image in my mental "fantasy wanking material" file for future use. It has had plenty of use. Amber twisted up on one elbow and resumed sucking Simon, generously continuing the blowjob she had started. She audibly slurped his cock, one hand at the base and pulling it far in, lips spread and pulling with each thrust. It was so damn hot my cock twitched and started to harden again. And I wasn't the only one experiencing an encore erection. Hearing a noise to my side, I looked over and saw that the German had moved closer to me for a better view of Amber's open cum soaked pussy--he was once again hard and stroking his cock. We made eye contact, and he smiled. He whispered with awe as he regarded Amber, "Sehr geil." He continued to wank as he watched my Amber suck Simon's dick. I silently nodded my agreement, getting the gist of his remark if not sure of the exact translation--he, she, and the situation were hot, or he was horny, maybe both. I gave it but a fleeting thought. By then my emotions whirled and most rational thought had long since dissipated. I left the German and crawled closer to Amber's upper body for a better view of her magic mouth working Simon's cock. I was unexpectedly aroused and fascinated seeing her sliding a stranger's cock into her mouth. I wrapped my hand around my cock again, imagining how it felt to be the cock Amber was swallowing. I was tangentially aware that down below, the German had slid over and was kneeling between Amber's still open legs, facing her. He methodically stroked his rod in the air directly above Amber's drenched pussy. Catching movement further out, I looked past Amber and Simon to see that we had been joined by two voyeurs, watching us. By that point I seemed no longer capable of being startled or worried about the public risks of our conduct--I didn't experience the flash of fear or nervousness at being "caught" that I had just a short time earlier. I simply noted that they were there, watching, and turned on. The two men stood about twelve feet away, facing us with their backs to the sea. One was an old man, thin and saggy, with grey sparse hair, and the other was a young guy probably in his late teens, fit and vibrant. They were vigorously pumping their cocks--the old man didn't seem fully hard, the younger was both hard and large. They both seemed content to watch and wank from a distance and didn't make any move to approach. The fact that they were there, however, added to my swirling melee of arousal and emotions, fueling the dreamlike fantasy of events that seemed to be unfolding, unbidden and unpredictable. I turned my attention back to Amber, and to Simon's cock appearing and disappearing into her mouth. I absent-mindedly continued to stroke my almost fully recovered erection as I watched, engrossed and turned on by the sight, neither jealous nor concerned at that moment. It was so sexy and hot, I just loved seeing her loving a cock like that. I was on some level astounded that she would be there, in public, exposed, engaging in sex with strangers, but that thought only served to heighten my arousal. Glancing back at the German, his cock was poised just inches above Amber's gaping pussy, rock hard and pulsing. His cock's head was pointed slightly down towards her belly as he stroked its length and looked between her pussy and the blowjob a few feet away. He was basically in the same position Simon was in earlier when I had told Simon to stay outside of her. He looked up at me and asked, "Darf Ich?" ("May I?") I hesitated but a moment, thinking he was asking permission to cum on Amber's pussy and belly. I looked at Amber gulping down Simon's cock, her body already smeared with suntan oil, perspiration, and cum, and back to the German, then to Amber's dripping pussy. A mental image of him shooting cum out over Amber's tidy pubes and belly caused my dick to twitch with pleasure. I shook my head in surrender at the situation and shrugged, "What the fuck, at this point why not?" With a curt nod, I added, "Go ahead, I think she'll like it." The German smiled, nodded, and leaned forward. But he didn't cum as I expected. Rather, he pressed the long underside of his shaft between Amber's pussy lips and started sliding forward and back between them like a saw. His cock head popped up and out towards her belly then almost back down to her clit as he rubbed back and forth along her cleft, which was well lubricated with a mix of Amber's pussy juice and my cum. Amber's matching gyrations confirmed that the soft underside of the German's cock was rubbing along her clit. I found myself once again torn between thinking I should put a brake on things and being turned on and fascinated. Everything seemed to be careening over ever-changing edges, happening too fast for me to register or think things through. Before I could react Amber tensed and began to thrust her pelvis strongly in counter motion to the German's stimulation. She clearly liked what he was doing. Then I heard Simon groan and I snapped my head up towards the sound. Amber's physical reaction to her clit's pleasuring was timed perfectly with the climax of Simon's blowjob, as he cried out, "Oooh, yes, shit...yah...aaaah." With wide eyes, I saw his balls contract and could actually see his cock pulse repeatedly along its length as he pumped cum into Amber's mouth. She swallowed much but couldn't take it all--cum spilled out past her lips and ran down over her chin and hand. She pulled away and kept wanking Simon's cock as several smaller spurts landed on her shoulder and neck. Before Amber had licked even a drop of Simon's cum off her lips she threw her head back and arched her back with a groan, tits thrusting to the sky. Like a tennis spectator looking back and forth to follow the action, I flipped my head back down to her crotch to see what had happened. I was shocked to see the German had shifted from his external rubbing and had thrust his cock fully inside Amber's drenched pussy. Stunned, I felt as if I were in some crazy erotic dream. One action running into and overlapping another, bodies entwined, cumming, writhing, my attention flipping from one scene to another--and completely out of my control. 
 At that point, I was so overwhelmed I could only sit and watch, enthralled. My iron rod throbbed to the rhythm of the couple's thrusts. Amber arched her back then dropped back down and contracted her pelvis, rocking in sync with the German's thrusts. She looped her arms behind her bent knees and pulled her legs open and up to her shoulders, splitting her pussy wide open. She demanded, breathlessly, "Oh, fuck yes, fuck...mmm." I absorbed the pure sexuality of the scene before me, and any nascent thoughts of intervening fled my mind. As the German pounded her pussy, Amber had a manic look on her face, lost to her surroundings, focused only on being fucked. Her breathing became faster, shallower, and ragged. She hummed and moaned with pleasure, her sounds joining the distant noise of the waves in a symphony of intensity and power. Her entire body was wet with oil, sweat, and semen--it seemed almost to glow in the sun's reflection. She suddenly tensed, froze, then shook as her orgasm coursed through her, muscles visibly quivering. "Oh, fuck, oh my god, fuu-mmmmms...holy shit mmmm." She continued to breathe hard and fast as German kept vigorously driving into her, panting with the ongoing exertion. It was amazing. Hedonistic. Sexy. My brain struggled with sensory and emotional overload--I was both confused and incredibly aroused, swimming in the sea of erotic visual and physical sensations. My dick was hard, straining, and throbbing, fully recovered and feeling ready to explode. The German howled and came just after Amber did. I thought his first spurt might have launched inside her vagina, but he quickly pulled out and shot several ropes onto her belly and pussy, painting her trimmed dark patch of pubic hair and pussy lips like drizzled frosting on a cinnamon roll. An errant shot landed far up onto one of her already cum-crusted boobs. Final drops oozed out and dripped onto her swollen clit and labia as he milked himself dry. I just sat there, stunned, and horny. Amber ran her open hand across her pussy and up her abs, circling and smearing the cum up and onto and all over her tits, her body gyrating seductively, rubbing the cum in as if it were suntan lotion. Her expression was one of pure satisfaction--maybe a bit proud of herself, certainly pleased. She looked to me, to my hard cock, and smiled. Hearing a grunting sound, I looked over at our other watchers and saw the younger of our two standing voyeurs give tribute to our spectacle. He arched his back with cock jutting forward, one hand on his waist and the other pumping his cock with abandon. He shot a jet of cum in a great arc, hitting the sand a good four or five feet away, followed by three or four more spurts landing out at diminishing distances. I watched, oddly fascinated at seeing the grains of sand splay, semen clumping in dark patterns as his cum splatted on the sand. Our eyes met--he simply nodded with a slight smirk, turned, and walked away. I looked up at Amber to see her watching him with a smile. Floating in a haze of orgasmic pleasure, she muttered half to herself, "That for me? Well, thank ye kindly sir." She gave a big sigh and stretched. The older voyeur was just standing and watching, no longer wanking, looking back and forth between the young guy and us. I don't know what he did or when he left--my attention was drawn back to movement by my erotic dream of a girlfriend. Amber rolled out from under the German and onto her hands and knees. Like a predatory cat, she crawled towards me, her dark hair framing part of her face and her blazing blue eyes zeroed in on mine like lasers. Her cum coated tits and nipples gently swayed as she moved--a single drop of cum stretched down from her nipple, clung a few moments then fell to the sand. Transfixed by the sight, I briefly imagined the view she would be presenting to the other two men: the muscles of her taut ass flexing as she crawled, her little pucker of anus hovering above her cum soaked pussy. Reaching me, Amber pressed my chest to guide me onto my back, my cock standing tall and proud at attention for her. With a gleam in her eye, she stroked my rigid length, then kissed the tip of my cock. I felt electricity ignite my balls and dick as she ran her tongue around the head, then along the shaft. I felt smooth warm wetness envelop me as she wrapped her lips around my cock head, then took my length well into her mouth. All thoughts of others watching, or the fact we were out in the open in broad daylight on a public beach simply vanished with the intensity of the moment. My arousal and my focus were then only on her, on us. Amber slowly sucked and licked me, her warm wet mouth engulfing my cock, her hand squeezing the base and adding little strokes. Waves of pleasure rippled through me as I felt the pressure along my shaft as she sucked when pulling out, and the play of her tongue under and around the head. I felt the familiar pressure building deep in my balls and knew I wouldn't last long. Then abruptly she stopped. I looked down to see what was wrong but saw that she was simply moving up to straddle my pole and was poised just above my cock's head. Locking eyes with me with a hint of a smile, she reached down and sensuously rubbed my cock head slowly between her sopping wet pussy lips, sliding and coating me with the mix of cum and juices. My dick was on fire with anticipation, straining with the desire to enter her wet vagina. She then started easing herself down. As if in slow motion, I watched the tip of my cock press between her swollen pussy lips, separating and opening them, the head disappearing as I popped just inside her vagina. She held still a moment, as we both savored the exquisite feeling of penetration. I drank in the sight of her sex-drenched patch of dark pubic hair above her labia lips and my cock pressed just inside her, most of the shaft visible. She then dropped fully down on me, my cock penetrating her deeply in one smooth motion, our pelvises meeting. Her vagina was so lubricated, warm, and juicy--I felt her tightly engulf my erection with tiny spasms along my entire length. She sat up and I grasped and caressed her aroused nipples and tits, enjoying the sight and feel of their compact softness. Amber rode me both hard and gently, sometimes lifting and sliding down, sometimes grinding her pelvis forward and back to stimulate her clit. She would sit up and pull my hands to hold and squeeze her tits, play with her nipples, then drop forward and kiss me. I was lost in the moment, the feelings, the sun, her warm tight pussy on my cock, her lips on mine. I felt our mutual climax building, gentler this time, fuller and more intense. When she suddenly contracted and shivered, her vagina pulsing and gripping--her orgasm triggered my own and we came together, our bodies shuddering in unison, joined and beautiful. Amber collapsed forward onto me, gently connecting our lips in a tender kiss, then relaxed her head down next to mine. We simply lay together for a while with my cock still inside her, nearly dozing in the warm sun, the sound and smell of the sea accompanied by the occasional call of a gull. Her weight was comforting, and both of us focused only on enjoying the moment. The closeness, the relaxation--the warmth, exhaustion, and aftermath of incredible sex. I eventually felt my cock slip out of her pussy as I softened, while still holding each other. Finally Amber rolled off and we sat up, stretching languorously and smiled with pleasant satisfaction. We each wondered to ourselves what to say to our random sex partners now that the bizarre events of the day had wound down. But as we looked around, anticipating some awkwardness, it took a moment for us to register that everyone was gone--they had all left during our most intimate joining. We were alone together in the late afternoon sun, nude, satiated, and content. End

No Strings on Annie by drbenway © Jenny and I were sitting around my kitchen table, shooting the shit, when she noticed the boys up on the roof. She was looking out across my back yard at the new house they were putting up on the lot behind us. As always, both our husbands were away on business, and, as always we were bored, drinking coffee to try to spark some life back into ourselves and the shit we were shooting. From where we were sitting, double sliding glass doors look out on the pool. It was around ten in the morning, the sun coming down hard and bright on the flat blue water, reflecting heat and glare back at us. Along with the pounding from the construction back there, it was giving me a headache. Jenny got up to close the blinds. "Hey, look, they're up there putting on the roof." "Yeah," I grumbled. "There goes our nice private pool. The upstairs windows are going to look right down into our yard." "Guess you're right. But it looks like we get the view, for now," she laughed, still standing there, holding the blinds cord. "How's that?" "Come over here and take a look." I did, and saw three boys about college age, clambering around on the partially shingled roof. What Jenny was talking about was the fact that they were quite good looking and had their shirts off, showing off their lean, glistening, well muscled chests. "I see what you mean." We watched them in silence for a moment. "But you're right," Jenny admitted as she pulled the cord, shutting them out. "I was looking forward to a swim. I don't know if I want to put on a show for those boys, though. I might be a little too much for them." She laughed, just kidding around, but it set up some kind of a current in both our heads that swirled around and swirled around, until it began to take a definite shape. We were talking about other things, but the sound of the hammers from out back kept us aware of those boys up there on the roof. Finally, I said what we both were thinking: "You know, it might be kind of fun to take a swim and put on a show." Jenny looked at me sharply, trying to gauge my meaning. Then she laughed. "Hmm," she said. "Maybe." "Wait." I jumped up and ran back into the bedroom. "I've got just the thing." I rummaged around in my bureau till I found what I was looking for, then wadded it up in a ball and closed my fingers around it. It was almost hidden in my hand. I was laughing when I walked back into the kitchen, holding my closed fist in front of me. "Tom brought this back from his trip to Brazil. It was a joke, but I knew I'd find a use for it some day. I guess if we're going to put on a show, we should make it a good one." I opened up my hand and showed it to Jenny. She looked puzzled at first. I looked down at the wad of colorful cloth ties that lay wound up in a ball in my palm and understood. If I hadn't known what it was supposed to be, I wouldn't have recognized it either. "It's a swimsuit!" I said. "A string bikini from Rio." I unraveled the ball and spread it out. It was truly remarkable. That it was supposed to be the sole covering for a woman on a public beach was fantastic. It was the absolute minimum, just three tiny triangles of cloth and some thin folded cloth ties. The two triangles of the top were scarcely wide enough to cover the average width of a nipple, and the bottom provided only a single triangle in front to cover a neatly trimmed pubic patch. The back was nothing but string. Of course, Tom had bought it for just that reason. I had modeled it for him once, and it had lain in my drawer ever since. There was nowhere in the U.S. that such a suit could be worn without running afoul of the law, with the possible exception of a nude beach. Jenny gasped when she saw what it was. She picked it up and marveled. "I don't believe it. No way. It wouldn't stay on. You'd be flopping out all over the place." She looked at me in outright astonishment and we both burst into uncontrollable giggles. But at the same time I was thinking how right she was. And particularly about me. Jenny has a nice figure, but not heavy on top. I'm OK too, but decidedly heavy on top. I remembered when I modeled it for Tom. I had to walk very slow and very smooth to keep the damn thing from slipping off. Jenny might get away with it, but on me it would be just plain obscene. She looked at me amazed. "You're going to wear this out there for a swim?" "Well," I gulped, "if we're going to give them a show, I thought maybe one of us could." "What, me?" She held up her hands and vigorously shook her head. "Oh, no." "Well, one of us." Jenny was skeptical. "Yeah? Well, it would be a show alright. Especially on you," she laughed. "Now that would be something to see. Those boys would probably fall off the roof. On me, no big deal. Right? So,... I guess you should be the one." "Oh yeah. You want me to flop all over the place and make a fool of myself. You'd be all tight curves and put-together in it. Bet if we put it up to the boys, I could tell you which way they'd go." "Maybe," Jenny answered, challenging, "but you'd never have the nerve to wear it anyway." "Oh," I shot back. "Is that right. But you would?" "I didn't say that." "If I did, would you?" "Well ..." "Come on. It'd be a kick." "Okay." Jenny challenged me. "But you'll never do it." "I would," I answered. "I will. But let's flip a coin or something to see who goes first." "I don't believe you. You couldn't. It would be ... indecent exposure." "No, it wouldn't. It's my yard. It's fenced up to six feet high. It's private. They'd be the ones intruding, really. Right?" "In theory, I guess." "Well, who's going to do it?" Jenny looked incredulous. "Annie, really, I don't think you could. You're just not built for it." "Oh," I snorted. "Is that right, little Miss Trim? I'll have you know I've already tried it on, and it is possible." "Oh, Annie, that's not what I meant." But she still looked doubtful. "You really going to wear that out there with those boys looking down? You think it's even safe?" "Oh, shit," I laughed weakly. "What are they going to do, come in and rape us? They're just boys. They get goggle-eyed watching us; they go home and beat off." "Maybe, but they're just a few years younger than us, you know. If I remember right, boys that age can be downright studs." "Not with us they won't. This is just a show. Okay?" "Sure. Fine with me. This I want to see. I still don't think you've got the nerve to walk out the door in it." "We'll see," I said, showing more confidence than I felt. "So go ahead," Jenny challenged. "I've got my suit right here. Let's go now, before it gets too hot." She smirked at me as she pulled her T-shirt over her head and slipped off her sneakers. I matched her, but when she next unhooked her bra and let it fall away from her firm round breasts, I felt self-conscious about letting out my own overstuffed chest. Not that I'm in bad shape. I work out five days a week and watch my weight. My waist is as slim as Jenny's. But my tits are just so goddamn big. It's embarrassing. I finally let them loose. "My God," Jenny marvelled innocently. "You'll never get them into that suit." "I will too," I shot back. I started tying the stupid little top around me below the damn things. When I twisted it around so the little triangles were in front, and pulled them up over my nipples, it looked like Jenny might be right. But the material was slightly stretchy, so it managed to cover and hold on. I tied the strings tightly behind my neck and stood up. By carefully tugging the triangle patches into place, my breasts stayed nominally in the suit, though acres of untanned flesh bulged out around all three sides of the tiny patches. Jenny broke into nervous giggles. "Oh Annie," she gasped. "Those boys aren't going to believe their eyes." I snorted resentfully and stripped out of my shorts and knickers. The bottom of that stupid suit was worse than the top. I guess I'd forgotten because I'm so sensitive about my oversized chest. But it really was nothing more than a single triangle of cloth with strings attached at each of the corners. I could get it to cover my pubic patch, but that was it. If I sat down, I would have to keep my legs studiously together, or I'd be showing off my naked crotch. Likewise, bending over would be out of the question. I was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole thing. "Well, let's go," Jenny said brightly. We went to the door and peeked around the curtain. The boys were still up there, nailing away. They had shingled about a third of the way up the roof. I put on a pair of sunglasses, pulled the curtain back and slid the glass door open. "Showtime," I whispered grimly. I walked out into the incredibly bright sunshine and moved quickly, but carefully, to the chaise lounge. Jenny followed, still giggling softly to herself. Suddenly the sound of the nailing stopped. Involuntarily, I looked up at the roof. The boys, as I knew they would, were staring fixedly at us ... mostly, I suppose, at me. I was shocked at how close they seemed, and there was something eerie about the silence left behind by their pounding. I sat primly on the chaise, my legs firmly together. Jenny sat at the patio table, a big grin on her face, looking from me to the boys on the roof. The sun was so hard and hot, I felt it broiling the tender skin of my breasts where my normal suit covered and this one didn't. In fifteen minutes, I'd have a burn. "Jenny, would you get me some sunscreen? We forgot to bring it out, and I'm not ready for the ass part of the show," I whispered wryly. "Sure, Annie." She could hardly stifle a laugh. "You sure got their attention," she teased as she scampered back into the house. While she was gone, I studied the reaction of the boys from behind my sunglasses. They were still focused intently on my nakedness, though they tried to look like they were working. Once in a while, they pounded down another nail. I started to feel a little better. Walking out the door, I felt like I was walking into the unknown, losing control. Suddenly it hit me. I was in control now, more than ever. Those boys were like puppets on a string. I could shift innocently on the chaise and cause them to fall off the roof. I smiled to myself. I thought about what my next move should be. I was still perched somewhat stiffly on the lounge. Consciously, I shifted to a more relaxed posture. I found a new kind of thrill to the suspense of it all. The least wrong move could result in the forbidden zones of my body flashing free to the audience watching breathlessly in the balcony. Jenny returned with the sun cream. "I see they haven't lost interest," she commented, handing it to me. "No. And I haven't either." "Well," Jenny exclaimed. "I'm glad to see our little experiment is working. You seemed so ... I don't know ... angry, at first. Why not have some fun with it? Right?" "Easy for you to say. You're not the one whose boobs are hanging in her lap." We both laughed at that. "No," she answered, "but I might try on that suit, later, just for fun." "For our friends on the roof?" "Maybe. Why not?" "Hey," I said, "why not?" I squirted some of the cream on my palm and rubbed it over the white skin around the tiny triangles covering my nipples. It felt so good, I slipped my hand under the cloth and creamed right over the whole tit. I had to be careful sliding my hand out from under the suit, but once I did, I found that the cream actually helped to keep the top in place. I quickly creamed the other one, then performed a similar manuver on the bottom. The boys were dead silent again. Jenny, too, was watching me intently. I realized I was starting to feel the odd fluttering in my stomach that is always the first flicker of sexual arousal for me. And I knew it was the kindling of that fire they were feeling through me, some kind of erotic union that engulfed us all. That was the control I had. I stretched extravagantly and pointed my toes across the pool at the boys on the roof. "Mmm," I sighed. "This sun is delicious. Come on, Jenny, lie down and soak it up. If you get hot, that's what the pool is for." "Okay." She walked over to the other chaise, right beside me and dropped it down to the reclining position. "We're going to get those boys in trouble. They're not making much progress on that roof," she joked as she lay down on her stomach. "Mmm," I murmurred, half to myself. "We better make it worth their while, huh?" Jenny's laugh had a nervous tingle. "Yeah. Just what I was thinking." A little later, the sun was getting so hot, I needed to turn over. That wasn't going to be quite as easy as it sounds. Given that there was nothing but a string running through my crotch, I wasn't quite sure what would be exposed if I rolled over. Another complication would be the manuevers necessary to get the chaise down to the full reclining position. Anyway I planned it, it seemed my butt was going to be pointed directly at them at one time or another, probably giving them a more obscene view of my anatomy than I was quite ready for. Jenny saw me squirming. "You ready for that swim?" I glanced over at her and saw her shading her eyes with her hand and looking at me out of the corner of her eye, her mouth slightly crooked in a thin ironic smile. She had something in her head, but I said: "Yeah. Okay." She stood up and walked to the edge, did a nice flat racing dive and stroked to the far end of the pool. "Wow," she said standing up in the shallow water, laughing, "come on in. It's great." I stood up to follow and felt my breasts threaten to rip free of their minimal restraints. Suddenly I understood Jenny's secret smile. My Brazilian string was never going to stay put through a swim. Jenny was just waiting to see me humiliated, fumbling to cover my outrageous chest, running for the house. I walked carefully to the edge of the pool, vowing I'd never give her that satisfaction, at the same time wildly stimulated by the silent stares of my audience. I dove in gracefully, but a little deeper than Jenny had, conscious of the flash of buns they'd be seeing as I slashed into the water. A split second later, I was aware of how much more they'd be seeing when I came up. The suit seemed to lose all sense of purpose the minute it hit the water. The same stretchiness that helped to cover, when I artfully pulled it into position, allowed it to wander aimlessly when it felt the first tug of the water. My breasts were definitely floating free, and the bottom seemed to have become similarly displaced. I swam along, underwater, trying vainly to corral my breasts beneath the tiny triangles. No way. I saw Jenny's legs as I approached the shallow end. I couldn't see her face, but I could picture her laughing as she looked down at my struggle under the water. She had been egging me on all the way, just waiting for this. I swam up to her and pulled the bottom of her two piece suit down around her knees before I popped my head above the surface to get a breath. She was laughing, alright. I heard her as the water cleared from my eyes. It wasn't the nasty "ha ha, look at you" -type laugh I was imagining, though. It was more the uncontrollable giggles of high spirited play. I finally got my floating boobs contained and ventured to stand up. Jenny was still watching me with that challenging mischievous smirk on her face. I figured she must have pulled her suit back up, her expression was so smugly amused. But then I saw it floating away under water. She hadn't pulled it up; she'd kicked it off. I must have watched it with my mouth open, because she broke out laughing again, just before she lowered herself underwater and swam back to the deep end. I watched her buns flashing up through the rippling surface and wondered what the boys could see - probably not a lot less than I could, I guessed. I dove under and swam after her, giving them the same view. My brain was spinning. The anger at Jenny mixed with embarrassment for my oversized tits; the sexual tension of teasing the boys on the roof somehow feeding the irrational sense of power I'd found in this ridiculous situation; now confusion over Jenny's game growing into a gnawing sexual fear. What was she doing? I shivered as I swam, and not from the temperature. The water felt cool and silky sliding over my skin. At the end of the pool, Jenny was hanging with her back to the side. Her legs scissored softly around the shocking patch of darkness at her crotch. I came up beside her, automatically repositioning my misplaced strings. In a moment, the suit was nominally back on, the water cleared from my eyes, and Jenny was laughing again at the questions that knitted my brow. "Well, you seemed so uptight," she said. "I thought it might be more fun if we both played the game. Come on." Then she dove under again, her shocking white buns rippling the surface, and swam away. I glanced up at the boys before I followed. They had dropped all pretense of work, gathered on one of the supports, and just sat there watching us. It was the look on their faces, so serious and intense, that finally made me understand why Jenny laughed. I smiled to myself as I went under and swam like a maniac after her, my breasts bobbing around me like a set of water wings. She was standing against the shallow side of the pool, with her back to the boys, her buns hidden by the wall. I came up beside her, also turned away from the boys. "Annie, I told you that suit woudn't fit you," she grinned, when she saw my boobs hanging free. "I know," I laughed ruefully, trying to get it back in place for the third time. "Well, you said I could try it. Let's see how it fits me." "You mean now," I started to say. But she was already untying the strings in back. "Hey," I protested. Jenny pulled the top away and I just stood there. I was still confused, but I couldn't help but notice how good it felt to be rid of those binding, useless strings. Jenny moved out away from the wall of the pool and faced me. Her pubic patch was just inches below the surface of the water. I was sure the boys could see it as clearly as I could. But I guess that didn't matter to Jenny, because she looked at the strings quizzically for a moment, then laughed: "Amazing!" half to herself, and pulled her own top over her head. Her sleek firm breasts gleamed in the bright sunshine. "Guess this one wouldn't fit you, either," she said, flinging her top up on the deck. She began to tie the strings into place. "Well, how about some help," she said, turning around. I moved toward her in a kind of trance. She was leading me through this game and I just wasn't quick enough to catch up to her. I felt my naked breasts swaying in front, however, remembered the boys behind me, and managed to keep my back to them. I grabbed the strings and tied them in a bow at the center of her back. When she turned around, I had to work at a smile. "So, how do I look," she chirped brightly. Jenny looked fantastic in the suit. She reminded me of the models in Sports Illustrated. All she needed was the tan to match the coverage of the suit. Yet the whiteness surrounding the tiny patches of cloth only seemed to emphasize the open sexuality that she flaunted. I knew the boys must be melting, and I was downright jealous. "Not bad," I sniffed. "I guess your breasts are small enough to fit that tiny thing." Jenny laughed merrily, her eyes sparkling. "See. I told you. Now let me try the bottom." "What?" I exploded. "You're crazy. That'll leave me bare-ass naked. No way." "No fair. You promised," Jenny whined, imitating a spoiled child. "No way. I'm already humiliated enough. How am I supposed to get from the pool back into the house without giving those boys a big thrill?" "What's wrong with that?" she smiled, innocently. "And, Annie, you're right about one thing." "What." "You are a big thrill." She dove under again, and came after me, trying to get the bottoms untied. This time I was ready. I'm bigger and stronger than she is, so I pushed her away easily, before she could get her hands on the dangling ties. I dove under and swam to where the bottom half of her two-piece was resting on the bottom. Jenny was right behind me, so I grabbed it and surfaced, throwing it as far across the deck as I could. "How do you like that, little Miss Wise-Ass," I teased when Jenny came up beside me. "If I've got to parade myself topless. You're going bottomless." "Oh yeah," she shot back and went under again, going after what was left of my tiny Brazilian string. I pushed her away and started back to the shallow end. But Jenny was faster, and I felt her hands grabbing at the loose ends of the strings as I pulled and kicked through the water. She managed to get one side untied, before I came up. I heard her giggle as she came up for a breath. It stopped when she dived back under and went for the other side. I was getting annoyed, and I had my feet back on the bottom of the pool. When she came at me, I caught her around the waist and pulled her right up out of the water. At least her legs and butt came up. She was holding onto my leg under water, so only her bottom half broke the surface. Her legs were kicking and squirming in the air, and I realized what a fine show I was giving the boys. I threw her away from me, but she caught one of the strings and the little triangle of cloth slipped away with her. I was standing there in three feet of water, in plain view of three young men I'd never seen before, stark naked. It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant, I found. I only wondered what was next. Jenny surfaced, strings in hand, crowing in triumph. "I got it. I got it." She threaded it through her crotch and started tying it at her hip. "Now you can see how it's supposed to look." She smiled when she said it, just a teasing wisecrack, but it stung. I guess I was still sensitive about my outrageous voluptuousness, especially standing there with it all hanging out. When Jenny finished tying the strings on, it didn't do anything for my self-confidence. She looked fabulous. Even under water, I could tell that the minimum coverage of the suit just set off her lithe curves. There was no doubt that what she said was true, the stupid little suit actually fit her. On me, it was a joke. "Okay," I sniffed. "You think you look so good in it. Let's see you model it. Do a promenade around the pool. See what the boys think." "Oh. That's a great idea." She swam gacefully back to the deep end and climbed the ladder out of the pool. The perfect curves of her back and buns and legs were unobstructed for me and the boys. She turned to face us, smiling. I wondered how I'd ever worn such a thing. Even on Jenny's more petite frame, it looked like nothing. But she was beautiful, and the suit did nothing to hide it. She walked around the pool with studied poise and grace, the expression on her face conveying the real enjoyment she took in showing off her body. I glanced over my shoulder at the boys. They hadn't moved. They stared at Jenny with open admiration and astonishment. I was supremely jealous. Jenny finished her modeling just behind me on the lip of the pool at the shallow end. I couldn't turn to look at her without showing my breasts to the boys. "Well?" she said, waiting for my reaction. "You look wonderful in it," I admitted grudgingly. "I'm sure the boys would say so, too." She did a flat racing dive and swam to the deep end, then back to me. When she stood up, adjusting the tiny nipple patches, I had to smile, thinking of all the trouble the damn suit had given me. "Okay," I said before she could gloat. "You proved your point. The suit looks good on you; looks silly on me. You can have the damn thing. But, there's just one problem. How am I going to get out of the pool and back in the house, now, without making a big spectacle of myself." Jenny looked puzzled. "What do you mean? I thought that was the point." "Well, yeah,..." I spluttered. "But not like this. Jenny, I'm stark naked. I can't just climb out of the pool and casually walk back to the house with these bazooms bouncing around like grapefruit in a sack." She smiled at that. "You're right. Your audience would be so disappointed. You've got to give them a better show than that. What I think you should do is grab some more rays on the chaise lounge. That would knock their eyes out." "But Jenny," I gasped, "I couldn't do that. At least with those tiny patches in place, I could pretend to myself I was covered. It's different with nothing at all." "Yeah. It's more fun. Let them see the real you. Forget about pretending. Believe me, without the suit, they won't see much more, but the impact is ten times as much. You get out there and let them see you that way, they won't even know I'm here." "Well, what are you going to do?" I asked. "Think I'll do some laps." She started to swim away. "Wait, Jenny. I don't think I can do this. Go get me a towel, will you?" I felt like I could hardly breathe, from the tension that had built inside me. Jenny turned around and looked at me appraisingly. "Well, I will if you want me to. But I don't think you do. Swim a couple laps with me and think it over. Then, if you want a towel, I'll go get you one." She took off, surging strokes pulling her through the water. The narrow strings became invisble under the churning water, but the lasting impression was not of her nakedness, but of her grace and strength. Somehow it gave me confidence. Jenny seemed to know what this was about. She seemed comfortable. On her second lap, I pushed off beside her. The water slid around me smooth and cool. I had to work hard to keep up Jenny's pace, but I began to feel stronger almost immediately. I thought of competitive swimmers shaving their bodies to cut down on the drag. My body seemed to flow through the water so much better without the interruptions of a swim suit. As good as I felt, I'm still not as strong a swimmer as Jenny. After about five laps of that short pool, I began to get winded. I pulled up at the deep end and rested hanging from the side of the pool. Without thinking, I turned to watch Jenny's progress. I was about armpit deep in the water, my breasts free-floating in front of me. I heard something like an involuntary exclamation coming from the roof. I looked up and laughed softly. The boys were straining to believe what their eyes were telling them. For the first time since I'd lost the top, I was facing them directly. Their expressions once again showed me the wisdom of Jenny's laughter. They looked astonished and eager, much too serious to act casual. Jenny pulled up after another lap to tread water in front of me. "So," she said. "Feel good?" "Yeah," I drawled, suppressing a grin. "It does." "You going in?" "Uhn, I think maybe I will get some more sun." "Oh." Jenny made wide eyes and moved over beside me. "You ready for this?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Mind if I watch while you get out? I want to see the look on those boys' faces." I wasn't sure what she meant, but I said: "Sure. Go ahead." "Oh," Jenny explained quickly, "I mean from the water, here. I'm going to do some more laps." "Okay." I suddenly realized that the time was upon me. I got a big ball of nerves that rose in my chest and threatened to smother me. At the same time, I was so turned on, my breasts and labia felt like they were burning. A scene of me falling down in a faint as I walked to the chaise lounge flashed through my head. Strangely, I saw it as the boys would have, from up on the roof, a hundred feet away. I knew it was nothing but my overworked immagination, but it put me into a kind of sexual trance. I dove under and swam to the ladder. It came up on the deck just a few paces away from the lounge chairs, but I would be walking directly toward the boys, giving them just the view they strained for. So what, I thought as I grasped the ladder and pulled myself up. I'm going to be laid out on the lounge right in front of them, anyway. I moved purposefully up the ladder and out of the water, without any further coherent thought. The sensations that rippled through my consciousness blended into an erotic trance, and I was only aware of the general feel of them. I walked to the chaise and felt the sensual sway of my breasts, the feline padding of my bare feet on the hard concrete, and the hitch of my hips at each step. I knew that the boys could sense these things almost as personally as I did. Their nerves, I believed had been rubbed as raw in anticipation as mine. My sunglasses were on the small table beside the lounge. The sun was still as strong, and I thought of putting them on, but didn't. I could have hid behind them, and watched the boys with that measure of privacy. But I had decided to show myself to them, and I would do it completely, eyes included. I lay down on my back, again locking my knees together. I didn't want to scare them, and I didn't want to be gross. I heard Jenny murmur, "very nice," just before she took off again into her laps. I guess so, I thought, glancing up at the boys again. I caught one nudging another and making a comment. His face remained serious, and the other nodded. The boys certainly seem to think so. The sun warmed me, and deepened the trance. I squirmed about on the plastic covered mattress of the chaise, trying to find the position that would still the rising tide of my own sensuality. But each new angle just added to the heat. And I was getting careless with my legs, opening them slightly at different angles, teasing the boys, teasing myself. Finally, I rolled all the way over, and gave them my backside. Jenny splashed on, and I felt alone with the boys. My need was growing to the point where I began to understand that it would need relief. I pressed my pubic region into the pliant firmness of the mattress and was rewarded with a pure rush of sex that flooded my veins and centered in my erogenous zones. I was on the edge, but I wanted to hold it there as long as I could. I rolled again to my back and reached for the suntan lotion. Methodically, I spread it over the skin that had never before seen the sun. First my breasts, my big beautiful breasts, that sat up on my chest so round and firm, nipples rigid at attention. The feeling of my hands caressing them was exquisite. Not quite to the point of orgasm, but tantalizingly near. I suppose I rubbed them long after the lotion had been effectively spread, but that didn't worry me. I knew what was next, and the boys knew what was next. Thoroughly savoring each moment leading up to it was a fundamental right, at that stage. Finally, I squirted another glob of the creme into my palm and began to massage it into the whiteness around my pubic hair. I looked down and watched my hands, as if they belonged to someone else. I was a little shocked at how open I was to the boys. My legs had parted, of their own accord, waiting for the magic touch, oblivious to the audience that peered intently into the gap between them. My eyes moved from the obscene whiteness of skin, the darkness of pubic hair glistening with sweat in the brilliant sun; to the boys transfixed on the roof. Involuntarily, I moaned, with the tension that was theirs, as well as mine by then. Urgently my fingers moved, kneading my pubic patch, slipping lower with each stroke, teasing the pleasure point with a light glancing touch. Then I knew I couldn't hold it any longer. One finger slid directly over the point with a firm but gentle pressure. That was all it took. I went into convulsions of sexual release. A part of me held onto a tattered thread of consciousness and struggled to keep my body from erupting into wild undulations of pleasure. That much decorum seemed required by the terms of my unstated agreement with the boys. But my hands moved hungrily over my crotch, while my back arched against rigid stomach muscles and my legs stretched and strained and pointed my toes. It was all I could do to keep inside the wild cries of joy that wanted to burst from me. I lay quietly panting for a while, my body spent, the wild erotic tension totally discharged. I glanced once at the boys, and even they seemed sated. I felt a lingering fondness for them in the afterglow of the experience we had shared, but they had served their purpose, and could go back to work, as far as I was concerned. The sun was hot, and I turned over again, to take it on my back. I fell into a light sleep, that drifted over me like a gentle golden fog. Jenny had to touch my shoulder to rouse me. "Well, I guess you got comfortable with our little game." I rolled over with a sigh and smiled up at her. "Yeah." Her eyes widened in mock surprise and she laughed. "Very comfortable." "Umm," I nodded. "I was thinking about joining you, but I suspect the boys have seen enough. You ready to go in?" "Okay." I stood up slowly, feeling lightheaded. "You want a shower?" "Sure." We walked over to the little lattice enclosure and turned on the dual shower heads. Jenny stripped away her tiny suit and we stood silent under the parallel streams of cool water. There, we were partly obscured from the view of the boys by the lattice, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. The water revived me, bringing back the energy and freshness the sun had sapped from my flesh. I was totally relaxed and receptive to every sensation. I closed my eyes and savored it. When I opened them, I found Jenny staring at me with an odd expression. "You know you are very beautiful," she stated matter-of-factly. "Yes," I answered slowly, thinking it through. "I guess I am, but I wasn't so sure when I saw you in that little suit. I was pretty jealous." "I know you were. But now I hope you can see how silly that was. Right?" "Yeah." "Good," she said, nodding conspiratorially. "That's important." We went back in the house and got dressed. A few moments later, the hammering began again. When we first heard it, we looked at each other and laughed.

Now You See Me bycunninglylinguister© Now You See Me Pt. 04 Rachel heads to summer camp and makes a new friend or two. Summer Camp. When I was a little kid I assumed everyone in the world had the same kind of summers that I did. Ones capitalized by a week away at a church kids/youth camp where we played games, made new friends and found new crushes, apologized to God for the crushes the last night and then went home exhausted and elated. By the time I hit the 10th grade I had emerged from my christian culture bubble and had the profound revelation that everyone in my life up to that point had tried to keep from me, that "there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy/religion" but I had a hard time relating to the experiences of people outside of mine. Anyway, the years passed and camps came and went and I never regretted a single week I spent away with my friends and church and when I graduated and became a "young adult" at 19 it wasn't even a question of whether I would return as a "counselor" to pass on the experiences of my youth to the next in line. So, I signed the dotted line and committed to take my spot as junior counselor of cabin 9 as soon as it was an option. A little over a month later I ran head first into my unexpected "sexual revolution" with Jimmy at my cousins wedding and all the insanity that followed. Now, two weeks had passed since my brother and his friends had discovered Cody and I naked and spent on the bathroom floor in a puddle of my juices and nothing had happened. I don't know what I expected my brother to do, it wasn't like this was the kind of thing that happens in families all the time... at least not that I knew of. All that had happened that day was that after a moment of staring in shock at us and the comment I'd made he grabbed the door and pulled it shut as his friends strained to get a last glance of my slick wet thighs and pussy spread wide on the floor. I heard him tell them it was time to go home and not to ask any stupid questions on their way out. Cody rolled up off the floor and quickly gathered his clothes. He looked down at me laying there unashamed and still panting a little as I watched his fading erection bounce around while he scurried. "I don't know what to say Rachel, that was... incredible. Your brother might kill me but if you ever want to do it again I'm game!" "Thanks Cody, I'll let you know." Was my lame reply and then he was out of the door still pulling on his shorts and shirt and headed down the stairs without a word to my brother. I laid there for a few more minutes, collecting myself and trying to get the reasoning center of my brain to reengage. Eventually, I got up and cleaned the mess on the floor and took a legitimate shower to clean myself and retreated, towel clad this time, to my room. My brother didn't say a word to me about that afternoon, we were a very conservative and moderately Christian family and there just wasn't context to have that conversation. I had no sexual feelings for him, my kink didn't bend in that direction, and I did my best to put his shocked face out of my mind from that day and move on. And we did for the most part... except that his bedroom door was closed more often after that day and the sounds I heard on the other side of the door when I paused to listen sounded like he was having something of a revolution of his own. And I couldn't help but imagine the sight of my slick lips still dripping were playing something of a leading role in it. And now it was the night before camp, the one I'd signed up to be a leader at and that I wasn't sure I should be leading anymore. And I wasn't sure I shouldn't be either, it was all very confusing. When I wasn't in a full on raging horny fit of lust I was still the good conservative church girl I'd always been. I was polite to everyone I met, respectful of all adults and my style fo clothing, soft southern accent and "do it for Jesus" attitude made all the adults in my life trust me and their kids look up to me. I still believed in almost all of the values I had just a few weeks ago, except now I was also driven to orgasm as often and as publicly as possible. I wrestled a lot with whether I should back out of the camp job but in the end decided that I was still a good role model and I still wanted those kids to have the kind of amazing experiences I had growing up and I wanted to be a part of giving it to them. So, I packed my bags, attended the meetings and prepared myself for a week of team spirit, hot sun and adventures of a lifetime. Besides, I wasn't so far gone that I couldn't keep the sexual monster inside of me at bay for 5 days... right? And now here we are three days into camp and all of my emotions have been tossed in a blender with my horniness and I'm lying in my bunk in the counselors cabin trying to keep myself under control. Janet, my co counselor of cabin 9, became best friends on sight at the first training meeting. She was 3 years older than me, red headed, freckled and tall and had more energy than anyone I've ever met. She came to the church camp world by a completely different route than me and her story fascinated me. I grew up in this thing from my earliest memories, she had only gone to a single camp as a senior in high school after a friend invited her and it had changed her life. She had grown up thinking that christian people were a bunch of bigoted weirdo assholes and living the kind of life you see on after school specials, except she was the kid your parents warned you about. This fascinated me, as I said I had lived in a conservative bubble until 10th grade and had never met someone like Janet, so I pumped her for all of the racy stories I could get her to tell me. We stayed up late into the night after all the campers had been sent to their cabins holed up in the corner giggling and blushing as she regaled me with the tales of her misspent youth and I found myself feeling more comfortable and at ease with Janet than I had with anyone else in my life. And then last night happened. It was somewhere around 3 am and we'd said our final sleepy goodnights to each other and rolled over to pass out and be up in 3 hours to run the rat race again. I'd dozed off into blissful sleep but jolted as something woke me. I didn't know what it was at first and laid still listening like you do when you're startled awake, not moving in case the monster under the bed flag you as a target. A few seconds passed and then I heard it. A soft moan coming from the bunk next to mine where Janet was sleeping. For a moment I thought she must be having a nightmare and was running from something in her dream and so I shifted around prepared to nudge her awake. But as I began to stretch my had the few feet between us she moaned again and I froze. The last weeks of my life I had become very familiar with that particular type of moan and it wasn't dream laden fear, it was primal desire that began down deep and welled up out of you without permission. Janet was moaning in desire and pleasure and I couldn't tell if it was in her sleep or wide awake. I quietly pulled my hand back and stared hard into the darkness to try to see what was happening with my friend. It was very dim but I could easily make out the outline of her body under her thin sheet. I couldn't, however, see well enough to tell if her eyes were closed or open. As I stared hard, blinking and then opening my eyes wide to let as much light in as possible I watched her hips rise off the mattress and push into the air. And there, positioned directly over her mound beneath her sheet was her hand pistoning up and down in regular rhythm. Accompanying this thrust was a deep inhalation of breath and then a low guttural growl of pleasure. She had clearly been at this task for a while now and was good and warmed up and close to her peak. I imagine that she had been as quiet as possible for as long as possible but as her release neared she'd begun to lose control of herself and her moans had grown increasingly louder like a gentle alarm clock until they woke me up. I watched in fascination and then in growing desire as her hips thrust into the air again and again with increasing speed and passion, her hand moving fast and faster as her fingers pressed deep inside of her driving her to the finish line. My eyes ran up and down her body wishing her sheet would fall away and reveal the full scope of what was happening under there to my straining eyes. Her other hand was moving back and forth between her small breasts under the thin sheet and I could tell she was pinching and rolling her nipples as she writhed under the ministrations of her own hand. For a moment, as her whole body lifted off the mattress in a particularly hard thrust her left breast pressed against the sheet and I could see the clear outline of her nipple there in the semi-dark and it was too much for me. As quietly as I could I slid my own hand down my stomach and between my legs and found that my panties were soaked through and the mattress under me was moist. I snuck my hand under the waist band of my panties and reveled in the feel of my cool palm sliding over my warm bald mound to my quaking lips. I dipped my finger between my swollen lips and massaged my clit and felt my own hips rise off the mattress in an involuntary spasm. I held my finger still for a moment and felt the first trickle of the tide that was to come slip from me and run down the smooth curve of my butt. Suddenly Janet moaned loudly and the hand that had been working her nipples came up to cover her mouth. Her body went rigid in a gorgeous arch, her pussy thrust to the sky with her fingers buried in it and I watched with deep desire as her whole body shuddered under the force of her orgasm. As she'd pulled her hand from under the sheet to cover her mouth it had slid down to reveal one breast to the dim light and part of my wish came true. My eyes locked unto her bare breast, her nipple a rock hard pebble set against a light pink areola that was perfectly sized in the middle of the small but perky rise of her gorgeous tit. My finger resumed it's motion against my clit with renewed enthusiasm and within seconds my stomach spasming and I gushed warm cum over my thighs and unto the mattress. It took everything I had not to cry out and so I had nothing left to keep my body from spasming as my orgasm shook me to my core. I opened my eyes again and looked for Janets perfect breast but she had pulled her sheet back up and my heart sank a little. I let my eyes drift down her body and remembered the beauty of her thin frame pressed so earnestly agains that sheet and my vagina twitched again in sympathy. As my eyes roamed back up her form and to her perfect face I froze. I couldn't be certain but I thought I could see her eyes open, looking back at me and a wave of fear washed over me that I had ruined a beautiful friendship with my raging lust. Then the corner of her mouth twitched into something between a smirk and a smile and she rolled over and with a deep sigh of contentment she went to sleep. My post orgasm situation was a little more complicated to deal with and for the first time I had a small sense of annoyance at how aggressively I came ever since my awakening. I waited a few moments so as not to be obvious and then slipped from my bunk and padded to the communal bathroom with a dry pair of panties. Camp mattresses are plastic coated for the young kid bed wetters, or 19 year old bed wetters of a different sort as the case may be, so I quietly pulled my sheet off and put a towel down to sleep on. As I drifted off to sleep anxiety warred with desire as I replayed Janets face when she caught me looking at her over and over again. And that brings us to tonight. The day has passed normally, there was not a hint of awkwardness between Janet and I as we ran through the days activities, if anything today was the most fun we've had yet and the kids adore us. But try as I might I also could not tell if there was something more, something physical between us and frustration lurked in my heart alongside the joy of a great day. We'd stayed up late as usual and Janet had told me a few more stories of wild parties and flings with guys in high school. I'd blushed in all the appropriate places but for me, at least, there was a new emotional response to her stories. Being as bold as I dared without risking her disgust and disdain I asked Janet if there had ever been any wild nights with, you know, experiments. She'd acted like she didn't know what I was talking about but I could see the sparkle in her eyes. She'd made me dance around it for a little while in a tight whisper, our heads close together so the other 6 girls that shared our cabin wouldn't overhear our hedonistic talk. Finally she blurted out, "you want to know if I'm a secret lesbian?" "What?! NO! I... I just meant... I mean... not that that's a problem... I just... you know, I've never personally done that, or whatever..." "Whoah there turbo, pump the brakes, I'm not offended, I was just trying to get you to come out and say it." She laughed out loud at this and everyone in the cabin looked toward us for a moment but assumed we were sharing inside jokes and went back to their own stories. I blushed for real this time, it was different with Jane than it had been with Jimmy and Cody. With those guys the raging sex monster inside of me had come alive and taken over all of my actions without thought for consequences. With Janet I didn't want to lose her friendship and I was terrified that the monster was going to awaken and in a loss of control I was going to freak her out and cause her to run away from me forever. I shrunk into myself and giggled a little but it was obvious that I was hurt by her laughter. "Oh God, Rachel, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you! Seriously, I didn't mean anything by it you were just so cute the way you were dancing around the question, so innocent I couldn't help myself. Please, I'm so sorry." The word cute did something weird to me, I'd never been called cute by a friend before, only by guys and it nudged the beast. I felt hope rise that she found me as attractive as I found her but I felt my anxiety rise with it. Touching myself last night while watching her was the most I'd ever acted on any feeling about another girl and I didn't have a clue about how to proceed with these feelings of deep attraction to her. "It's fine, I was being stupid, I'm just curious... I've never known someone who is... or was... or... God I don't know Janet I'm sorry, I'm being stupid." She took my shoulders in both of her hands and turned me toward her, I was looking down at my folded hands and her folded legs in her short shorts that went all the way up her long pale freckled legs. The inseam of those shorts barely covering more than space than the panties underneath, the shorts were bright yellow, the color of our camp team, and the panties were black and visible through the thin material this close up. I blinked hard and tried to stop the flush from hitting my cheeks. Her hands slid along my shoulders to my chin and then my cheeks and she raised my face to look at hers. I didn't know what was happening, was she going to pull me in for a kiss, to those gorgeous bright pink lips in front of this cabin full of people who would see us locked in passion? My heart raced and my skin tingled where her fingers had traced there way to my cheeks. I looked into her eyes, searching for what to do next, to be guided down this insane road. I was wearing matching yellow short shorts and I knew full well that with my legs crossed my blue panties were just as visible, except I also knew that my panties and short were growing increasingly moist making the yellow fabric even more translucent if she were to glance down now. "You are not stupid Rachel, you're never stupid. It was an honest question and I was being an ass and I'm sorry. I'm not a lesbian..." My heart crashed back into my chest and the monster turned over in my stomach. This amazing, beautiful woman wouldn't be a lesbian, she could have any guy she wanted, why would she want to waste time and energy with me. Dear God where was the boldness I'd found with Jimmy, where was the insane confidence I'd had with Cody, I was a kitten again where just a few weeks ago I'd been a lioness assured of her pride. "But I am kind of bi... well I mean, I've experimented and it was fun, I just don't think I'd marry a woman you know." She had to see it, there is no way she couldn't have. The light leaving my eyes and then rushing back. The hunger frustrated and then renewed, I couldn't do anything but nod a little too enthusiastically with a look of innocent desire on my face and after a moment of locking eyes, those brilliant green goddess eyes, it was her turn to glance down. I'm still not 100% certain but I'm almost sure she stared straight at the increasingly wet spot at my core and I wanted her to stare as long as she wanted to. The moment stretched and my heart rate went up another notch and I waited to see what would happen. The spell broke when she looked up with a deep breath and glanced around the room. "Oh jeez, what time is it? Everyone is passed out!" I looked at my watch and it was a little past 3, I thought again of what had taken place 24 hours ago and sighed. "We should get some sleep don't you think? We're going to be dead tomorrow and it's the last full day of games." The roller coaster took another dip and my heart deflated again but I agreed and rolled off her bed and slumped into my own. I had forgotten to wash my sheets so I was sleeping on my towel again but I couldn't be bothered to be annoyed by the inconvenience, all I could think about was that glorious pink nipple and a lithe body pressed against thin sheets. I drifted into a fitful sleep. There was a hand on my shoulder, I startled awake trying to make sense of the real world mixed with whatever dream I'd been having. The hand slid down my chest and rested on my right breast and began to massage. It had to be a dream still, all of the pent up sexual frustration was coming through in a wet dream and I was OK with that, I slid my hand atop of the dream hand and encouraged the massage. I moaned in pleasure and stretched languidly feeling the pleasure spread from my breast through my whole body as I did so. Another hand was on my thigh and kneading its way upward and this was fantastic. The flame in my belly was stoked and the river below was primed. As I slid my legs together I could feel the moisture already seeping out of me. "Tell me if this isn't OK and nothing changes between us, I promise." This wasn't a dream, I froze. That whisper was real, it was close to my ear and long flaming red hair was tickling my neck as it's owner leaned in close. "Janet?" Of course it was Janet, it was a stupid question but It's the kind you ask when nothing makes sense. "I want you Rachel, I want to taste you but It's OK if you don't want that too." The only answer I could think of was to turn my head, wrap my fingers into those glorious flaming locks and draw her lips to mine. For a long time we held there, her kiss was warm and soft and tasted of summer heat and sunshine. The longer I held her lips to mine the more my other lips burned and twitched. The weight of her hand on my breast, my thigh was electric. I opened my mouth wide and she accepted the invite, her tongue flicking into mine and we drank deeply of each other, for a while that was a enough, just the closeness of the moment, mutual desire recognized and realized. And all at once it wasn't enough anymore. I reached down to her hand on my breast and pressed her palm hard agains my nipple. I moaned into her mouth and she moaned in return, feeling that nipple swell against her hand. I pulled back for a moment and whispered, "pinch me like you pinched yourself last night." I was rewarded with a wicked grin which looked out of place on that angelic face, "did you enjoy the show? It was just for you you know." "I had to change my panties and my sheets after, does that answer your question?" "Jesus, where did little miss innocent go?" "I sent her to bed, I want to taste every part of you Janet, I want to be with you tonight!"
 "Should we go somewhere so we don't wake anyone up?" "Let 'em watch if they want to." It was Janet's turn to blush, I had finally surprised her and it thrilled me to my core. Before she could object and back out I pulled her close again and kissed her with all the furious passion I'd held at bay. She responded, letting loose of her hesitation. Her hands went to the bottom of my pajama shirt and lifted, I stretched my arms to the sky and caught sight of her face again just as she took in her first view of my breasts. I was deeply gratified to see the look of appreciation and hunger on her face. My breasts were fully double the size of her small perky set and she went at them with true appreciation. Her mouth locked unto my, until now, neglected left nipple and I didn't even try to stifle the moan that escaped me. The monster was fully awake and in charge now and I was hoping to wake a few of our bunkmates for what was about to come. Janet returned my moan with one of her own, the vibrations pressing into my breast and sending another shiver through my body. I watched her hand slide down her own body where she kneeled still beside my bunk and though I couldn't see it I knew it was burying itself in her sex. I was a little jealous of that hand but knew I'd take its place in a moment. I let Janet work my breasts for a few minutes, she moved from left to right, biting my nipples and eliciting moans and squeals from me every time she moved. I could feel trickles escaping my pussy and running down my crack, wetting my towel and soaking my panties and shorts. I wanted to push Janets head down to lick up those escaping rivulets but I also didn't want to rush this, and I didn't want to be greedy either. I pulled her mouth back to mine as I slid off of my bunk and pushed her back to hers. I reached down and pulled her shirt over her head and then leaned back to take in the full view of her amazing titties. They were so perfect, small and round with upturned nipples. Her left breast had a freckle just below her nipple and it made me smile just looking at it. I glanced up at her face and Janet smiled back at my obvious delight. I moved in and kissed that freckle first, it caused her to giggle and I heard someone stir in the room. Janet flinched a little at the sound but that same sound hit the afterburner for me. I pressed her back into her mattress and moved my body between her legs as I attacked her breasts. Sucking her long pink nipples into my mouth, causing them to stand proud like little soldiers. I flicked them with my tongue and then took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could fit and sucked while pressing into her nipple with my tongue. She leaned her head back off the other side of the mattress and groaned with pleasure and it was obvious she wasn't trying to be quiet anymore. As I worked her breasts my own breasts pressed into the warm flat expanse of her stomach and as I dragged my hard nipples back and forth over her it sent electricity through me. I put my arms around her and pulled her tight against me as I suck her tits for all I was worth and reveled in the sounds she made as she writhed beneath me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I could smell her sex mingling with mine, the sweet aroma of arousal strong as any perfume and I had to have my first taste of another woman, I wondered if it would taste the same as mine or would it be different? I began to kiss my way down her torso, stopping at every freckle along the way playing an erotic game of connect the dots. Her hands found my head and she ran her fingers through my hair as I moved south, encouraging and enjoying every kiss. I paused when I can to the waist of her shorts, an insane idea in my head born of the monster but she was in the drivers seat and I was a helpless passenger. I whispered to Janet, "In all your adventures, has anyone ever licked you back to front?" Her head came up from the other side of the mattress and for a moment there was a look of confusion and then realization, that was followed by a blush and then that wicked grin again. "No, that's never happened to me before."
 At the thought of giving her a new experience a rush swept through my own body and a full gush escaped my pussy and ran down my thighs, I moaned louder than ever and kissed her deeply just below her navel, nudging her panty line with my chin as I did so. She threw her head back and moaned with me and now there was a definite stir somewhere behind us in the room. Both of us were too far gone to care in the least... well she didn't care and I was fueled by it. "Turn around and bend over Janet, show me your ass." Without hesitation Janet flipped over and stood up, bending over unto the mattress and presenting her yellow clad ass in full glory. She was one of those skinny redheads blessed with a bubble butt, the genetics are rare but glorious and I'd been admiring it in her shorts all day. Here it was now, inches from my panting lips and this close I could see that she too had a wet spot at her core and her panties and shorts were growing translucent too. I could smell her pussy and I ached to taste it but I wanted to do this for her first. We had both showered just before bed and I knew everything was clean. Another first for me and the monster was racing full speed down the track. I reached up and found the waist of her shorts and panties both, never moving my eyes from the prize in front of me. I slowly pulled them both down, her thong panties rolling back from the deep reaches of her crack and revealing to me the riches beneath. As the fabric past her butt hole my breath caught in my chest unexpectedly. Her ivory white skin was so porcelain perfect with her small puckered erogenous hole in the center inviting me to come close. I don't know what I had expected but I wanted more than anything to put my tongue on that warm spot and work my way around her. Her panties crept further down, pulling from her crack and now her pussy was on full display, pulsing there in front of me as Janet panted in anticipation. I could see her working her nipples through her spread legs now and every time she pinched her nub her pussy twitched. And now my pussy twitched in time with hers and there was a puddle growing beneath me. I pulled her shorts and panties to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Now that she was free from their restriction she spread her legs farther apart and her lips opened wider. I was delighted to see a drop of pussy dew there, suspended from the bright red hair surrounding the top of her mound. I leaned in close and kissed her at the top of the glorious globes of her full, round butt. She shivered and squeezed her breasts harder. I kissed my way down her crack, it grew deeper with every inch and I ran my finger through its depths as my lips progressed towards hers. When I reached the dark spot of her perfect hole I paused, my lips less than an inch from her and and I breathed deep and blew softly over her hole. "Oh my god! This is happening!" She breathed out and I knew I was fulfilling a fantasy she had never voiced. I took a moment and rubbed my clit for a second and thrilled in the sensation that rocked my body. I breathed one more time over her hole and then slid my hand up and placed my palm over her pussy and pulled her back to my waiting tongue. The simultaneous touch of my hand on her pussy and my tongue against her butt hole was too much, she gave a little cry and I felt her pussy spasm hard against my palm. As I pressed my tongue hard into her hole and licked up and down rocking her hips against my face as my nose pressed into her crack I heard rustling and then gasps behind me as the other girls woke up to find me tongue fucking Janet. I didn't know what they would do about it but right now I was loving the audience. Janets yelp and moans got louder and more insistent as I tongued her butt and she took over pushing into me. I moaned heavily into her as she pressed back hard and paused. She groaned and began to buck her hips up and down, rubbing her hole over my tongue. I knew she was close and before she came I wanted to taste her pussy too, I had another idea. I pulled back from her and her ass followed my face like it was on a leash. I turned and lay down on the floor and she obediently followed, straddling my face as she squatted over me. I lay back all the way and the further she squatted the more access I had. She began to buck uncontrollably and now her hole loosened up and I felt my tongue go from rubbing over her hole to penetrating her. She full on yelled out in pleasure and I let her fuck my tongue with her ass for a few moment and decided it was time to taste the rest of her. I pulled her hips back and all at once my extended tongue was deep in her pussy while my nose pressed against her ass. Janet is not a squirter like me, at least not yet, but there was no denying the small rush of fluids that filled my mouth as I slid her back and forth over me. Moving from her ass to her pussy as she drove her hips hard into my face. She cried out again and again and one hand was squeezing her breast so hard I was worried she'd leave a bruise. I was in absolute heaven, knowing I was likely giving my friend the most intense orgasm of her life. I could feel my own thundering like a herd of wild buffalo through me, waiting to be released and I knew it was going to get very messy. Janet began to buck a little softer and with less urgent need though she continued to moan and whimper and her body was shaking from head to toe. As I kept my tongue out and made sure I was licking her for as long as she was moving I suddenly became aware of other sounds around us. I couldn't see much beyond the perfect view of Janet's perfect ass rocking over my face but I could hear sounds that had no context but definitely were not coming from the two of us. Without warning Janet bent over and dove face first into my aching dripping wet pussy and I gasped and pressed my hips up hard into her warm waiting mouth. Holy shit, she knew what she was doing and was so much better at this than Jimmy or Cody could ever be. She didn't just focus on my clit but as I spread my legs wide she moved all over my dripping pussy. She sucked my engorged lips into her mouth one at a time and held them there as I squirmed beneath her. She had wrapped my hips up in her arms when I'd thrust up into her and now she had me locked up and I couldn't move my lips away from hers if I wanted to. I moaned and cried out and I felt the torrent building in my stomach. I opened my eyes so I could watch her twitching pussy and beautiful ass while I came and that's when I noticed everyone else. Over the mound of Janets ass I saw the other six girls that shared our counselor cabin standing in a semicircle watching us fuck each other into oblivion. These were good girls like me and I had a flash of fear as I imagined the camp director storming in here because one of them had run off to tell him. But... as best I could tell through the increasing fog of my impending explosive orgasm all six them were standing there... and several of them were naked too and had there hands at their own sex moving furiously. This was way too much for my overloaded systems, I threw my head back and howled in pleasure, I pressed my hips so high in the air that I nearly thrust Janet off of me and I rolled up unto my shoulders and the balls of my feet forming a bridge with several feet of air between my ass and the floor. Janet doubled down and sucked my clit into her mouth and flicked it furiously with her tongue and the dam didn't let loose it crumbled within me. I came harder than I ever had in my life, harder than when Jimmy licked and fucked me in the church, harder than when Cody 69'd me and sucked my pussy dry, harder than I had ever achieved abusing my pussy with my own fingers or the vibrator I'd bought off amazon. I came so hard that my muscles ached at the strain and my nipples actually stung they were so erect. The force of my cum hit the back of Janets throat and finally caused her to let go, spluttering, it shot from my swollen pussy and blasted the ring of girls surrounding us in aroused fascination. My hips bucked again and again, sending wave after wave spraying wildly up and down, left and right as I lost all control of my body and flailed around on the floor. I heard the gasps as my mind reeled and lights exploded behind my eyes. I heard Janet moan again and I felt a warm trickle from her pussy coat my neck and run back over my face and it only stoked the fires hotter. As I began to regain consciousness I wanted nothing more than another taste of Janets glorious treasures and so I pulled her ass back to my face and dove back in for another round. Janet pressed into me and cried out as she was pressed to another orgasm almost instantly. And then a great surprise, another pair of arms slid themselves under my soaking wet ass and pulled me up off the wet ground. Before I could fathom what was happening a new set of lips sealed themselves unto my pussy and began to lick my sensitive clit. I cried out but Janets ass was pressed hard against my face so it only came out as a muffled moan that Janet took as encouragement and she began rocking against my face again. The orgasm was so intense and I was so sensitive that my pussy actually ached as this new comer sucked me for all I was worth but I was pinned by Janet's ass and held tight by the strong arms of my mystery lover. My eyes rolled back in my head and my legs began to shake uncontrollably. I didn't know if I could cum again after that last one, I didn't know if there was anything left in me and this hurt a little... But then something began to shift and the pain turned back toward pleasure, the rocket was slower taking off but it was was headed toward orbit again and I realized there was something new about to happen in me yet again. As the mystery girl sucked my clit and thrust her tongue inside of my pussy fucking my hole with her exceptionally long tongue like she was born to it I heard Janet exclaim, "damn, Julie you look so fucking hot sucking that pussy!" And now I knew who it was that had a hold of me, Julie, the darkly tanned barely 19 year old brown haired girl who I had hardly spoke to all week. She was stunningly beautiful, incredibly athletic with calf muscles that looked chiseled from stone and an ass so toned she could have been a model. She was an accomplished swimmer and so had amazing shoulders and I had admired her body from day one. But she was also very shy, always looking down, hiding her wonderful eyes and small, petite nose that I found so cute. She was face down in my pussy sucking like she was going for gold at the olympics. Now that I knew I wanted all of her mouth I could get and I began to reciprocate her eagerness by thrusting my hips into her mouth on each pass she made down my pussy and back up. Then another surprise, Janet was kissing someone over my writhing body, curly blonde hair tumbled over Janets should as she went tonsil deep into the mouth of Rebecca, a 24 year bomb shell with tiny breasts but another fantastic ass. As they kissed Rebecca lowered herself over my stomach and now her bald moist pussy lips were making contact with my stomach as I squirmed and squealed and Janets hands roamed all over her body. Rebecca's own hands coming around to pull Janets ass cheeks apart above me as my tongue probed and explored. "Can I have a turn?" I heard Rebecca as Janet, JANET! She was asking Janet if she could fuck my face... but who was I kidding, I'd suck every pussy in this room right now, the monster was in control. Janet stood up and moved toward the circle of the remaining spectators and I got a full view of Rebecca straddling my body, Julie's tongue still working its magic behind her. Rebecca took one of my tits in each hand and began massaging, bringing my nipples back to full erection and I couldn't believe that I was going to come again and that all these gorgeous women were now having an orgy with Janet and I. Rebecca scooted herself forward just a little, her pussy lips leaving a trail on my stomach as she did. She bent down and kissed me long and deep. Sucking on my tongue as she pulled away as if wanting to catch a hint of the taste of Janet from me. She smiled as she leaned back and I realized I was about to get to experience this with a different view. As wonderful as Janets ass had been I now got to watch Rebeccas's face as I made her cum. I slid my hands down the side of my body, between Rebeccas legs and hooked her hips into the crook of my elbows and pulled her over my breasts to my waiting mouth. She bit her lower lip as she lowered herself unto my waiting lips and threw her curls over her shoulder as we made contact and I was surprised by a trickle escaping her and running down the back of my throat. Could it be? Another squirter like me? I had to have the experience of a woman gushing into my mouth and with renewed gusto I pulled her into me and began to explore her the way Janet had explored me. Paying attention to her entire pussy and even trailing past he bottom of her slit and tickling Rebeccas dark star with the tip of my tongue. She responded eagerly and quickly, her hips catching my rhythm and we began a slow dance of mouth and pussy, she rode me differently than Janet had, Janet had been so desperate and full of immediate need, Rebecca seemed like she wanted to drag this out as long as possible and I wanted to give that to her but Julie was doing her work all to well down at my own core. Even as Rebecca gently rocked against my eager tongue and moaned sweetly while rubbing her perfect breasts, Julie was getting more urgent and insistent as if she couldn't waited to get blasted by the fire hose of my own arousal, and I wanted to give that to her as well. My wave was building, Rebeccas was building more slowly and I could taste and feel the trickle from her as we moved together. I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to hold back the tide when suddenly Julie pulled away from me and squealed loudly. I moaned in disappointment but refused to break contact with the warm delicious pussy in front of me, I could tell Rebecca was minutes away and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the view of her goddess body riding my face, her nipples so hard, her face distorted by need and pleasure, god I wanted her to come for me, on me. A moment later I understood why Julie had pulled away as she cried out, "FUCK Janet I didn't expect that, I... I just wanted to taste... nnnhhhh... god... holy shit... don't stop" Apparently Janet had slid herself up between Julies legs as she was bent over sucking my soul out of my pussy and showed her how it was done. Julie told me later that she had no intention of being licked, she just wanted to see what it tasted like, her mind was changed. It was the strangest thing after that. Julie returned to my pussy but not before putting a pillow under my hips and pressing my legs even further apart until I was full spread eagle, nearly doing the splits. I guess Janet was coaching her from between her legs on how to handle business between mine. When Julie went back to work on me I could feel the difference in the way she moved her tongue and worked her mouth. It was similar to the way Janet had done it and I realized with growing fascination and then renewed arousal that Julie was feeling what Janet was doing to her pussy and repeating it on mine. Jesus Christ! I had one woman sitting on my face while I fucked her with my tongue to a squiring orgasm, another one between my legs taking me to the same place while the woman I had already made cum and who had made me cum harder than I ever had before was between that girls legs fucking her and teaching her at the same time. Rebecca could feel the shift in my urgency as this all dawned on me and I pressed hard into her soft folds and sucked her clit with need. She opened her eyes and looked into mine and smiled, then glanced behind her and and gasped then turned back to me and smiled again. "Finish me Rachel, I'm going to cum in your mouth the way you came in Janet's mouth, I want you to taste me while you blast Julie!" That was all any of us needed to hear. My own hips went into over drive and I felt Julie moan hard into my clit, the vibrations adding to her tongues ministrations, Rebecca sped up her rocking on my face and began to whimper and shake as her tide broke. Far away on the other end of Julie I heard Janet cry out, "That's it Julie, come for me sweetie, don't hold back, give it all to me." Julie broke first, I could feel her spasms through her mouth as she tried to stay attached to my pussy while hers exploded, Rebecca went second she reached down and grabbed my head and pulled it hard into her pussy and screamed, her legs tight around my head and she held it for a second before a rush of cum pulsed out of her and down my throat. It was salty and sweet and different than mine but it was glorious. As she rocked on my face, wave after wave pouring out of her and flowing out of my mouth and down my cheeks soaking her thighs and the carpet under me I wend third. Julie got her tongue over my clit for one final flick and I burst all over her, soaking her hair and shooting over her head sprinkling down on Janet and the other girls back there. Once again wave after wave came out of me and shot all over the room while crashing waves came out of Rebecca and tried to drown me. As I cried out and and came I heard the sounds of not just the three of us but a full room of young women orgasming in near perfect synch. It turns out all eight girls got in on the craziness of that night. Some jumping in like Rebecca and Julie with Janet and I, two others pairing up with each other and making each other cum several times and the last two content to sit off to the side and finger themselves to completion. Regardless, it was a night none of us would ever forget though we seldom talked to each other about it in a group. I went back to that camp for 4 more years and had several more encounters with Janet and Rebecca. Julie and I shared the memory and remained friends but her one experiment was all she wanted, it was amazing for her but she was a girl born for a dick as she said. And me? Well, there's more to tell, so much more, and I guess I'll keep writing it all down until y'all catch up to present day.

NiS: Outdoor School A Story in the Naked In School Universe by Wizard Copyright© 2004 by Wizard Chapter 9 Thursday Morning When I woke up I remembered my resolve of the night before. I also woke up with a raging hard-on. Somehow, the two didn't go together well. The sun was streaming in the high windows of the bunkhouse. I could tell it was going to be another hot one. Most of the girls had done like I did and slept with just a sheet. About half of them had kicked off even that. Of the ones I could see, all but three were wearing long t-shirts as nightgowns. The other three were wearing pajamas. My cock twitched and I reached down to stroke it before I realized what I was doing. Celibacy was going to be harder than I thought. Cathy Tate was in the bunk closest to me. She was one of the few girls that hadn't felt my cock yet. She was also one of the ones who'd mostly kicked her sheet off. She was sleeping with one leg in and one out. Her legs seemed impossible long and ended at her pantied crotch where she clutched the edge of the sheet. Powder blue panties with something embrodered on them, but I couldn't make it out. Maybe celibacy wasn't the answer I thought as I squeezed my cock. Mom says that I have a tendency to go to extremes. She also say that I have been known to shot myself in the foot. Celibacy wasn't the answer, but controlling sex was. I needed sex in acceptable forms and then I could control myself around the brats. I glanced down the aisle and saw that Mrs. Martin's door was open just as she'd left it last night. That meant she hadn't come back yet. But even as I thought about her, I realized that I wasn't interested. She might be acceptable, but se didn't really do a thing for me. I guess I just wasn't the Mrs. Robinson or Dorothy from 'Summer of 42' type. It wasn't just her age, she wasn't all that old. And there were several actresses her age that turned me on. I couldn't put my finger on it. Of course the only other adult female in the camp was Mrs Tate. But she was at least sixty. She was supposed to retire three years ago, but the school board asked her to stay on because they couldn't find the right replacement. So adult sex was out of the question unless I decide to change my sexual orientation, which just ain't gonna happen! That leaves teen sex, and at the moment that was Marcia or Carly. Marcia had made it clear that I wasn't good enough for her, except maybe the occasional hand job when the mood struck, besides, she seemed to have a thing for Doug at the moment. And Carly, I was pretty sure, I had pissed off royally last night. That left man's best friend. His right hand. I lay on my back, left hand behind my head, right hand wrapped around my shaft and slowly stroked old faithful. For a few minutes, I watched the ripples in the sheet that covered my mid-section, then closed my eyes. I wasn't surprised when the image my imagination conjured up was Carly. I was surprised that the image was Carly as I'd first seen her Monday morning, in jeans and a black turtleneck instead of Carly in all her glory. Is that warped or what. I'm not sure how long I lay there, just enjoying that picture in my head. "Can I do that?" a soft voice brought me back to the bunk room. I opened my eyes and Kayla was standing over me watching the movement of the sheet. I started to tell her to go back to bed then decided what the hell. I didn't design the system. "Sure." I whispered, not wanting to wake anyone else. She sat on the edge of my bed and snaked her hand under the sheet. She fumbled around for a few seconds until I caught her hand and moved it to my cock. At first she grabbed too tightly but I squeezed her wrist and she relaxed. Then she started to slide her hand up and down. "Am I doing it right?" she whispered. I nodded, not bothering to explain that as long as she didn't cut off the blood flow there wasn't much she could do wrong to a teenaged boy's cock. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked as she picked up the edge of the sheet with her other hand and peeked beneath it. I was tempted to tell her that as long as she was making me feel this good, I'd think the Wicked Witch of the East was pretty, green skin and all. Then I realized that I did think she was pretty. I didn't answer, I took my left hand out from under my head and reached up and put it on the back of her neck and slowly pulled her down until her face hovered above mine. I held her like that for several seconds that seemed like an eternity. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock but she'd stopped moving. Then I kissed her on the tip of her nose. "I just wish you'd been born sooner or I'd been born later." I told her. "Oh God." she moaned and kissed me quickly on the lips as her hand started to pump at warp speed. I started to tell her to slow down, but realized that I was going off the edge of the cliff. I felt the first gob of cum push out of my cock and watched the wet spot grow on the sheet on top of me. Kayla didn't stop pumping until I put my hands over hers on my cock. "Thank you." I said and meant it. Kayla blushed and scurried back towards her bunk. I'll never understand girls, I thought as I swung my legs out from under the sheet and sat up. I stood and stretched the sheet falling back on the bed, the wet spot calling attention to my morning activities. I left it. "Everybody up!" I yelled though it was ten till seven and they didn't have to get up for ten minutes yet. Almost all the eyes opened and a few heads turned in my direction but other than that, nobody moved. Cathy Tate was in the bunk closest to my bed and I moved until I was standing over her. "Get those cute lazy asses out of bed." I bellowed and scooped Cathy up in my arms, sheets, blanket and all and deposited her on the hard floor. Then I pulled the sheets and blanket off her. A few jumped out of bed but most just stared. Casey Kennedy was in the bunk across the aisle from Cathy and I stepped over, picked her up and gave her the same treatment. "Do you really think our asses are cute?" Ashley asked from her bunk three rows down. As she did, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed her ass high into the air and wiggled it. When she started it was covered by a sheet but it quickly fell away as she wiggled. It became apparent that she hadn't bothered to wear panties to bed under her t-shirt. "Yes I do." I agreed softly as I walked up to her bunk and took a moment to admire that cute little ass. Then, without warning, I brought my hand up and down on her barely covered tush in a loud smack. "Now get it out of bed." Ashley, startled fell flat on her bed. I considered for a second, offering to kiss it and make it better, but decided that it wasn't politically correct. I grinned at the thought anyway and I'm sure that most of the girls thought I was enjoying the smack I'd just given Ashley because everyone else jumped out of their beds. "That wasn't nice." Ashley mumbled, her face buried in her pillow. "I have never claimed to be nice." I told her as I rubbed my hands together above her still exposed ass. She must have gotten the hint because she scrambled out of bed. Actually I have claimed to be nice, but never to these girls. "Okay ladies, this is the plan. Everyone gets their shower and then we're going to clean this place from top to bottom." This brought a jumble of angry and confused voices. "Quiet!" I yelled and the rumble died down. "Just because you're not at home doesn't mean you should live like pigs." "Hey!" several of the shouted at once. "Showers! Now! Go!" I said and enthusiastically slapped my hands together, then tried not to laugh as the mob all scurried toward the shower room. I'm not sure what it was about my new resolve that turned me into Mr. Clean, but it felt good to be back in charge. The girls came back from their showers, thankfully, all of them, even Ashley wearing at least underwear and I put them to work making beds, sweeping floors and dusting window sills. Ashley and her troops, Janae, Kayla and the twins, I put on shower room duty. After some initial grumbling, they went to work. I actually had to threaten to deport them to group 3. When we left the bunkroom for breakfast fifteen minutes later, the place looked great. "Ladies, I'm impressed." I told them. "I guess you aren't all slobs." A couple stuck their tongues out at the slobs remark, but most beamed. As they passed thru the door I patted them on their little heads. Ashley was the last one out. "That's not much f a reward." she commented, so I patted her little butt instead. She seemed satisfied. Carly was leaning against the wall by the dining room door munching a piece of bacon. "That's not much of a breakfast." I told her as I walked behind Ashley. Ashley went in and I pulled the door closed after seeing that mine was the last group in. "I'm getting fat." Carly moaned. "You're having hallucinations." I told her and grabbed her free hand, the one without a piece of bacon in it and started leading her away. "And just where do you think you're taking me?" she asked as she took a tentative step. I pulled a little harder and she fell into step. "You're in the program and I'm making a reasonable request that you take a walk with me." I said with a grin. She stopped and her hand slipped out of mine as I continued a step past her. "And what if I don't think it's a reasonable request?" I grabbed her hand again and pulled her along. "We can always leave it to the peer council." I suggested. She groaned. "Personally I wouldn't mind another week of looking at that beautiful body of yours." Carly arched her left eyebrow in a move she'd copied from Spock on the old Star Trek reruns. "Really?" "Really." I agreed and led her to the clearing by the swimming hole. "And now I'd like to make the very reasonable request to kiss your right tit." I added and without waiting for permission I leaned down and kissed it. Then I kissed it again. Then I sucked on it for several seconds. "Tasty." I said editorially. Then I kissed her left one. "You didn't request that." she charged. "That's not reasonable." "Report me to the peer council." I suggested and sucked her nipple into my mouth and teased it with my tongue. I put my hand on the side of her stomach and slowly moved it down to her hip. "Did you have more requests in mind?" she asked dryly. "I will." I agreed and went back to licking her nipple. I moved my hand around and gently traced the crack of her ass. She shivered as my fingers brushed the area at the top of her ass crack. "And just what got into you, this morning?" "Not sure." I admitted and moved my mouth down to tease at her innie belly button. "Have you ever considered a lint brush?" I asked after my tongue had rimmed her belly button. "I don't..." she started to protest and stomped her foot. I leaned back and looked up at her. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a cute pussy?" I asked with a grin. She grinned back. "This week, a lot of guys, before that, I don't think so." "Permission to touch it?" "It's a reasonable request, I can't stop you." she said quickly. "That's not what I asked. Do I have your permission to touch it?" I said. Carly took in a quick breath, then let it out again. "Always." she said. "And just what were you going to touch it with?" she giggled. "I haven't decided yet." I told her, though it was a lie. "Your fingers?" she asked coyly. "I don't think so." I said smiling. "Your tongue?" she asked more breathlessly, almost in invitation. "I had something else in mind." I said standing straight up, my little tentpole pointing at her slit. "You don't mean..." she seemed disbelieving. "If you think it's all right." I said moving closer until the head of my cock brushed against her outer lips. "I..." "It's up to you, after all it's your body.' I said, but moved closer, my cock pushed past her outer lips and stopped at her inner ones. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to." "What about Jerry?" "Jerry who?" I asked pushing a little harder but not penetrating her inner defenses. "God!" she said and I wasn't sure what she meant but she grabbed my hips and pulled me onto her. My cock was dry but she was already well lubricated and I slid in easily. As she held me close, my cock embedded in her she moaned, "I've been waiting for this since the fifth grade." "The fifth grade?" I said incrediously, thinking of all the time I'd missed. "Maybe the third, right after I beat you silly, I matured early." she said as she started to slowly fuck me. I enjoyed the first waves of pleasure and wondered how anything could feel this good and not kill me. "You could have had your way with me." I groaned. "You always could take me in a fight." "I don't believe in rape, even in a good cause." she said and started to fuck faster. "Damn you feel good." she moaned. I was glad that Kayla had done me that morning so that I didn't cum to quick and embarrass myself. "What do you say we forget about the kiddies, find a bunk and stay there for the next three days." I suggested in a whisper. "I say... OH GOD!" I must have jumped six inches when she yelled, then I realized that she was starting to orgasm. I grabbed her hips and tried to plunge deeper and deeper into her cunt. "OH YES, THAT'S IT. I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA... I'M..." she sagged against me. I held her like that. My cock still hard and lodged inside her. Carly literally melting against me. "Maybe I misjudged you." a voice said from behind me and I whirled, bringing Carly with me. Marcia was standing there with a big grin on her face. "Maybe I need to give you a try, stud." "Not happening." I said. "Now beat it." "I could make it a reasonable request." she suggested coyly. "Then get ready to go to the peer council, because all requests from you will be considered unreasonable. Now go away before I spank, and I'm not suggesting foreplay." "Don't forget your lady love has a boyfriend." Marcia said as she left. "I think you know him." Carly was back on her feet though we were still connected. "You can fuck her." she said. "I don't need your permission for that." I said angrily. Angry at Marcia for interfering. Angry at Carly for her comment. Somehow the anger made my cock even harder and it twitched inside her. I started to slowly move it in and out of her love tunnel. "I know, I just meant I wouldn't mind. She is sexy." "She's beautiful." I agreed. "But I may be old fashioned, but I think I should like someone before I make love to them." "Don't make love, just fuck." Carly suggested. "That may work for some people, but not me. Not with Marcia. "Maybe Ashley?" Carly suggested with a sneaky grin. "Maybe." I agreed with the same grin. Carly started to swing an exaggerated fist toward my chin. I captured t and fell backwards taking her with me. I finished on my back on the sand. Carly still impaled but on top. "Okay, you've pinned me. Now what?" Carly grinned and started to ride me like a rocking horse. As she moved, I could feel my cock moving inside her. "Reruns." she moaned. "I'm gonna CUM!" and I could feel her shudder with the first burst or orgasm and my cock tensed and released a flood of cum into her abdomen. We came together and then she fell down against me. "That was fun." I said after a minute. "You have a gift for understatement." Carly giggled. Chapter 10 Thursday Night I couldn't decide if I was in love, or just deeply in lust. I suppose it might just depend on Carly and Jerry. I wasn't sure if what had happened, and happened again after lunch, and happened again a few minutes ago had changed anything between them. Was I her boyfriend now and Jerry history? Or was I a handy boy-toy and Jerry her main squeeze. I wasn't even sure I cared. As I walked into the bunkroom, Ashley standing by the front door gave a shrill whistle and all the girls scampered. In seconds, they were all lined up in front of neatly made bunks, standing at attention and saluting. I felt like I was in an army movie. And they were all dressed in their underwear. Ashley came to attention and snapped off a very professional salute. "Barracks ready for inspection sir." she reported and dropped her salute. The rest of the girls dropped theirs as well. "Was I that rough this morning?" "Sir, yes sir!" Ashley said and the rest of the girls chanted, "Sir, yes sir!" "Does this mean, that everyone's going to be good the rest of the week?" "Sir, no sir!" Ashley replied. The other girls chanted, "Sir, no sir!" Before I could ask anything more, Ashley's mom came out of her room and walked down the aisle, looking left and right. "Well, it looks like you have everything under control." she said. I noticed that Ashley looked annoyed. "I'll be back later." she said and breezed out the door. I stared at the closed door for several seconds and then turned back to my platoon. "So what is this all about then?" I asked Ashley. Ashley stepped forward, and for once didn't look so sure of herself. "It means, that we don't want you to be mad at us." "I'm not mad." I assured her loudly enough for everyone to hear. "It's just this has been a weird week. It's been hard on me." I noticed half a dozen girls grin at my unintended pun. At least my cock was soft at the moment after a vigorous session with Carly. I stepped forward and hugged Ashley to show her that I meant what I said, I even patted her tight little ass. Then I moved down the aisle and hugged each girl on the right side and patted each little bottom. I came back up the left side doing all the girls there. By the time I finished, I really needed Carly again. I stood at the top of the aisle and yelled, "Platoon, dis-missed!" and the girls all relaxed. I lay down on my bed, my flagpole pointing at the ceiling. Every eye in the place was on my red throbbing cock. "Isn't anybody going to offer to help?" I asked after several seconds. Several girls moved toward the bed ready to volunteer. "I'll take care of it." Ashley said loudly and the other girls stopped where they were. Ashley pushed her powder blue panties down her hips and let them fall to the floor and crawled up on the bed between my legs. Then she knee walked until she was just below my crotch. I looked at her pussy hovering above my stiff cock and realized that I wasn't really opposed to the idea. But I felt that I had to object for form's sake if nothing else. "Ashley, I don't think..." "I want this. I'm ready for this." she said simply and I believed her. "But your mom..." I'm not sure what I was going to say about her mom, fortunately she interrupted me again. "My mom is not a slut." "I never said she was." "She just likes sex. And she likes to prove her independence by not settling down with one guy." "I..." "She told me that she did you the first day." I know I blushed a deep red. I could feel the heat of my face. "I..." "It's okay." she swallowed and shifted her body until her knees were straddling my hips and the tip of my cock was pressed against her pussy. "I'm not my mom. I'm me. She thinks I lost my cherry a long time ago, so she won't care, but I didn't. Not that I didn't have the opportunity. Some of her boyfriends made sure I knew they were available." "Today I'm ready, and I really want you to be the one. But I'll understand if you think I'm too young. You're a nice guy, Paul. And that's why I want you to be the first." What can you say to that? "Get down." I ordered. She looked Hurt, but nodded and crawled off my bed. "I understand." she said and turned toward her own bunk. The disappointed look on her face made her seem about nine years old, which didn't make this any easier. I stood up again. "I'm going for a walk." I announced. "When I come back, I expect everyone to be in bed and at least pretending to be asleep." I looked around the group, "And I mean everyone." Most of them nodded acknowledgment. I walked to the door and looked back. Ashley was standing desolate by her bunk. "Ashley, if you're going to come, you better put on some clothes, it's cooling off out there." She looked up at me unbelieving. "I'm not going o wait all night." I said, trying to look impatient. Ashley bolted into action. She grabbed her backpack and dug out a t-shirt and shorts and practically jumped into them, not bothering with her panties which were still laying on the floor at the foot of my bed. Then she ran to the door. I opened it for her and held out my hand, which she took and we stepped outside. Before closing the door, I looked back at my platoon one more time, "BED!" I said and closed the door. With Ashley holding my hand and leaning up against me, I walked to the swimming hole... Before we got there, I could hear noises. I softly told Ashley to wait and walked ahead and looked through the bushes. Her mom was on top of Doug and riding him for all he was worth. I went back to Ashley and only told her it was already occupied. We walked to another clearing just past the start of trail number six and I sat on a log, kicking myself for not bringing a jacket or something to put under my butt and then pulled Ashley down on my lap. My stiff cock lay against the warm skin of her thigh. "I don't understand." she said as we settled down. "You may or may not be ready." I said, trying to sound wise. "But your first time should not be in front of a mob." "You mean we're not..." "I mean, no matter what happens tonight, what you tell or don't tell the group is up to you. I won't say a thing. Sex should be shared between two people, it shouldn't be a group thing." Even as I said it, an image flashed into my mind of Carly, Jerry and I. I guess a group isn't bad as long as it's a small friendly group. "So nothing is going to happen?" she said in her small disappointed voice. "That's up to you." I told her and quickly lifted her t-shirt over her head. Then before she knew what was happening, I'd pushed her sports bra up over her tits and sucked a nipple into my mouth. At the same time, I stroked the crack of her ass through her thin nylon shorts and cupped her pussy in my other hand... It felt like a little furnace, I could feel the heat through the fabric of her shorts. "Oh, God!" she moaned and the irreverent thought that I seemed to inspire religion in girls floated through my head. I released her nipple, gave the other one a quick kiss and then looked her in the eye. "Is this what you really want?" I asked, not sure what I wanted her to say. "Yes, yes, YES!" she answered and leaned forward to kiss me hard on the lips. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and for a moment, our tongues wrestled together. I broke away. "You've been practicing." I accused. "Since I was nine." she told me without guilt. I wondered with who, but didn't ask. "I've been a virgin for thirteen years now. How much longer are you going to make me wait?" she asked with a little pout. "You know, some girl's virginity last until high school. A few until collage." I reminded her. "Some girls commit suicide just because the band they liked broke up. What's your point?" "Just making conversation." I admitted. I stood her on her feet and pulled her shorts down to her knees and let them go, watching them settle around her ankles. Newton watched apples, I watched girl's clothing. We both affirmed gravity. I had more fun. I scooted off the log, scrapping my butt on a particularly sharp piece of bark and settled on the ground on my back. The dirt was covered with pine needles and almost soft. I pulled on one of her legs and she stepped over me to straddle my hips. "You're in charge." I told her. "We'll go as fast or as slow as you want to." "I don't know..." "If you don't want to..." I assured her. "It's not that. I just..." "You know how to start. You were half way there in the bunkroom." She nodded and then knelt down over my hips until my cock was again pressed against her pussy. "I'll be honest." I said. "I've never been with a virgin before." I felt that admitting her mom was my first only three days before was a little too honest. "But from what I've heard, you're going to feel some discomfort at first, maybe even some pain as your cherry... your hymen gets broken." She nodded and without warning pushed herself down on my rod. Almost two inches disappeared all at once. She sucked in a lung-full of air and looked startled. "I, uh, I play with myself, uh, masturbate a lot and thought it would be okay." she explained. "That's okay. I play with myself, uh, masturbate a lot too." I admitted with agrin. "You're just tight. I don't think you had a hymen to break." "You mean I wasn't a virgin?" "No. You were a virgin and now you almost aren't. I mean that hymens, cherries sometimes get broken by masturbation or just other activities, like sports. It's normal. At least that's what I read." Ashley cocked her head and looked down at me, reminding me a lot of Carly. "You read a lot about hymens, do you?" My face burned hot as I tried to sound nonchalant, "Mostly human anatomy and things." "Uh huh." she said nodding and sounding eve more like Carly. "Try to relax." I said, changing the subject. I grabbed her hips and tried to move her further down on my pole. She sank about another inch and groaned. "Are you okay?" I asked anxiously. "Yeah." she said with a loud sigh. "I guess you're a little bigger than my finger." "I hope so." I said quickly and she giggled. I pulled hard and my entire cock disappeared into her small cunt. "Oh, God." "Just relax. It's all in." I assured her. "Just sit there until you're ready, then trying moving around and see how it feels." "It feels different from any finger. I can't describe it." "And just how many people have had their fingers in there?" I asked in my most adult voice, trying for sternness despite the situation. "A few." she admitted with a giggle. "Does it feel as good as mom?" she asked with an evil grin. "That's a discussion we're not going to have." I said sharply and she giggled again. Actually it did. It felt better. I don't know if it was because she was tighter. Or the fact that I had a choice. Or just that I really liked Ashley. "You're not fantasizing about doing mom and I at the same time?" she asked as she started rocking forward and back experimentally. "No, Nein, NO!" I said sharply. Then grinned at her teasing. "Like I said. Sex shouldn't be a group thing. Definitely not a mom and me activity." "Awwww." "But some of your mom's other boyfriends might go for it if that's what you want." "Ewwwww." "I think you better stick to one on one." "But I was thinking about inviting Janae, Kayla, and the twins the next time we... that is, if we... uh..." The image of the five naked girls cavorting on a bed with me was almost overwhelming. "There'll be a next time." I promised her. "But I think that you're enough for me. The other girls will have to keep their cherries for a while. "What makes you think they're cherry?" she asked coyly as she pulled my cock almost completely out of her cunt and then slammed it back in. "They're not?" I said surprised, as I tried to concentrate on talking and not on the sensation building up in my balls. I wanted to last, to make Ashley's first time as special as I could. "Well, Janae isn't. But I think all the others are." Ashley said as she went back to her forward and back rocking motion. "Janae isn't." I repeated, finding it harder and harder to concentrate. "No, she and... and... Oh, Jesus... I think... I... I... OH SWEET LORD!" she yelled as her orgasm engulfed her. As she did, I relaxed and let my balls swell and start pumping out my seed of life. Her body tensed and she froze like a statue, back arched and fingernails digging into my chest. I thrust upward with my hips miking my cock in her tight cunt. After almost a minute, Ashley relaxed her group on my chest and sagged down against me. "It's never been like that before." she moaned. "I take it you liked?" I asked wearily. "Can we do it again?" she asked, getting her second wind. "Maybe tomorrow?" I said. After Carly then Ashley, I knew I was done. "You promise?" "We'll see." "Please?" "Okay. Tomorrow, I promise." I said. "When?" she demanded, sitting up. "Tomorrow..." I said, using all my strength to push myself up on my elbows and look at her, "lasts from the time you get up until the time I send you to bed. Sometime in between, we'll do... we'll get together. Don't get pushy." "Sensitive, aren't we?" she giggled and rolled off me onto her back. "No. I just have to pace myself." "Pace yourself?" Ashley asked as she rolled up onto her side and one elbow. "Sure." I agreed with a confident grin. "Between you, your mom, Marcia, Carly and Janae. I've got to be sure there's enough of me to go around. "Janae?" Carly said, ignoring all the others on my list. "You're going to make it with Janae?" "Well, if she's not a virgin..." "But she's only done it with her boyfriend. They've been going together almost a year." "Ashley, breathe." I ordered and kissed her on the nose. "I'm joking. And I'm not going to do it with your mom or Marcia ether." "Oh." I climbed slowly to my feet, feeling a lot older than seventeen. "Well, I could talk to Janae and arrange a threesome." Ashley teased. "Okay." I agreed and reached a hand down to the young teenager. Ashley stared at me, not sure if I was kidding or not, then took my hand and I pulled her to her feet. She dressed quickly, never quite taking her eyes off me. We walked silently back to the bunkroom. When we entered, everyone was in their bunks laying quietly. They were all on their sides facing us as we came in and it looked as if all fifty-two eyes were watching us. I motioned Ashley to her bunk and gave her ass a little pat as she passed. Then I lay down on my own bed. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Chapter 11 Friday Morning I woke the next morning laying on my back and sunlight coming in through the high windows right into my eyes. As I squinted my eyes against the glare, the first thing I noticed was my usual morning tentpole lifting the center of my sheet. The second thing I noticed was that the bottom of my bed was surrounded by about eight of the girls admiring my little tent. After the activities of last night, I had wondered if my usual morning boner would make an appearance or take the morning off. "Good morning ladies." I said and enjoyed watching several of them jump, not realizing that I was awake. "Good morning." Cathy Tate said for the group. "Uh..." "Yes?" I prompted. "Did you want help with that." Casey Kennedy asked, pointed her little finger at my tent. "Wellll..." I said and whipped the sheet off my mid-section exposing the proudest little tentpole since Iwo Jima. "That would be very nice." Without hesitation, Cathy reached out and wrapped her little hand around my cock. "Like this?" she asked. "A little tighter." I instructed. "Now move your hand up and down my shaft." "Your prick." Casey suggested. "Your dick." Megan Pappas suggested. "Your snake." Stephy said. "Your worm." Danni added. "Your skin flute." Darcy Johnson suggested. "Your boner." Amanda Jenkins said. "Your, uh, cock." finished Rachel Jones, surprising me. Rachel is so quiet and shy that I never expected her to say the word. "Very good ladies. You've got the terminology down. "My turn." Darcy said and pushed Cathy's hand away and took her place. Cathy pouted but smiled when I reached down and patted her ass. Fortunately she was the closest girl on the right hand side. "Take turns nicely." I warned, "or I'll go wake Ashley." After that, they all took turns. Four or five strokes and then let go so the next girl could get her turn. Rachel was last and I was getting close and hoped that I wouldn't erupt while her hand was in place. I was afraid I'd scare her. As Cathy's hand took it's place again, I reached out grabbing her ass and Darcy's on the other side and moaned, "I'm cumming. On her third stroke, the first drop of cum leaked from the tip of my cock and the next stroke brought forth a small geyser. The girls ohhed and awwed as Cathy pumped me dry. "Go take your showers." I told them. "Your mothers would kill you if they knew you were standing around in your underwear with a boy in the room." Most of them scampered away, but Casey stayed long enough to suggest coyly, "You can come too." I thought about it for a few seconds, "Why not?" I said. "Go warn the others." I got up and walked slowly toward the shower room. When I stepped in, all the girls were standing, wrapped in towels by the sinks watching the door. I stepped through and went right into the shower bay and started turning on several shower heads. Then I looked back at the girls. I hesitated to actually invite any of them. "Ready." Casey said. "One, two, three." On three, all of the girls dropped their towels and started walking toward the shower, though Rachel and Amanda walked a little slower than the others. A minute later I was taking a shower with eight pre-teens. Eight very cute pre-teens. I showered for several minutes, every now and then a soapy little hand coming over to pat my ass or squeeze my limp cock. Then I stepped out and started drying off with my Scooby Doo towel. The girls all followed and started drying themselves. "Can I kiss it?" I was amazed that Rachel was standing naked in front of me asking that question. "Uh, I guess." She leaned down and took my limp noodle in her hand and pressed her lips against the side of it. Of course, then all the girls wanted to kiss it too. Stephy and Danni were last and kissed it together. I couldn't believe that it was still soft after that, maybe I'd worn the poor thing out. "Get dressed." I ordered and they scampered away. It was going to be hard to go back to my real life. Chapter 12 Friday Night I came up behind Carly and took her hand and started to lead her away from the group. "Oh, you're going to honor me with your presence tonight." she said without resisting. "I only want to bask in your beauty." I told her with a grin. "Why weren't you basking at lunch? I looked for you." "I was busy." I said, fucking Ashley, I thought. "Fulfilling a promise. Where were you after breakfast?" I added, trying to change the subject. "I was doing some copying and collating for Mr. Lang." There was something about the way she said it. "And did our young ecologist cop any feels." I asked, as we passed into the same clearing where I'd fucked Ashley last night. "Yes he did." she giggled. Carly wasn't usually the giggling kind. "And just what did he feel?" I asked with exaggerated mock jealousy as I spread my Scooby Doo towel on the log. "He checked out my tits pretty good and patted my ass." "And did you explain to him that those tits are underage and he could go to jail for feeling them." "I think I forgot." she said in a very innocent little girl voice. "And did you mention your extremely jealous boyfriend back at school?" "Oops." I sat down on the towel and pulled Carly onto my lap, my hard cock resting against her leg. "And just what did you do while that dirty old man took advantage of you?" "I think I purred." "You're a very naughty girl." I told her. "Then I probably shouldn't mention that Mr. Linwood felt me up on Tuesday." I was shocked. Of the three male teachers, Linwood would have been my last choice, he seemed so Ward Cleaver." "What about Mr. Martell?" "Monday." "Mr. Atwood?" "Everyday." she grinned. Good, I had something to hold over him if he ever found out about Sally. "Mrs. Tate?" "Not yet, but there's still tomorrow." "You've been a bad girl. Tempting all those poor men." "Are you going to spank me? Like you threatened to do to Marcia." "No." I said. "It's too late for that. I think I'm going to have to have a long talk with Jerry." "NO! Not that." she said in mock horror. "I'll do anything." "Anything?" "Anything!" "Anything?" I asked again, giving my cock a squeeze and then putting my forefinger on her lips. "You pervert." she accused with a laugh She slid off my lap to her knees between my legs. "The shame." she said as she grabbed my cock at the root. "The indignity." She leaned forward and opened her mouth to take in my cock. She closed her lips around the base of my cock and slowly pulled away, dragging her lips up my shaft until she stopped with just the head captured and teased at my pisshole with her tongue. "You harlot!" I accused, jumping to my feet, my cock slipping from her lips. "You've done that before." I'm not sure how we slipped into a melodrama, but t was a hell of a lot of fun. Carly sank back, sitting on her heels. She covered her eyes with her forearm. "I never." she pleaded. "You have." I accused again, pointing at her with both my forefinger and my cock. "I, uh, Yes. Yes, I have." she admitted meekly. "You hussy." "Alas." "Was it Jerry?" "Yes." "You corruptor of young boys." "Pity me." "Were there more?" "I'm so ashamed." "Who was first "Kyle Ivanov in the sixth grade." she admitted. I must have looked shocked because she giggled then got back her woebegone face. I couldn't believe that she had been giving blowjobs in the sixth grade and I hadn't known. And Kyle had been a freshman when we were in the sixth. That cradle robber. Then I remembered sixth grader Ashley and a certain junior last night in this very spot. "You're forgiven." I said magnanimously. "Any of the teachers?" "No, but I thought about Mr. Atwood. His wife's been gone for five years and he looks like he could use it." We'd both been in his class the year she died from cancer and I remembered how broken up he'd been. "You have my permission." I said trying to sound like a king holding court. "Oh thank you." Carly answered with less than sincerity I thought. "Any of our young charges?" I said knowing the answer. "Wellll..." "You're kidding." I stammered, shocked. "Who?" "Robby Sherwood." Little kid, shy and quiet. "Robby?" "I thought it might give him some confidence." "Did it?" "We'll have to wait and see." she said. I picked up the towel from the log and spread it on the ground, then I lay on my back on it. I looked at Carly and smiled. "You may pleasure yourself on my tool." I said, again playing the king. "Oh thank you." Carly said and quickly straddled my hips and pushed my cock deep into her womb. "You are so kind." "I know." I said modestly. "You're too much." Carly laughed and started slowly fucking me. I really liked this, laying back and letting the girl take control. Forget all that macho stuff about the guy needing to be on top. "What are you going to tell Jerry about this?" Carly asked. "Whatever you tell me to." I told her seriously. "I don't want to come between you two." "Like hell, you liar." she laughed. "Okay, I want to, but I won't." "You can tell him the truth." she said after a minute. Either he can handle or he can't. And I doubt he's been a monk this week, running around in the buff." That was a relief. I really didn't want to lie to him. "Then you and he are still... ?" "He's my boyfriend. If that's what you're asking. I'm not dumping him." "Oh." I said, and I think my cock softened even as Carly's pussy gripped it. "Paul, you silly fool... Did you think... ?" Carly asked, stopping. "I don't know what I thought." I admitted. "How do you feel about polygamy?" "Now there's a thought." she said and started rocking on my cock again. "Carly." I said after a few seconds. "There's something I need to tell you. About Ashley." I didn't want to ruin what we had, but with Carly, I had to be honest." "That you fucked her." Carly said it as a statement of fact, no question about it. "You knew?" "I saw the way she was looking at you this morning at breakfast. I knew." "I hadn't planned... I mean... I wasn't going to... I..." Carly leaned down and kissed me gently. "Relax." she instructed. "Breathe." I took a deep breath. "I knew it was going to happen this week. I won't judge you, and you need to stop judging yourself. With Ashley and Robbie it was more like a therapy than sex." I remembered last night, and today after lunch. If it was a therapy, why did I enjoy it so much. "You know what her mom is like?" Carly continued. Ashley wants so much not to be like her, but she's a very sexual girl. I'm glad you were her first." "You knew she was still a virgin?" "I guessed." "I think we should talk to her about what happened, and about what she's going to do." "We?" "Please." "That is going to be one of the strangest conversations on record. 'Hi, I know you fucked my best friend, which is okay because I fucked him too, even though I have a boyfriend back at school, but that's okay because he's probably sticking his dick in several willing pussies.'" "So you'll help?" "Could we finish what we started first?" she asked. I reached up and grasped her tits and massaged the nipples with my thumbs. "Maybe we should become sexual therapist when we graduate." Carly mused. "I can see the sign now, 'Williams and Connors, Sexual Counselors, First Times our Specialty.'" "Connors and Williams." I said, "Sounds better." I pulled her down into another kiss. "A little plaque beneath it, 'Over two served' like a McDonald's sign." thinking of Robbie and Ashley. "Why stop at two, we have over a hundred in camp to practice on. We can start building our reputation now. And Williams and Connors sounds more professional." "Connors and... OH GOD!" I yelled as my cock pulsed and started delivering it's load into Carly. "HALLELUJAH BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" Carly added as her own orgasm overtook her. We never did figure out who was getting top billing.

Naive Teacher In Winston by potatoHead42 Naive Teacher In Winston Ch. 03 Upskirt, kisses, moaning and Sex Ed class. Day 2 -- Tuesday Morning The sun shines bright as Dennis' alarm goes off indicating it was time for the couple to wake up. Dressed in just a short robe with a pink slip underneath, Lana goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She cooks scrambled eggs, toasts a couple sourdough slices and puts on a fresh batch of dark coffee. The young fiancee didn't have time to reminisce about the previous day, she just went into cooking-mode to get everything done for her lover. The teacher is just finishing putting the food on the table when Dennis shows up, ready for work. "Thanks for breakfast, hun! Can you please do me a favor and get me the mail? I am waiting for some important documents, and I can't be late for work." - asks her husband-to-be. "Erm, I am not wearing much... what if the neighbors see?" - whispers a worried Lana. "Hahaha, you are covered enough, besides, it's hot outside so it doesn't matter. Thanks babe!" - Dennis replies, digging into the food. "This is delicious, you are amazing!" - he compliments. Feeling giddy with her fiancee's encouragement, she walks to the front door to pick the mail. She glances quickly at herself in the mirror on the way out. She frowns. Her robe is short, stopping about a hand above her knees, and her slip is shorter still, not going much further than the bottom of her bubble butt. The robe is not tightly shut as her big breasts won't allow for full closure, giving anyone a nice view of the top of her slip and the slight transparency it provides. You can distinctly discern the upper part of her tits through the sheer fabric. 'I am not decent... ugh... I'll be quick, Dens said it was okay.' - she thinks. She opens the door and quickly walks towards the mailbox, all the way at the sidewalk. She collects everything inside without looking. Lana is already halfway back to her porch when Jack's door opens. "Morning, neighbor! Nice and sunny today, huh!" - the overweight neighbor greets with a wave. "M-morning, Jack. Listen, I have to go..." - Lana starts to explain. "I just remembered, my wife Lilly and our son Evan are out of town at her parent's this week, but they told me they really want to meet you." - he interrupts her. "Oh, that is nice, I didn't know you were a dad!" - she says, feeling more trusting of Jack. "I want to meet them too, when are they back?" - she asks the balding neighbor. "Friday, so a few more days. Come here, let me show you a photo..." - he waves at her to come. The naive Lana is feeling a little self-conscious due to her outfit but knowing that Jack is married helps set her mind at ease. The wife-to-be crosses the imaginary line that divides their properties and walks towards his porch. He holds his phone up, motioning for her to stand next to him. "Look, isn't Evan so handsome? Smart too!" - he says proudly. She sees the photo of a smiling young kid next to a woman in her late 30s, who looks exhausted. "Indeed, he is a cutie patootie. How old is he?" - she asks, intrigued. "Just turned five last month!" - the neighbor beams with satisfaction. "Oh, I am looking forward to meeting them soon." - she replies. His face lights up at that remark. "Brilliant idea! We can take some photos now and I can send it to them, that way they get to meet you." - he says matter-of-factly. "Oh, sure, that seems reasonable. We just have to hurry; I need to bring Denn..." - she starts to explain. "Okay, okay, come closer...." - he says, opening his arms and putting his hand behind her shoulders. "Smile!" - he says taking a couple photos. Jack looks at them and makes a sour face. "What is wrong with the photos?" - she asks curiously. "Too many clothes, can't really see you clearly. Can you open your robe? They need to get to know you well!" - he insists. "O-open my r-robe?" - says Lana, taken aback by the request. "Is it necessary?" - she asks unsure. "Of course! How else are they supposed to get to know you? It's harmless, we're both wearing sleeping clothes." - motions him to his tank top and small shorts. She looks at his clothes for the first time and notices a big bulge on his small shorts. They seem more like underwear than pajama shorts. They even have a flap that is slightly agape. Lana starts to feel a little excited by the thought of Jack's bulge. "R-right... we are..." - she hesitantly agrees. He looks at her expectantly. She unties the knot on her robes and it falls open. Not much extra is showing, except now it's easier to have an idea of the shape and size of her ample breasts and have an unobstructed view at her creamy thick thighs. "Perfect! Lilly will love these!" - says Jack putting his arm around her again and taking a ton of selfies. The balding man keeps slightly moving and turning while making different faces. The naive fiancee follows his lead. Suddenly, Jack stops taking photos and looks down at himself. His arm is still ready to take more selfies. "Oops, don't look!" - he says with a grin. Lana instinctively looks down and sees that the flap of his shorts is open, the head of his penis poking out slightly. The dark red is a clear contrast against his underwear. She holds her breath, feeling herself blush profusely. She can't take her eyes away. It's the first piece of a penis she sees in person. Her nipples harden, her mouth is agape, and she starts to feel warmth between her legs. She stays quiet, fascinated by the sight. Not missing the opportunity, Jack starts to take a ton of photos. The teacher's poky nipples are obvious on the photos, making a distinct mark on her robe, as well as her red cheeks and head tilted down. It's clear to anyone looking that she is staring at his big dick poking out. He smirks looking at the innocent young fiancee admiring his penis. He is proud of his thick 7.5 inches when hard, but right now it's soft and she still seems impressed. Her mind races while Jack takes pictures. 'Oh my god, a peepee... well you can't really call that a peepee, it's more like a penis. So manly. What I am thinking.... It is so big.... No wonder his bulge is huge. Hopefully Denn's is as nice and large. I mean, it didn't feel as big, but maybe. If I touched Jack's I could compare. I mean, I wouldn't, I have Dennis... Right... Oh no.... I am staring. Lana, stop it! Stop looking at the big penis.' "Last photo... and done!" - he announces. "What's wrong dear?" - he asks. Lana is looking at him bewildered. "Y-your p-penis is out..." - she says embarrassed while pointing at it. "Oops, my bad. Thanks, dear, for the heads up, we wouldn't want anyone to see it right?" - he says, not moving and leaving it exposed. "No..." - she whispers. "Unless you want to see it again, of course. I can show you another time." - he says happily, trusting his hips very slightly. "Oh... erm...it's still out!" - she stammers. He laughs and adjusts his underwear. "Better now?" - he asks. "Thanks for the photos! They will love it. I'll send you some too. Bye now and have a good day!" - he turns and goes inside, not waiting for an answer. "H-have a good day!" - she says before the door closes. ***** She stays there for a second, regaining her composure. What had happened. Why did she think that? What was wrong with her? Maybe it was something she ate. She had seen a real-life penis and it had been so close to her. Her mind keeps wandering when she hears the door to her house open. She looks at it startled. "Babe? What is taking so long?" - asks Dennis worriedly. "Oh, sorry, I was just talking to Jack. Here is the mail." - she says, handing him the pile of letters. "Too late now, can you take them inside? I have to go. Why is your robe open?" - he asks. She blushes. "Never mind, I'm almost late. Have a good day, babe!" - he gives her a peck and leaves with his bags. "Have a good day, Dens!" - she says absentmindedly. After he leaves, the busty fiancee goes back inside, still flushed and with her heart beating a hundred miles per hour. She starts to clean up and get ready for work, but all she can think about is Jack's penis. Needless to say, she didn't get much done that morning. As she is putting some clothes away, she receives a message from Mary Hunter, her colleague, asking Lana to join her for lunch at the school cafeteria. Noon sharp. She agrees. She puts on a long sleeve blue blouse and a skirt, foregoing the tights and jacket from the day prior, as requested by Principal Bill. She opts for yellow lacy panties and a matching cotton bra. As she is about to leave, she receives a message from an unknown number. Message -- 11:30 -- Jack * Jack -- Hi Lana, this is Jack. Got your number with the school, hope you don't mind. * Lana -- Hi Jack, I don't mind, it's all good. * Jack -- Just wanted to send you some of the best photos of this morning. Have a good day! :) He sends her about 5 photos. Looking at the first she still has her robe closed and is posing next to Jack. Looks nice, although she could have done without seeing the top of her breasts. The second and third are from after she opened the robe. Lana blushes seeing the photos, as you could clearly make out the inside of her breasts hidden by the semi-transparent slip and her thighs, exposed for all the world to see. She starts to feel hot. Lana wasn't ready for the last 2. On them she could clearly see herself admiring and ogling the tip of Jack's big penis. Her mouth was agape, and you could make out her pokies on her robe. She never felt so horny in her life before, here she was drooling over another man's penis in a photo. She stares at the photos for a good 20 minutes, when she suddenly glances at the time and remembers the lunch appointment with Mary. She rushes out the door to school. ***** Interlude --- Winston Secret Chat Group "Oh lads, I hit the jackpot this morning..." - says Jack, sending a ton of photos from their 'session'. "Nice!" "Gross dude, I can see your dirty dick!" "Oh, her slip is sexy af..." "Her boobs are huge!" "You can see them through the blouse!" "Fuck me!" "She is hungry for some diiiick..." "Lol, enjoy!" - says Jack. ***** School -- Lunch Lana quickly makes her way to the school, trying to avoid as many people as possible. She arrives just in time. The teacher sighs, relieved, she didn't want to be late for lunch with her new friend. The buxom beauty enters the school and makes her way to the corridor left from the entrance. She enters the first set of doors, marked "Cafeteria". She promptly sees Mary on a table and makes her way there. Lots of students admire her as she passes. The table has a sign labeled "Teachers". "Hi Mary! Hopefully I am not too late." - says a tired Lana, breathing hard. "Hi Lana! Not at all, I just sat down. Let's go grab food." - Mary says, getting up from her chair and guiding Lana towards the line. Lana can't help but admire her new friend: Mary is well dressed, stunningly pretty, with long blonde hair and seems to behave with proper manners. Lana is glad to have her around to show her the ropes. All the students call Mary a MILF behind her back, as she always has a nice cleavage, exhibiting her fake C-cup boobs, and wears tight skirts that accentuate her shapely ass. She has an air of professionalism mixed with strong sexual vibes. "How does the food work here?" - the new teacher asks. "You go around to the 'food stations' and pick up whatever you want and put it on your tray. It's all free, covered by the town, however, in the end you have to go to the cashier so they can register your ID and what you got." - Mary quickly explains. "Sounds good, I am hungry!" - says the naive fiancee. They make their way through the stations and both teachers pick some stuff out, like a couple salads, some fruits and some yogurts. They line up at the cashier to register the items. Lana is the last in line. There are about 10 students in front of them and the line is moving very slowly. Apparently the front student forgot their ID and they are discussing it with the old lady, who is operating the cashier station. She looks like a grandma around 60 years old. After a couple minutes waiting, Lana hears a voice from behind her. "Hey, teach, how is it going? Hi mom!" - says a young voice to both women. Lana looks behind and sees Lukas Hunter, her student. "Right, I forgot Mary is your mommy!" - says an amused Lana. "What's wrong with that?" - asks Lukas, sensing the amusement on Lana's voice. "I didn't mean anything by it.... Mary... help me out..." - says the teacher looking at her colleague for help. Mary snickers at the situation but doesn't intervene. "I will show you!" - says Lukas. He suddenly holds the bottom of Lana's skirt and lifts it up, wrapping it around the waistband. The front stays in place. Her lacy yellow panties come into view as well as her big creamy butt. This happened quickly, but for the defenseless young teacher it felt like she could see it happening in slow motion. She screamed with surprise. Due to the loud screech, everyone in the cafeteria turned to look at her exposed ass and panties. Lots of laughter and shouts could be heard from the students. "Wooo!" "Nice ass" "What a huge butt" "Sexyyyy" "Take 'em off!" "Sluuut" Lana was paralyzed, she didn't want to drop her tray and make a mess, but the entire school was seeing her bum and underwear. They were seeing her in a way that even Dennis, her future husband, had barely seen her. It was only her second day, and here she was, showing all the students her butt. She started to feel hot, wetness forming between her legs, in her secret place. The desperate teacher looked at Mary, who was still snickering and then at Lukas, who grinned and bolted from the cafeteria. Lana could hear phones going off and people taking photos and videos. She started to panic slightly. "Mary, help me!" - pleads Lana, moving a little trying to untuck her skirt, in vain. She mostly twisted and turned as her hands were busy with the food tray. This caused the opposite effect, as her plump booty was basically shaking lewdly to the young horny eyes of the students. Mary approaches her and touches the top of her skirt. "I am trying... he did a good job, stay still!" - barks Mrs. Hunter to the naive teacher. "Turn this way, let me analyze it. Don't move." - she orders. Mary turns Lana towards the students, giving them an even better view of her juicy ass and her lacy panties. Lana is conflicted, she is feeling embarrassed but horny at the same time. 'Oh, goodness... what is happening, everyone is ogling me... not proper...I am a bad teacher.' - she thinks. Mary starts fiddling with her waistband and makes a frustrated sound. "He tucked them in your panties, I will have to lower them a bit to free your skirt." - says Mary nonchalantly. "B-but... you can't... in front of everyone..." - stammers Lana. Her coochie twitches at the thought. "It's the only way. It's fine, it's just the students, no big deal." - reasons Mary. Her new friend doesn't wait for an answer and pulls Lana's yellow panties halfway down her plump ass. Mary stops, deciding not to push her colleague too much. This time. Lana shrieks but doesn't move. She feels her heart thumping in her chest. "Wow, your booty is huge Lana. Tell me the secrets of your bubble butt later, dear." - says Mary sounding a bit flirty. She winks slyly at the students watching the scene. Lana blushes and knows that everyone in the cafeteria has a perfect view of half her butt without any panties. Naked. Her breath quickens and her mind races. 'Oh my... everyone is seeing my bum... without panties... I am getting so wet thinking about it. Am I enjoying this? It can't be, it is probably just embarrassment. Yeah... that is it. No... I am as hot as when I saw Jack's penis this morning... it was nice... maybe he would like my butt. What am I thinking? Stop... hmm... Maybe I can ask Dennis to touch me tonight? Yeah, maybe... ok. Stop it, Lana! Stop getting excited... control yourself!' Mary finally finishes fixing her skirt. As she releases the skirt, she gives Lana's booty a huge slap that resonates loudly throughout the cafeteria. The newbie teacher is at last covered, her indecent exposure ending, much to the chagrin of the horny audience. Multiple people recorded the whole incident, including the ass slap. "Ow!" - complains Lana about the slap. "Sorry, couldn't resist." - apologizes Mary. "It's o-okay..." - whispers the young teacher sheepishly. "Also, sorry for my son's pranks." - her new friend apologizes. "Now let's go eat our lunches." "N-no problem, b-boys will be boys I guess... r-right?" - Lana says, laughing a little and paraphrasing Dennis. "Thanks for the help." - she adds. They go through the cashier and sit down at the table. During their lunch, lots of students come by and compliment Lana on her big/juicy/bubble/round/fat ass. Lots of different adjectives were used. Mary authoritatively insists Lana thanks them for the compliments, so, upon her attentive gazes, the naive teacher thanks each student, blushing every time. Some students even call her a Pawg, she would have to ask someone about that one later. The two teachers talk about their interests, books and shows they watch. They exchange phone numbers, as Mary promises to send her some tips for good books she could find in the School Library. Lana has a good feeling about her new friendship, Mary seems nice. They make their way to the Staff Room to drop their belongings, and then to their respective classrooms to start the afternoon period. ***** Afternoon -- Homeroom Her students start to arrive a few minutes before the bell. She hugs every single one of them without a second thought. Lana was indeed getting used to the contact. Lukas was the last one to come in and he smiles at her mischievously. His blue eyes sparkling with a playful glint. Class was uneventful, with the students spending most of the time working on their term assignments, which would encompass every class and every subject into one long paper. Lana just lets her mind wander about the incidents of the day and helps the students with their questions when required. A few minutes before class ends, Andrew puts his hand up and calls the teacher. "Miss Cox, can you explain this to me and to the whole class?" - he inquires, lending her his phone. She picks it up and looks at it, slightly shocked. "Well... errm... isn't that the custom here? To give men above sixty, a kiss?" - she asks, embarrassed and confused. She hadn't realized people had taken photos of the moment. "Indeed, I have a photo of you kissing my grandfather Dick, and also my uncle Bill, the Principal." - he states. "O-oh, I didn't know you were from the Winston-Phillips family. Thanks for everything?" - she says a bit confused. "Yes, yes..." - he dismisses. "Miss Cox, you have kissed two men from my family, but not us!" - he says, with fake outrage. "Why would I kiss you? You are my student!" - responds the teacher, even more confused. "Well, you said it yourself yesterday, we are practically family. Or were you lying? - he questions. "Y-yes, I said that... it is true, we should treat each other like family during this year." - she answers submissively. "So, you are okay with kissing two men from my family, but not your own family?" - he continues. "But you are my students, I shouldn't kiss you!" - she argues back. "You remember what Bill said, right? Bonding between teachers and students is encouraged!" - he states. "I remember..." - she answers sheepishly. "We know you want to make a good impression, so you wouldn't want my uncle to be aware that you refused to bond with your students, right?"- he asks with authority. "N-no, I wouldn't want that..." - she agrees. "And I also assume your fiancee values his job at my grandfather's company." - he says calmly. "He does. I guess it can't be helped..." - she says reluctantly. "Great! So, from now on, we can greet and say goodbye with kisses." - he concludes. "My uncle, Principal Bill, will be proud. I'll tell him how well you are doing." - he says patronizingly. "T-thanks Andrew, I appreciate it." - says the naive teacher, agreeing to the deal. "You are welcome, and since we are family, we should exchange kisses, it is more appropriate and intimate than a one-sided kiss." - he says. "R-right. I guess it makes sense." - she accepts. All this talk of kissing her students was taking an effect on poor Lana, you could clearly see her hard nipples making an imprint on her blouse. She was subconsciously getting excited again. The bell rings, signaling the end of classes for today. Clubs would start the following week. Andrew takes the initiative. He stands, gathers his things and approaches the teacher. He points to his cheek. The boy is almost a foot taller than the buxom beauty, so she must stand on her tippy toes to kiss him. He whispers, 'my turn' and bends over, giving her a big smooch on the cheek, dangerously close to the lips. Andrew smiles elegantly and leaves. Chloe records the transaction from the front row and immediately shares it with the class messaging group. The volleyball team's captain follows her boyfriend's lead and exchanges kisses next. Each student, one by one, comes to the front of the class and quickly trades kisses with their willing teacher before leaving. Jim is the last one, and Lana feels him brush her nipples when leaving. Glancing down, she realizes how much they were aching. She was horny and needed relief. Lana chastises herself for feeling this way, she should know how to control herself better. This was not proper behavior. She gathers her belongings and makes her way home. ***** On the way home, she can't help but daydream about the events of the day... Jack's big penis in front of her eyes, the whole school seeing her exposed almost-naked butt and panties, and kissing her students on the cheek. And she would have to keep kissing them from now on. What would Dennis say? What would Dennis say... I guess she would have to tell him. ***** Night Lana tidies up the house and prepares dinner for Dennis. During dinner, the loving couple talks about their respective days at work. "Ugh, Lucius rode me hard today, he is so tough." - complains Dennis. "Sorry to hear that Dens, I had lunch with Mary today, Lucius' wife, she is nice." - comments the pretty fiancee. "That is good, I like that you are bonding with her. Maybe we can go out this weekend." - he says. "Anything interesting like yesterday happened?" - he asks, visibly curious. "W-well... yes..." - says Lana, who proceeds to tell him all that happened today. Everything except for her morning interaction with Jack, she wouldn't want him to worry about it. "Wow! So, everyone saw your butt and panties? Fascinating." - he comments, intrigued. "Y-yeah, it was embarrassing. I am mad at Lukas." - she states. "Ah don't worry babe; it was probably an innocent prank. Boys, ya know?" - he says shrugging. "Yes, but what about the kissing?" - she asks, worried her husband is upset. "Kissing makes sense, the students are important. Also, I am glad you did it, you are helping me. Andrew is Mr. Winston-Phillips' grandson and Lukas is Lucius' son, we need to please them." - says Dennis, clearly only worried about his job. "If you say so... so you don't mind?" - she asks, a little shocked but also excited. "Mind? No! Go ahead! It's just an innocent kiss on the cheek, it's great. I am glad you are bonding with everyone. This is our new home; we need to adapt." - he says happily. They finish dinner and get ready for bed. They turn off the lights and Dennis approaches his wife. "Babe... do you want to fool around a bit? I got a bit worked up with our dinner conversation..." - he whispers in her ear. "Okay... just this once, and I hope you can reciprocate the favor, I am also a bit hot." - she says. It's fully dark, but she can see Dennis fumbling with his pants. He guides her hand to his member. "Your peepee is so hot and hard..." - she whispers embarrassedly. He proudly trusts it in her hand. She starts to move her hand up and down his shaft, giving him a handjob while her mind wanders. 'Oh wow... it's so hard... but it's not very big... at least it doesn't feel like it... Jack's seems bigger and thicker. Wait, I wouldn't know. Maybe it's the same size, yes, probably. Next time I'll ask to leave the lights on. Oh, I am getting excited, hopefully Dens touches me too, I haven't let him do that before, but maybe it's time. I need it and I shouldn't do it myself, only my fiancee should. I am so wet...' Dennis, on the other hand, no pun intended, is in heaven. He can barely think. He loves her so much and the feeling of Lana touching his penis has him in ecstasy. "I am coming...ngggh..." - he announces, coming onto her hand and his shirt. She cleans it up with a Kleenex and gets up to throw it out and wash her hands in the bathroom. She enjoyed this more than the last time, maybe due to all the recent events slowly corrupting her innocent mind. In less than a minute she comes back to bed, and her future husband is already fully asleep. She tries to wake him up to no avail. Frustrated and extremely horny, Lana turns to her side and attempts to sleep. Once again, her dreams are filled with nothing but sexual situations. ***** Interlude --- Winston Secret Chat Group Needless to say, the group chat was flooded with photos from Lana's ass incident and also from the classroom kissing. AUTHOR'S NOTE:from now on, I will omit this sequence unless there is something important, like a new plan or foreshadowing. Thanks! ***** Day 3 -- Wednesday Early Morning Dennis' alarm goes off extremely early. He hops out of bed and showers quickly. By the time Lana is up, Dennis is almost ready to leave for work. "Bye hun, I need to be there early for a meeting, I'll get breakfast at work! Love you." - he says, giving her a peck on the lips and leaving. He is not 2 minutes out the door when Lana's phone lights up with a message. Message -- 07:12 -- LukTTT * LukTTT -- Hi teach! * Lana -- Hello, who is this? * LukTTT -- It's Lukas Hunter, got your number from my mom. * Lana -- Hi Lukas, what can I do for you? * LukTTT -- Just wanted to apologize for lunch yesterday, it wasn't very nice. Sorry. * Lana -- Thanks, apology accepted. * LukTTT -- Sorry that I showed your big ass to everyone. I didn't mean it. * Lana -- It's okay, see you at school. * LukTTT -- See ya teach! Still a little upset at the incident, she starts to get ready for school. After her shower she notices she has a new message from Lukas with a photo. She opens it and her jaw drops. On her screen is a big hard dick, it must be at least 8 inches and very hard. She could see the angry and bulbous head, and all the slight veins in the shaft. For Lana's inexperienced mind, this penis is huge, bordering unreal. After all, she had never seen a real penis before, only in Biology books/classes and Jack's, but his member wasn't erect. She couldn't take her eyes off her phone and was starting to have obscene thoughts when a new message popped up on her screen. Message -- 07:40 -- LukTTT * LukTTT -- Oops! Sorry teach, this wasn't for you lol. It was for a girl in class 2-A. * Lana -- Ah it's okay, I will delete it. * LukTTT -- No need, you can keep it, you already saw my dick. No harm, no foul. * Lana -- Question... is this your real penis? * LukTTT -- Lol, yeah sorry again. Decided to take advantage of my morning wood :). * Lana -- I see, okay... see you in class. * LukTTT -- Bye teach, enjoy the cock lol. Not wanting to be late, she closes the messaging app and finishes getting ready, 'forgetting' to delete the photo. At least the prim and proper part of her did, the horny part knew what she was doing. She puts on a long sleeve yellow blouse and a skirt, with simple cotton pink panties and a bra. She didn't even think about tights or a jacket. She grabs a travel mug with coffee and leaves for work. The young teacher is thankful that she doesn't run into Jack and his fat penis. She means Jack, just Jack. No penis. ***** Morning -- Bio The naive fiancee arrives a bit early for the lesson, giving her plenty of time to prepare. She drops some stuff at the Staff Room and makes her way to her classroom, stopping by the bathroom first. She chooses the stall on the right and starts to pee. Suddenly she hears soft moaning coming from the adjacent stall. There are also some wet sounds paired with the moans. 'Is someone masturbating?' - thinks Lana blushing. The sounds continue obscenely, echoing through the bathroom tiles. Lana finishes her business and silently leaves her stall, but curiosity gets the best of her. She decides to take a quick peek. She peeps through the door slit. Inside, her shy student Evie is clearly masturbating. She is naked from the waist down and her legs are spread wide open. One hand is rubbing her sex while the other hand is touching her clitoris. 'Evie? Oh, my... who knew she was so libidinous... she seems so innocent. I bet she is a little pervert.' - she reflects, her nipples hardening. Like Jack and Lukas' penis, Lana had never seen a live vagina before. Not even hers, she never properly looked, always a little scared and embarrassed by it. Now there it was, in all its glory, her student's cooch, being rubbed raw in front of her. Lana couldn't help but admire and look. Evie had trimmed black pubic hair on top of her mounds and was hairless everywhere else. Her cute coochie was a couple shades darker than her white skin, but still pretty, with small outer lips and a rosy tone. Lana starts to feel horny herself, her mind racing again. 'This is hot... maybe I should do this tonight... Dens didn't have the energy to touch me... maybe I should masturbate again... I am feeling so aroused... look at her coochie is so wet... and her clitoris is clearly excited. Oh my, how strongly she is rubbing it... ah... so lewd...' Her thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the bathroom door opening. A couple girls walk in chatting, approaching the sinks. Looking like a deer in the headlights, the teacher bolts to the door and leaves. ***** By the time class is supposed to start, Lana has already composed herself. She greets the students by exchanging kisses on their cheeks. She furiously blushes when kissing Lukas, vividly seeing his big penis on her mind. When is time to kiss Evie, she blushes even harder if you can believe it! The teacher smells a bit of musk in the air, coming from the naughty little minx. "Hello everyone! It is time to start Bio." - she says excitedly. She notices that most of the students are frowning a bit or don't seem enthusiastic. "Oh, don't worry! This is not your usual Biology, we will start with Sex Ed and Anatomy for half of the year, so hold on to your butts! That is right, I said BUTTS!" - she continues even more excited. Lots of woos and yays could be heard, mainly from Chloe and the TTT boys. "So, I wrote on the board the lesson plans for the next few months, take a look." - she says, pointing at the board. She reads them out loud. '* Part 1) Puberty -- what is happening * Part 2) Anatomy -- bodies, external and internal genitalia * Part 3) Sex Hormones -- hormones and hormone level * Exam -- practical and oral * Part 4) External fluids -- menstrual cycle and ejaculation * Part 5) Intercourse * Part 6) Baby -- embryonic development, breastfeeding and baby development * Final Exam' The immature students 'wooed', 'awed' and snickered at every word. Especially when she said sex, oral and ejaculation. "These are important things. We will spend some time on each topic, in order." - she explains. "Puberty will be the quickest, as most of you already finished going through it, so I expect to cover it all today during our double periods. Pay lots of attention that this will all be important for your initial Exam, understood?" - she asks. "Yes, Miss Lana!" - says the class in unison. During the rest of the morning, Lana goes into a boring and pragmatic explanation of puberty and all that happens to the human body. Textbook stuff, not very exciting. Most of the students were bored, but still taking notes, since they took their studies abnormally seriously. The end of the morning was quickly approaching, so the teacher decides to start the final exercise. "Now to finish class for the morning, one by one, I want you to come to the board and write 3 words related to puberty and what we discussed today. Jim, you go first." - explains the teacher. In turn, the students come to the board and write some words. Lana reads them out loud and quickly explains them. Only Benjamin is left. "Very good Chloe, breasts, pubic hair and erections are all good examples we discussed today." - says the teacher pragmatically. Benjamin goes to the board and snickers after writing his 3 words. "R-right... let me see... 'Hard Cock'... well, that is slang for an erect penis. V-very good. N-next is Anal, which is the act of having sexual intercourse through ones' anus... thanks Benjamin, we may discuss this in the future." - the teacher says. "Love me some fine ass!" - yells Wyatt from the back. Everyone laughs. "Continuing... the last one is... t-titfuck... erm...you also wrote titjob underneath I see... well..." - stammers the teacher, embarrassed for saying such foul words. "What is that teacher?" - asks Jim innocently. 'Ugh, what I am doing' - asks Lana to herself. "Erm... a titfuck or a titjob, is a sexual act involving the male genitalia and the female breasts." - she tries to explain. "How come?" - inquires Evie curiously. "Oh, well... the female envelopes the erect penis with her breasts and masturbates it, using her breasts to make rhythmic motions." - the buxom teacher explains, painfully aware of her own boobs. "But you need big boobies to do that!" - chimes in Chloe. Evie frowns. "Are we going to talk about this? Also, call me BJ." - asks Benjamin with a grin. "S-sure BJ, we may discuss it during part 5, intercourse." - clarifies the teacher. "Okay! I will hold you to that." - tells him devilishly. Lana gets a little excited by the event, as the students can clearly see by her hard nipples poking her blouse. All that titfucking talk made her slightly turned on. At this moment the alarm sounds to signal the end of the class. "See you all this afternoon for the practical Lab!" - announces the teacher. The students all leave in a hurry to grab lunch. ***** Lunch - School Lana makes her way to the Staff Room, deciding to eat her lunch at her desk. She made herself a veggie sandwich that morning. During lunch she gets a message from Mary. Message -- 12:15 -- Mary Hunter * Mary -- I have a book to recommend! I left it with Flora, the Librarian. * Lana -- Oh thanks! Will get it right away. * Mary -- Enjoy ;) Without a second though, she finishes her sandwich and makes her way to the library, which wasn't far from the Staff Room. She enters and is immediately amazed by the sheer size. The library is huge for such a small town. Lots of students and even some adults are going about, and some are on the tables reading and studying. The teacher approaches the central counter where a woman in her early 30s stands, she is wearing the classic librarian attire with thick rimmed glasses. "You must be Flora?" - Lana asks. "Yes indeed, you must be Lana Cox? Mary said you were stopping by." - the librarian replies. "I am, nice to meet you. Mary mentioned you had something set aside for me?" - the teacher asks. "I do, and I must say, good taste. I really enjoyed it, I feel like you will like it." - she says with a sly smile, handing her the book. "Thank you! I will return it soon." - she says, grabbing the book and leaving without even looking at it. She goes back to the Staff Room, sits down on her desk and looks at the cover. It reads "Tutoring the Delinquent by Jessa Kane". Apparently, it was a steamy romance between the quiet campus genius and the college football troublemaker. The buxom Lana blushes, the novel is clearly erotica. 'Oh, goodness... now Flora knows I am reading smut books, it does not seem appropriate for a teacher to be doing this... let me ask Mary.' - she decides. She messages her new friend, asking how the library had these kinds of books and why did she assume she would like it. No response. Once again, beaten by her own curiosity, Lana opens a random page and starts to read. It is erotica indeed. And she opened it right in the middle of a sex scene. She reads a few words and quickly closes the book and looks around the room, as someone who got caught doing something they shouldn't have. The newbie teacher stuffs the book in her purse and decides to talk to Mary later about it. She wasn't going to read it. Of course not. She was just going to ask her colleague and then give it back to the library. Secretly, she was very intrigued by the book. She finishes preparing her materials and makes her way to the classroom. Mary replies saying she will explain it better tomorrow during lunch. ***** Afternoon -- Bio Lab The students start trickling in and Lana greets them with the now customary kiss exchange. Once they are all settled, the teacher launches into a quick recap of that morning's class, Puberty and body changes. After finishing she introduces the next topic of the course. "Okay class now is time for some practical aspects. Please, I need a male and a female volunteer?" - asks the busty educator. Chloe, the cheery, gorgeous and sexy captain of the volleyball puts her hand up. Lana points at her. "Me and Drew will do it!" - she says excitedly. Andrew sighs with exasperation. "Okay, come up to the front of the class and stand on each side of me." - instructs the teacher. "Jim, can you take notes for them? Thanks!" - she asks, and the ginger boy nods shyly. "What are we doing, Miss Cox?" - inquiries Andrew. "Chloe and Andrew, I will use your bodies to point and demonstrate better some of the things I explained earlier. Is that okay?" - she explains. They both nod agreeably. Lana embarks into another series of explanations, pointing all the signals of puberty on each student, giving examples and answering questions. Even though it's a very sexual subject in nature, the students take the lesson surprisingly serious and not a lot of throw away questions are asked. Lana is very impressed with them. Of course, this didn't last long, not with the prankster class. Halfway through the class, once Lana finishes her initial barrage of information, she gets ready to end the puberty topic, asking her students for the final round of questions. "Any more questions? If not, I can dismiss Chloe and Andrew." - informs the teacher. Wyatt put his hand up. She points at him. "Miss Lana, I think I got most things, but I still don't understand the boobs. I have boobs too, it doesn't make sense, can you explain more?" - he says sounding confused. She nods and again explains the female breasts, their high-level use and how they develop during puberty. "Hmm, I still don't get it. I don't think they are real." - he turns to the class. "My cousin Munchy told me that girls put socks in their bras, so whack." - he says. Everyone laughs. Lana is slightly annoyed at her pupil. "No, they don't Wyatt." - says the teacher with exasperation. "I don't believe you! Munchy is not a liar, he's a manager at a store!" - protests Wyatt. "You can't call a gas station a store!" - mocks BJ. Everyone laughs and Wyatt punches him jokingly. "Well, maybe he just tricked you..." - suggests the naive fiancee. Seeing a golden opportunity, Lukas interrupts Lana. "You are calling his cousin a liar, teach? You said you were going to be open and honest with us, and now you say this to my boy?" - he asks, feigning indignation. "W-what does that have to do with..." - she tries to explain. "Miss Cox, I think the only reasonable way to prove your point is to remove your blouse and show us that you don't have any socks on your bra." - Andrew says with authority. "That seems senseless... I can't do that... again... you are my students..." - protests Lana. "I guess Munchy was right! She has socks on her boobs!" - teases Wyatt. Everyone laughs at the buxom teacher. "No, I don't!" - Lana replies, frustrated. "Prove it!" - teases Lukas. BJ starts to chant 'prove it' slowly, and soon all the students are chanting 'prove it' together. "Prove it, prove it, prove it, prove it" -- they chant. "FINE!" - yells Lana, exasperated. Everyone suddenly goes quiet. They are afraid that if they say another word, the teacher will come to her senses. Andrew and Chloe are basically statues standing next to Lana. Frustrated by Wyatt and Lukas, she quickly unbuttons her blouse and removes it, before she really realizes what she is doing. Lana is standing in just a bra in front of her students. With a distressed grunt, she throws the blouse at her chair. "Happy! They are not socks!" - she says, holding her breasts through her bra. All the students had an amazing view of her 38DD breasts encased in a pink cotton bra. They are perfect and huge. Supple and full. And extremely obscene. These are breasts that belong on a porn star, not on a virgin naive teacher. Nobody says anything or makes any noises for what seems like an eternity, but it was only a few seconds. Everyone feared breaking the enchantment. Andrew was the one that broke the spell, clearing his throat loudly. "Caham!" - he clears his throat. "Very well, you proved your point, Miss Cox. Nice boobs." - he compliments the teacher. "Sorry Wyatt, Munchy is a liar!" - BJ laughs at his friend. Lana turns towards Andrew and realizes what had happened. She was wearing just a bra in front of her students, they could clearly see the shape, size and some parts of her breast. She immediately covers herself with her hands. "Now, now, we've already seen your tits, it is too late for that. Think on the bright side, this will also be a great example of puberty, as we can clearly analyze the big breasts of a grown woman." - explains Andrew, making too much sense for her liking. "I g-guess it makes sense..." - she says agreeably. "Still...I shouldn't..." "Teach, you agreed to go with us to the beach in a bikini, so this is not very different." - reasons Lukas from his seat. Everyone agrees with him and Andrew. "Thanks, Miss Lana, can you explain now using your slutty tits as an example?" - asks Wyatt cheekily. "Wyatt! Manners... Are you sure y'all want this?" - the naive teacher asks the class. "Miss Lana, it's a reasonable request, that way we'll all learn better!" - comments Chloe next to her. "O-okay, it can't be helped since you all saw them already..." - she says, surrendering to the students. Lana releases her hands, and once again, exposes her bra-encased boobs to her classroom. They all applaud and cheer for her. She smiles at them, blushing profusely. The teacher dives into the same detailed explanation as before, this time using her breasts to point out the examples of puberty changes and their diverse use. Lana starts to feel hot and bothered, all her students have their horny eyes glued to her enormous tits. She can feel her chest tightening. Nobody misses when her nipples harden during the explanation. The busty beauty is explaining on autopilot, too distracted with her own thoughts to notice when Chloe dexterously slides her bra strap down her left shoulder. After a few seconds, she does the same with the other shoulder. 'Oh my god... I am just wearing a bra in front of them... they called my breasts slutty... actually... they said tits and boobs... so wrong. Slutty tits. Slutty boobs... this is wrong... why I am getting so hot and aroused for showing my tits in front of my students. Focus Lana, let's finish this.' "(...) that makes sense now, Wyatt?" - asks the teacher, visibly turned on, her nipples trying to explode through her bra. "Yes, Miss Lana, thanks for the visual demonstration." - Wyatt answers with a huge grin. "I have to say, you have the nicest pair of boobs I have ever seen!" - BJ shouts a compliment. "Like you've seen any others! Idiot!" - mocks Lukas, punching him in the arm. The TTT trio laughs. "T-thanks I guess." - says the naive and horny teacher. Suddenly, Chloe unclasps Lana's bra using her nimble hands honed by years of playing volleyball. Since the straps were down, the teacher's bra falls forward, getting stuck halfway down her arms. In the few seconds that takes Lana to realize what has happened, all the students have a clear view of the teacher's supple milky breasts, including her large areolas, and her pink hard nipples. "Ah!" - she exclaims, using her hands to cover herself. Once her hands contact her boobs, a moan escapes her mouth. She almost had a small orgasm showing her bare tits to her students and then rubbing her hard nipples with her bra. Like a cheesy movie, the bell rings at this exact moment. The teacher quickly runs to her desk and hides behind her shirt. The students say their goodbyes from a distance and leave in a hurry, not wanting to traumatize their new teacher any further. In a trance, she quickly gets dressed and grabs her stuff, leaving her class. She didn't have anything else today, so she makes her way home. Her mind races with flashbacks of the events of the day: Lukas' big penis, Evie masturbating, her talking about titfucking during a lesson, the erotica book that Mary picked out for her, her being in a bra for half the afternoon, and finally, all her students seeing her naked breasts. 'Wow, I didn't realize that my tits were so sensitive... I mean breasts, my breasts.' - she corrects herself. What would Dennis say? What would Dennis say... I guess she would have to tell him. ***** Night Lana tidies up the house and starts to prepare dinner for Dennis. She receives a call from him halfway through and he explains that he will be home late tonight and will miss dinner. Lucius gave him a big presentation for Friday. She sighs, puts everything away and fixes herself a quick meal instead. The buxom fiancee gets ready and settles in bed, reminiscing again about her day. That reminds her of the book that she picked from the library, "Tutoring the Delinquent by Jessa Kane". The submissive teacher is curious about the title and the quick synopsis. She couldn't resist. She takes it out from her purse and starts to read. An hour passes and her panties are sopping wet. Her nipples are once again hard as ice, but she was feeling hot. The book was so arousing. She had never read erotica before, and this was a steamy romance between students at a school. It was so hot for her, she imagined herself in the main girl's shoes, a quiet bookworm virgin who is seduced by the sexy college jock. Lana didn't get to any sex scenes yet, but she had just read a scene involving a handjob and one involving cunnilingus. She starts a new chapter, this one involving a blowjob. Wow, she wasn't expecting that. She starts to touch herself above her panties. At this moment, the wife-to-be hears keys opening the front door and Dennis coming in. 'Perfect opportunity!' - she thinks. 'We can try to do the touching from yesterday.' He enters the bedroom, gives her a peck on the lips and quickly changes his clothes. "Hi, babe..." - he greets her tiredly. "Dens, I had a crazy day... I wore a bra..." - she starts to say. He then immediately jumps into bed cutting her off. "Sorry, I am too tired, let's talk tomorrow." - he says, turning around to sleep. Frustrated once again, Lana turns off the lights and tries to sleep, ignoring her extreme horniness. She dreams of her performing a titjob on Lukas' big cock in front of the entire class. Her panties are a mess when she wakes up the next day.

Naked Mall Challenge Let me start by telling a little bit about myself for any new readers. My name is Nikki also known as Nrlynkdbabe. I am a 31-year- old Jersey girl who stands 5'6" with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. My measurements are 34c-23-35 and about 120 lbs. I had my first nude in public experience (I call them adventures) about five years ago. I love to be naked but prefer that everyone else is clothed. Nude beaches, naturist resorts and such do not exhilarate me, although I enjoy the chance to be naked. I love the stories I read on the various websites and sometimes use ideas from stories I read for my adventures, usually adding my own twist to it. I have gone out wearing sweatpants that were quite loose and sitting low on my hips with nothing under them, which was obvious when they slid down. I have gone out in a towel and driven through a fast food drive thru naked. I sometimes forget that some stories I read are about females in Europe where nudity is pretty well accepted and that some stories are fantasies and not actual experiences. This and my growing boldness can get a girl in trouble, which you will see in this adventure. The last is that many adventures ago I enlisted my friend Ed to help keep me safe but to also help me push the boundaries, both of which he does quite well. He has devised ways to get me naked and has at times set up situations without my knowledge where I end up naked and scared, though he always knew I was in no danger. One thing to remember about Ed is he has a devious mind but always watches out for me. The security of having Ed near when on an adventure played a big part of my increasing bravado. I also brought my friend Jenna into my adventures and she sometimes gets naked with me but also assists Ed on some of my adventures. As some of you may have read in earlier adventures, Jenna and I spent some time in a less popular small mall off the main highways. We were not only enjoying a bit of flashing in and around the mall but I was laying out a plan for a new adventure. I had read a story about a female and a nude in public experience in a mall that went beyond leaving the dressing room door open or a little flash here and there. In retrospect I have to believe that the part of the story I recreated was either fantasy or took place in Europe. I had pretty much planned everything out before I mentioned it to Jenna or Ed. I decided it was time to share my plan with Ed and Jenna, as I would need both of them for this adventure. I called them the next day and invited them over the next evening for some drinks and to hear what I wanted to do for my next adventure. They both accepted and were as anxious to hear what I had in mind as I was to what they thought of my plan. I was excited as I prepared for Jenna and Ed to arrive. I hadn't had a big adventure in awhile and was looking forward to this one. I made a pitcher of Margaritas as I thought through my plan. I heard the doorbell and went to the door and saw it was Jenna. She came in and we sat down to wait for Ed to arrive. "So tell me Nik what do you have in mind?" "Well Jen, just sit and relax until Ed gets here." "You didn't tell me Ed was coming." "Is that a problem?" I asked "No, not at all. Just tell me, does you plan include me getting naked with you?" "No it doesn't, but if you really want to we can work something out." I said smiling "No problem, I'll wait for the next time," replied Jenna We sat and chatted a bit until I heard a car door and knew Ed had arrived. I went to the door and let him in, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he entered. I told Ed to have a seat as I got him a drink. We made a little small talk and I told Ed about the shopping adventure I had with Jenna. I told him she was starting become quite the exhibitionist. "I have a long way to go to be like you Nikki" Jenna said "Well maybe so, but you are wearing less clothes than before." Jenna agreed and I told Ed that she has pretty much never wears a bra or panties even with shorter skirts. "I just don't believe it" Ed said as he winked at me. "Jenna, show Ed I'm not bullshitting him." Jenna put her drink down and stood up. She reached down grabbing the hem of her short knit dress and lifted it to her waist, showing us her totally very light blonde landing strip. "There see Ed she's not wearing anything under her dress." "She may be wearing a bra." He said with a wink. Before I could say anything Jenna pulled the dress over her head and stood there naked. "You were right, all she had on was the dress." Ed said smiling "Well, can I get dressed now?" I stood up, pulled off my skirt, grabbed my top and lifted it off tossing both aside, then sat back down. Jenna folded her dress and sat it on the table then sat down. "Ok Nikki, what have you got on your mind?" Ed asked I can see the glimmer in your eyes." Jenna said with a smirk on her face. I then began explaining to them how I had read a series of stories about a photographer and a young female model. There was one chapter about being naked in a mall. "We were just naked in some stores at the mall, Nikki." Jenna said "No, this is different." "It isn't just being naked in a store, it's more than that." "I think I need another drink before I hear this." Jenna said laughing I went and grabbed the pitcher of margaritas from the fridge, refilled our glasses than I sat down and continued with my plan. You see "What exactly is it you want to do Nikki?" Ed asked. I went on to explain about the story I read and said I wanted to do the same but with my own twist. "You want to walk through the mall naked?" Jenna said in disbelief "You have lost your mind girl, you'll get your naked ass arrested" " Maybe not." Ed replied " If we plan carefully and choose the right day and time it may be fine" he said Nikki, your gonna end up in the back of a police car and walked through the police station naked." Jenna said Now the thought of that scares the hell out of me but I could also feel my pussy dampen. I went on and explained that I needed the two of them to help me do this. In the story the girl dropped her clothes at one end of the mall and the photographer had a dress in a bag waiting for her at the other end. They were on the same level in the story, but I was adding my own twist. I planned on taking my dress off and having Ed tear it in half (he loves to destroy my clothes). Then he would drop it in the trash while on the lower level right at the escalator. I would then ride the escalator to the upper level before walking the entire length of the mall and taking the escalator down meet Jenna. She would be waiting at the opposite end of the mall from where I started with a dress for me to put on quickly. I would have no way of covering up from the time I took off my dress till I reached Jenna. The thought of that makes my nipples stiffen and my pussy throb. Jenna was looking at me like I am insane. She had nothing to say for a bit, she just kept shaking her head as she sipped her drink. I could see Ed was mulling this whole thing over and then said we would need to go check out the mall. "I've already done that with Jen and don't want to delay this too much, or I may back out." "No you won't, you can do this." Ed said with confidence. "Now that I've heard your plan I am very happy that you don't want me to join you." Jenna said laughing. I knew deep down that Jenna wished she could walk naked with me but I wanted to do this alone. I wanted to be the naked one walking through the mall. It's not my ultimate fantasy, which is to walk through Penn Station in New York City totally naked, but this is one that has me over the moon with anticipation. "It's not that I don't want you to join me, but I need you both to help me so I don't end up naked in the police station, as you said earlier." We sat and did some planning about the day and time. I have checked the mall out a number of times. After doing so I decided I wanted to do this sometime about 2pm on a weekday, most likely a Tuesday or Wednesday. My thought is that lunchtime is over, kids are in school and the mall should be somewhat empty. It was also decided that Ed would be with me at the start when I take off the dress so he can destroy it. Jenna will be at the other end of the mall on the lower level right near the escalator holding a dress I can just pull quickly over my head. Once we worked out most of the details, it was decided we would do this the following Wednesday, both Jenna and Ed were ready to leave. Jenna got dressed. I stayed naked and walked them out to their cars. After they left I was so excited thinking about what I was going to do in just a few days but I also had that nervous feeling. "Am I insane? I said out loud to myself. Maybe I am. Jenna called me the next day to see if I had changed my mind. "Your not serious about this are you, Nikki?" Jenna asked `Yes I am, I know I can do this'" I replied Jenna went on trying to convince me that I was surely going to end up in jail. I told her I trusted Ed and knew he would ensure that didn't happen. She once again said I was completely insane and hoped that I would reconsider. "No way, I am going to do this and love every minute of it." Jenna gave up and said she would meet me at my house Wednesday about 1pm. I was all excited thinking about what I was going to do in just a few days. I found it hard to concentrate at work. I kept picturing myself taking off my dress and getting on the escalator to the upper level. I had to stop thinking about it as I could feel my pussy begin to throb more and more. As I thought about walking the length of the mall naked I started getting warm and had to change my thoughts to other things at least until I was home. I started unbuttoning my dress as I entered my house. I was naked before I reached the kitchen. I poured a glass of wine and went in to take a shower. As I stood in the shower under the warm water I began to picture what would happen in just a few days. I held the shower head with one hand as my other began to tease my clit. I had the water pulsating on my pussy as I played out the events to come in my mind. This was going to be the most exciting adventure, getting closer to my ultimate fantasy. I was so excited yet nervous but I knew it would all be fine. I kept the water pulsating as I played with my clit and slid two fingers in and out. I felt my orgasm building and after a little more clit teasing I came. I waited to catch my breath and then I put the shower head and began soaping up my entire body. I love the feel of my hands or someone else's sliding over my wet soapy body. I started getting worked up again and quickly grabbed the showerhead and rinsed off. I toweled myself off and walked out into the kitchen naked for more wine before going into the bedroom closet to find two outfits for Wednesday. I found that every aspect of this adventure excited me from my clothing selection to the idea of walking through the mall to the possibility of getting arrested. Although the thought of getting arrested scares the crap out of me but also excites me. I thought to myself If I was this excited before my adventure I thought I may just cum during it. I knew that if I pull this off I will have many orgasms replaying it in my mind and while writing it to share with those who chose to read it. I snapped back to reality and found an old dress that has a few large buttons down the front. I will be able to unbutton them quickly and let the dress drop so Ed can grab it rip it in half and dispose of it. I would also wear an old pair of flip flops that Ed would discard with the dress. I wanted to be 100% naked, no clothing, footwear or jewelry. The dress was not terribly short which was good because for once I didn't want to draw attention to myself as I walked through the mall and into position by the escalator. I also pulled out a T-shirt dress that I will be able to pull over my head easily when I reach Jenna at the other end of the mall and a pair of sandals. I had my outfits ready so all I had to do now is wait for Wednesday. Time seemed to drag and as it did I began thinking about my upcoming adventure. This time though it was agitating the butterflies in my stomach giving me second thoughts. I fought all the negative thoughts knowing that Ed would make sure everything went as planned. The waiting was the worst and after what seemed an eternity it was Wednesday morning. I received calls from Jen and Ed, Jen asking if I was really going to do it and Ed saying everything would be fine. They were both coming to my house at 1:30pm . I gave Jenna the clothes I would need once my walk was completed and told her to park at the end of the mall where my walk would end and I would ride with Ed and park at the other end. After talking to them both I waited a bit and then went in and took a shower. I made sure to remove all my jewelry and stayed naked until just before 1:30. Finally it was time to get ready. I pulled the dress on and buttoned it up then I slipped on my old flip flops and waited. In just minutes Ed pulled up and I went outside to wait for Jen. As soon as she arrived I gave her the bag holding my t-shirt dress and sandals. I made sure that Jen knew exactly where she was to be with my clothes and sent her off. I jumped in Ed's car and in about 20 minutes we were at the mall. There were a number of cars parked in the various lots but it wasn't overly crowded. My stomach was jumping as we made our way into the mall and toward the escalator. I felt really covered up but knew that feeling would be gone in no time. We reached the escalator in just a few minutes. " You ready babe? " Ed asked " Yes I think so." I replied with a slight smile "One last thing, you have to ride the escalator up, no walking to speed things up." Ed said with that wicked grin "I'll do my best." I said as I kicked off my flip flops. A moment later I began to unbutton my dress. There was no one right in the immediate area as I took it off and handed it to Ed. In one swift motion my dress was ripped in half and tossed in the trash with my flip flops. No turning back now. Jenna had the only clothes I could use to cover myself and so If I chickened out I would have to walk or run through the store that leads to the parking lot. I forced my feet to move and stepped onto the escalator, fighting the urge to run up to the top. There was no turning back now as my those damn butterflies wreaked havoc on my stomach. Hugs to all Nikki Mall Adventure Conclusion I apologize for leaving you all hanging in the first part of this adventure. I wanted to have it all done before I submitted it but I was inundated with e-mails asking for me to post something. I love getting all the e-mails, comments (good and bad) and the questions and all and wanted to please you all. I tried to find a good place to stop and decided it would be just as I lose my clothes. I didn't intentionally want to leave you frustrated as some of you are and I will try not to have this happen again. I hope you will feel it worth the wait and enjoy the conclusion. I do have more adventures coming soon. Below is the last paragraph of Ch. 1 just to jog your memories. A moment later I began to unbutton my dress. There was no one right in the immediate area as I took it off and handed it to Ed. In one swift motion my dress was ripped in half and tossed in the trash with my flip flops. No turning back now. Jenna had the only clothes I could use to cover myself and so If I chickened out I would have to walk or run through the store that leads to the parking lot. I forced my feet to move and stepped onto the escalator, fighting the urge to run up to the top. There was no turning back now as my those damn butterflies wreaked havoc on my stomach. As I began the ascent to the upper level so many thoughts were speeding through my head. I suddenly realized that I could not see who, if anyone was near the escalator (which really is an escal-aire) on the upper level. The difference between an escalator and escal- aire is an escal-aire has glass sides, so I was even more visible to anyone on the side as I rode up to the top. There could be mall security somewhere close. I began thinking this was a huge mistake but knew I had to get to Jenna. There would be no one at the car and I certainly wasn't carrying any keys. It seemed like the escalator was almost standing still as it took me ever so slowly to the top. I wanted to move up a few steps but looking back down behind me I saw Ed still standing there and knew I had to stand my ground. My heart was pounding as I slowly got closer to the top. I always deal with a barrage of feelings during an adventure but I was much more nervous this time. There was so much that could go wrong but of course that also added to my almost unbearable excitement. I thought for sure this would all be a blur if I got through it but I remember so clearly thinking, "I'm naked on a mall escalator." with a huge smile on my face. Despite all of the fear I was as turned on as I could ever be without touching myself. I took another look back down and Ed was gone. My security blanket was no longer visible and I started to panic. I forced myself to calm down and get my head clear. I really needed to start paying attention to my surroundings. I had to watch for security, and look for any place I could possibly get to for safety if I did see any mall police. I looked over the side of the escalator to see if anyone had noticed the crazy naked female. I saw a few people but it seemed either they hadn't noticed me or just didn't care. I was nearing the top after what seemed an eternity and I began to get that awful feeling in my stomach. My fear of what I would encounter at the top was exceeding my excitement. I couldn't help but think this latest adventure was going to be the one to get me in real trouble. This is the one that would bring me back to reality, realizing I need to go back to just getting naked at private parties and other safer places. The time had come, in just a few feet I would have to step off the escalator not knowing what or who I would encounter. This started getting me a bit excited again. I could now see the upper level of the mall in front of me and was relieved there were no mall cops in sight. I was sure someone had seen me on the escalator and reported me. I was sure that I would be met by mall security when I reached the top. I had been overwhelmed with fear just before the upper level came into view but now my excitement was building again. I was ready to step off the escalator onto the upper level and needed to pay attention. It really isn't a smart idea to ride an escalator barefoot. I was actually living out one of my ultimate adventures and I was loving it. I saw one middle- aged man off to the side as I stepped off the escalator. The look on his face as he saw me was sheer shock. He just sort of stared, mouth gaping open as he followed me with his eyes as I walked past him. I was both relieved and disappointed that the upper level was nearly deserted. I wanted attention, I wanted to be seen by many as I walked brazenly through the mall naked. I just didn't want mall security to be part of my audience. I wanted to prolong this as long as possible but knew I should be happy if I get to Jenna without incident. I moved a bit to the side, closer to the railing so I could see the lower level as I made my way along the upper level. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Ed trailing me from below and also allowing me to be visible to anyone who happened to glance up from below. I didn't see Ed anywhere and hoped he had me in view as I made my way across the upper level. I saw a few people here and there but thankfully no one who seemed to be disgusted enough or angry enough to report me to security. I was doing this, I was actually walking, albeit at a faster pace as naked as I could be through a mall on a Wednesday afternoon. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spotted a guy in blue and thought he was security. I hurried and hid behind a big column and looked again, it wasn't mall security. I relaxed and continued on my way. My nipples were stiff and standing out declaring my excitement. I had no clothing, shoes or jewelry and I had gotten a Brazilian wax so I was as bare as possible. My pussy was tingling at the realization of what I was doing. I had come a long way from my first little excursion to my mailbox naked. I was already about halfway to the other end of the mall and beginning to relax. I was naked and being viewed by at least a few strangers as I made my way along the upper level. Ed was right, I could do this. I was going to be one sexed up bitch when this was over. I was getting lost in the moment, already thinking about the numerous masturbation sessions I would have thinking about this adventure and especially writing about it. I was making good time and was nearly three quarters of the way to the end when I spotted him. I looked down at the lower level and directly at a security guard who apparently had just spotted me. Excitement turned to panic as I tried to think what to do. I couldn't turn around because it was too far to the other end and I had no way to get into the car, even if I made it that far. I looked again and saw him on the radio probably calling for more security. I hoped maybe he was just calling to have his buddies come see the naked chick and not to have me detained as they awaited the police. I'm not that lucky and was sure he was getting help to nab me for public lewdness or whatever they would call it. I didn't see Ed anywhere and hoped he knew what was happening. I looked to see if there was a restroom anywhere close and cursed myself for not checking for restrooms on my earlier trips here. I saw no restroom and thought about running into the nearest clothing store, grabbing any kind of dress off the nearest rack and putting it on before security came. I then realized I had no way to pay for anything and would end up dealing with mall security if I refused to take the dress off. I had to move fast and get to Jenna. Once I got to the escalator I could start moving down the steps and have her get the dress ready fast. I moved as fast as I could toward the end of the upper level as my boobs bounced wildly. I looked behind and saw a security guard closing the distance between us. If I could just get to Jenna and my dress I may be alright. "I swear if I get out of this I will never try anything like this again". I thought to myself. I reached the escalator to take me down to my dress and ignored Ed's earlier warning to let the escalator take me up and down and not cheat by walking. I didn't see Jenna, and I was scared to death. I hoped she was just out of my view and that she would meet me as I reached the lower level. I carefully stepped off the escalator and looked around, no Jenna or Ed. I was in some mess now and had no idea how to get out of it. I turned right to head under the escalator and saw both Ed and Jenna with three security guards. Jenna was holding the bag that held my dress looking at me helplessly. I saw Ed talking to one of the security guards, most likely trying to get me out of this situation. It wasn't looking good, the security guard was shaking is head no as Ed talked. I thought I was going to pass out right there. A small crowd of mostly older men was forming around us as Ed continued to plead my case. I don't know what he could say to get me out of this. He could be offering blowjobs for all of them from me and if it got me out of this I would deal with it. The conversation between Ed and security had ended. Ed looked at me "I'm sorry." he mouthed OMG!!!!! After everything I had done this is how my naked adventures were going to end. I saw the security guard that had been talking to Ed walking toward me. I always want to be the center of attention but this is one time I wish I weren't. The guard reached me and gently grabbed my wrist. "Miss, you will need to come with us to the security office." He said stone faced. " I have a dress for her, at least let her cover up." Jenna said quietly "She didn't seem to mind being naked for her walk through the mall, so the dress won't be necessary." said the security guard. " You need to let her get dressed." Ed said "We don't need to let her do anything." the guard said as he turned me around. He now had me turned around facing the crowd that had been forming as he held my wrists behind my back with one hand. I was totally on display to all those in front of me. I'm sure I heard the telltale click of a camera phone or two as I stood helpless. I felt the cold steel of a handcuff on my wrist. "Is that really necessary?" Ed asked, but got no reply "Please let me get dressed and I will leave and never come back." I pleaded "Sorry miss, we have rules." was all the guard said I'll do anything if you let me go." I said nearly in tears There was no reply, a moment later both wrists were handcuffed and I was being led to the end of the mall nearest us. I couldn't believe I was being paraded naked and handcuffed through the mall. I was sure that once they got their thrills from my situation and had me in the security office I would be allowed to get dressed. They would probably ban me from this mall but that was alright, as I never came here much until I was planning this adventure. I was nervous and shaking but also turned on as I was led naked the short distance to a corridor that led to the security office. As we turned down the corridor I saw another security guard and Ed and Jenna following behind me, leaving the crowd of people behind. Down at the end of the long hallway was a door with a sign reading security on it. The guard holding me opened the door and led me inside. A young woman sitting behind the desk glanced up and did a double take when she realized I was naked. She looked at me with a slight smile as she buzzed open another door that led into what I would call a holding room. The room had a desk and two chairs and a bench along the wall. I was directed toward the bench and felt one wrist come free of the handcuffs. "Thank God this is over." I thought I was sure that any minute after they had their fun with me that they would bring me my dress and allow me to leave. I was told to sit on the bench and when I did the guard took the free handcuff and attached it to the arm on the bench. I sat there wondering what was coming next. I was sure they were trying to scare me so I would never attempt anything like this again. I have to admit it was working, I was sure that my days of being naked in extreme public places were over. " Can my friends come in with me, please?" I asked very timidly "After we get some information." was the reply from the guard. I was asked the expected questions, name, age, address and answered reluctantly. Then the other questions came. "Have you done this before ?" "No, not here." "You've been naked in other public places?" "Yes many times" I said "What kind of places?" He asked " A few bars and clubs, gas stations, small stores and outdoors in different areas." I could see the bulge growing in his pants as he continued to question me. I hoped that if I answered all his questions that he would let Ed and Jenna in, let me get dressed and go home. "Your friend has the clothes you wore here?" "No, the clothes I wore here were destroyed." `Why?" "Because that left me no choice but to remain naked until I could get to my other friend at the far end of the mall." "Did you really expect to do this and not get caught?" "Honestly, no." "Then why did you try it?" "Because it excites me." "Are you excited now?" "Yes I am." I replied timidly I have to admit that the questions were exciting me. Besides loving the rush of being naked where I shouldn't talking or answering questions about it excites me. I was expecting him to ask me to prove how excited I was or to masturbate in front of him. I think if the girl wasn't at the desk it may have gone to that level. If he had asked I would have, I was that turned on. I had been sitting with my legs clamped tightly together but now I let them part just enough for him to see the wetness of my pussy. His eyes went immediately between my legs and I swear the bulge in his pants got larger. He then went back to the questions. " Your friend out there has clothes for you to wear?" "Yes she does." I replied with a slight smile thinking I would soon be dressed and going home "What did she bring for you to wear?" "Just a dress and sandals." "No underwear?" "No, I never wear any." I smiled "Well I think I have all the information I need" "Can I see my friends now?" He didn't reply but went to the door and asked Ed and Jenna to come inside. I was so happy to see them that at first I didn't realize that Jenna was no longer holding the bag with my clothes. "Jenna, where are my clothes?' " The girl at the desk has them." The guard came back in and I asked him "Where's my dress?" " We think you may have stolen it and we'll hold it until we check with the clothing stores in the mall." The guard said, glancing at Ed "Fine!" "My friend will get the car and I'll go home naked, I've done it before'" "No miss, you can't leave." Now I was getting annoyed with him. He had gotten a good look at my body, asked all the questions he could to fulfill his fantasies and I was ready to go home. "Why can't I leave now?" "Because we are waiting for the police to get here." "Police?" "You called the police?" "Yes we did, we can't have people walking naked in our mall." Ed began to plead my case again but with the same result. "Please, please let me go." I pleaded "I'll do anything, I'll take care of that for you." I said pointing with my free hand to the bulge in his pants. "Nikki!" Jenna said "I'm sorry, but I'm desperate." He would hear none of it and came over to release me from the bench. He had me stand up and turned me around, once again he closed the handcuff around my free wrist. Moments later the door opened and in walked a local cop. He wasn't shy about looking me up and down. The security guard released his grip on me and the officer grabbed my wrists. "Let's go miss." I was ready to cry, I was so scared. My worst fears were being realized. I can't explain it but despite being so scared, my nipples were as hard and erect as they have ever been and I could feel the tingling between my legs. My friends could do nothing, I would have to wait for them to release me from jail. I hoped this didn't make the paper and if it did I hoped my name wouldn't be printed. The guard opened the door and the police officer walked me naked out and across to a door with an exit sign I hadn't noticed before. He opened the door and we stepped outside. We were near what I guess was the employee entrance to the mall and I saw a number of people standing around smoking. They all just stared as the cop walked me down the sidewalk passing the smokers. What a sight, me naked and handcuffed, my body on full display to all the people outside. I tried to fight it but I was getting more turned on as we walked to the police car. I could feel the juices start to trickle down my thighs. And my pussy was beginning to throb. I was on the verge of cumming and I couldn't stop myself. I felt flush and weak as we neared the patrol car. I couldn't fight it any longer and I let out a moan as I came. My juices flowing down my legs, I didn't know where Ed and Jenna had gone. I hoped they went to get their cars to meet me at the police station. As we reached the patrol car the officer opened the trunk and took out a blanket. At least I would have that wrapped around me when he escorted me into the jail. I didn't want to be left naked in a cell with strangers even though the thought of that excited me. He didn't wrap the blanket around me, he spread it out on the back seat. "I don't want you messing up the seat." he said as he helped me sit down. I gave him a good view although not intentionally this time when I went to swing my legs into the car. He closed the door, went around and got in the car and off we went. I was still experiencing a flood of emotions. I was scared beyond belief but being naked and helpless had me hot and wet. I couldn't believe my worst fear was being realized and I was still excited. As we began the drive from the mall to the local police station I was thinking how I could suggest I would be willing to perform some sexual favors if he would bring me home rather than the police station. I thought just offering to give him a blowjob could make things worse. Now realize this is not normally something I offer to strangers but I was afraid of my arrest getting out to some who are unaware of my escapades. I didn't know how to go about it without just blurting it out, so I kept quiet. It was a short drive to the police station and as we entered the driveway he pulled around to the back and parked in a somewhat secluded area away from the building. It took me a minute to notice both Ed and Jenna's cars parked in the same area. I was relieved to know that at least they were there to get me out as soon as the paperwork and whatever else was done. Once parked the officer came around and opened the door, getting another great view as I struggled to get out of the car while handcuffed. I was standing naked in a police parking lot, handcuffed and my body was responding to it no matter how I tried to fight it. The slight breeze was helping to make my nipples harden and my pussy to throb. The officer grasped the handcuffs and began walking me toward the building which was on the other side of Ed and Jenna. As we approached Jenna looked as terrified as I felt and Ed had a concerned look on his face. As we reached them Jenna came and gave me a hug telling me it was alright. She let go and stepped back. "Looks like your a bit excited, Nikki". Ed said with the slightest of grins " I can't help it" I said "I know you can't, I know what excites you." Then without a word Ed stepped behind me and the officer released his grip on my wrists as he stepped over by Jenna. Ed spoke from behind me. " Jenna, I'd like you to meet my brother, Bill." "Nice to finally meet you after all I've heard from Ed." The cop said with a big grin Jenna was standing there mouth hanging open, so she obviously had no idea this was all planned. I didn't know how to react at first, I was pissed but still turned on from the whole experience. I didn't know if I should be pissed at Ed or happy for him making this adventure so much more exciting. Bill said he needed to go and he came forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Hope you won't stay mad at us". he said before heading back to his patrol car. "We better get you in the car before another officer sees you here." Ed said snapping me back to reality. Jenna was still stunned then said she would meet us at my house. "You going to take these cuffs off?" "No, not till we get you home to be on the safe side." Ed said grinning The ride home was silent, I didn't know if I should yell at him for scaring the hell out of me or thank him for an awesome adventure. Once at my house Jenna opened the door and we went inside. "I think I'm safe now." Ed said, producing the key and removing the handcuffs. I was still so sexed up from the whole experience I needed relief. I would have loved to drag both Ed and Jenna into the bedroom right then and there but I wanted Ed to wonder if I was mad at him. I still wasn't sure how I felt about what he did. He did make things much more exciting but I still had unsettled feelings about it all. I said that I wanted to take a shower and relax. I kissed Ed and told him I would talk to him soon, feeling a bit bad sending him off but I knew what I wanted and needed. I hoped he understood why I wanted him to leave me with Jen. I wanted to take a shower but I chatted with Jen for a bit first and opened a bottle of wine. Jenna confirmed that she knew nothing about what Ed had orchestrated at the mall. I'm sure he was afraid she would never be able to keep it a secret. She agreed she would have told me about it if she knew. Jenna rambled on about how it must have been such a turn on for me and I agreed it was probably the most sexually exciting adventure I've had and how I felt I was ready to cum so many times during it all. "It was so exciting to see you naked in that mall, especially when you were handcuffed." Jenna confessed. "I want to be more daring but nothing like what happened today." " I promise I'll help you with a more daring adventure and we'll plan something to do together too'" I told her I said I wanted to jump in the shower and told Jen to get comfortable and I would be back soon. I wanted to ask her to join me but didn't and I hoped maybe she would just surprise me, but she didn't. I didn't linger in the shower as I often do enjoying the hot pulsating water massaging me. I wanted to steam things up with Jen. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel carrying it as I walked into the living room still wet from the shower. I love the look of a wet female body and hoped Jenna did also. When I came out Jen put her wine down and I noticed she had taken her sandals off and was sitting with her skirt high on her thighs and her blouse may have been open more than it was earlier. Jen stood up and took the towel and wrapped it around me and began drying my back. She took her time making sure she didn't miss any spots. We were almost breast to breast and my arms were restrained in the towel. Jen pulled the towel away and stepped behind me to dry the backs of my legs. She then came back around and began drying my neck and down my chest. My hands were free and as she moved the towel over my chest I began to unbutton her blouse. Jenna made no effort to stop me as I undid the last button and pushed the blouse off her shoulders. She handed me the towel to allow her to remove her blouse completely. She returned to drying me off as I watched her breasts jiggle and bounce as she rubbed the towel over me. Before she moved down to my lower half I undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Now naked she knelt down tossing the towel aside and began kissing me below my navel, moving down slowly. I had my first orgasm when her lips kissed my inner thighs and I felt her warm breath on my swollen pussy. Once I regained my composure I grabbed her hand helping her stand and led her into the bedroom. I hurriedly pushed her back on the bed and with her legs hanging over the side I knelt and used my mouth and tongue to get her off for her first orgasm of the evening. We both enjoyed many orgasms as we explored each others bodies every way possible. Jenna stayed the night and we started the next day in the shower together. I promised her that we would plan a few nip adventures to have together. I don't think she will ever go as far as I did at the mall and honestly I don't know if I will either. I know I will still get naked in public but will choose my locations carefully. Hugs Nikki

Nude Beach and a Nude... Mall? By ohmss A wacky adventure to a mall with lots of public action. My name is James and this is wacky story about our town's rebuilt mall situated next to the nude beach. Enjoy! Chapter One On Saturday morning, my friend Fiona suggested we go to the mall, just she and I. I was still a bit tired from a wacky nude party the night before (obviously) but agreed. I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and Fiona tossed on a tube top and tube skirt. Not sure if she picked out underwear or not but I wasn't too concerned either. "This is going to be fun!" Fiona said excitedly as we parked, "I've heard they've made a lot of changes to this place now that it's so close to the nude beach." "Huh," I said as we got out, "You know? I never thought about that. I don't think I've been to a mall since I was like 16? Should be an adventure if nothing else!" We walked towards the main entrance and noticed a few homeless people around the main steps. Some of them were asking for change, but some were just minding their business. Apparently the clothing-optional guidelines of the beach extended up past the shore for a few blocks but no further. The signs posted about made it clear where the line ended so no one was caught unaware but surely no one would be too stringent on enforcing the rules with so many other 'serious' crimes taking place elsewhere in the city. For example, a few people clearly couldn't find parking at the nude beach so they opted to park in the mall parking lot instead and walk to the beach. All totally within the confines of the signage though as parking spots got taken, some of the beach goers had to park across the street from the mall which was technically just outside the allowed area. Again, no one made a fuss. As we got closer we saw a pair of ladies come up the side walk to their parked vehicle. Both were blond and naked aside from towels that they had draped over their shoulders. They smiled at us as we passed and got into their car. Over to the right of us, in the distance was a skate park that was situated between the mall parking lot and the actual beach. There were skaters of all sizes shapes and genders. Some clothed, some not, and some in between. Fiona and I stopped for a minute to watch a brown-skinned guy (Indian I think) perform and trick from one end of the half-pipe to the other. I didn't know the name of the trick as it's not my forte but we were impressed at the fact that he performed it while wearing shorts so short that the head and part of the shaft of his penis was visible hanging down through his right pant leg. "I hope he doesn't fall on it!" Fiona chuckled. We got to the steps at the sliding doors and as we approached, some mall patrons exited. Another pair of women trotted down the steps. One was brunette and fair-skinned and fully clothed with a tank top and shorts and her friend was dark-skinned (African-American) and wore only Daisy Duke shorts. Her massive breasts and large nipples jutted out. As we passed them Fiona remarked "Man those were some hangers!" Inside the mall, we could finally see what Fiona had been told about the mall being different. The clothing rules extended inside clearly and much like the skate park area, people of all shapes and sizes were in various forms of dress and undress. "This is cool!" Fiona said, "Kind reminds me of the party." "Ha ha, yeah," I remarked. "Maybe we oughta blend-in?" she replied, "So we don't stand out?" "You're a riot, Fiona." "I'm serious!" she said, playfully socking me in the arm, "Besides, we got lucky with a parking spot in the front row. Maybe we could leave a few articles of clothing in my car?" "Maybe. I guess so. But I need my wallet and stuff." "Oh right," Fiona said with a playful smile. Without warning she shoved her hands in my pocket and fished my wallet out. After waving it in my face for a second, she shoved it into her tube top between her breasts. "Very slick, Fiona." I said, "Fine, you keep it. I'm broke anyways." "Alright, man" Fiona said with a cheeky smile, "We'll see." We kept walking and a noticed something about Fiona. When she put my wallet in her tub top, she had accidently pushed it town a little bit. Now it was down low enough that the tops of her nipples were exposed. Of course, no one paid any attention. After walking for a few minutes, Fiona spotted a store to try. We walked in a browsed swim suits for a bit. It was then that I realized I needed a new one so I selected one to try on. We made our way to the dressing rooms and each went our separate ways. I closed the door to the dressing room and slipped off my shorts and underwear and left them on the floor. I tried on the new swimsuit and realized that the tag must have been wrong. It was so tight I couldn't get it over my package no matter how much I sucked my gut in. After trying to jam my cock and balls into the thing for a minute I gave up and put it back on the hangar. To my surprise, however, my shorts and underwear were nowhere to be found! I looked around but it quickly became clear that someone had taken them. Not that they were valuable at all, but still. I suspected Fiona based on her insistence on being cheeky in the mall, but truthfully, it could have been a random prankster as well. After my experience at the party last night I just shrugged and walked out of the dressing room with my t-shirt and nothing else. The breeze of the mall's air conditioning fluttered over my bare package and ass. I walked through the store with my bottom half completely exposed. The shirt was way too short to even hint at covering anything. After perusing the racks and replacing the swim suit I had tried on I found Fiona still looking at swimwear. "Oh wow," Fiona said, looking down at my cock, "You changed your mind, huh?" "Ha ha, not really," I said, "Someone yanked my shorts." "Well don't look at me," Fiona replied, "I've been out here. You look good though!" "Thanks," I said, "Not really a big deal I guess; what with our escapades last night." "See?" She said, smiling, "I knew you'd come around. Come one, let's ask the cashier if they have this thong in another color." We walked up to the cashier's station and waited in line. At first I felt a little self-conscious being the only one in this particular store with anything exposed. A few of the other customers glanced down at my package. But as we got closer to the front of the line, I could see that one of the cashier ladies had a c-string on. Not nude, technically, but from behind it looked as though she was bottomless because her ass cheeks absolutely swallowed the back of the c-string. As luck would have it, the young lady took us next. "Hi!" she said with a polite smile, "Find everything okay?" "Kind of," Fiona replied, "I like this thong but I couldn't find any blue ones. Do you have any?" "Let me look real quick, hon." The cashier replied, "There might be some in the bin back here that didn't get put back." She turned around and bent over and we got another nice look at her (basically) bare ass. She was definitely what you'd call a PAWG. I could feel a little blood rushing down to my dick. Fiona noticed and gave it a little pat on the head. "Sorry, I don't." the cashier finally replied, "Do you want that one still?" "Eh, no thanks," Fiona answered and we made our way out. As we walked through the common area, Fiona finally commented, "I think this is off to a great start." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I saw how excited you were back there. This is fun. I think I just made a bet with myself." "Ha ha, what kind of bet?" "Well, I bet myself that you are going cum somewhere in the mall." "Okay, ya goof," I laughed, "I'll make the same bet for you!" Fiona didn't answer but rather just smiled mischeviously. She spotted an ice cream shop and pointed to it. I nodded in approval as I was dying for some ice cream. Fiona then wrapped her hand around my cock and led me towards the parlor. It was kind of a fun feeling having Fiona hold my dick as though she was holding my hand. No one really cared it seemed but it was starting to make me hard. I had never had a bare erection in a mall before! What would people think if I was walking around bottomless with a full hard-on? We ordered ice cream and stood next to each other by the fountain to eat them as there were no open seats. As we chuckled, I accidently let some melted ice cream drip off my cone and onto my shaft. Fiona laughed and then said "Wait! Don't move!" Before I could ask why, she had crouched down to her knees. Taking my cock in her hand she plunged it into her mouth and started licking the ice cream off. The split ice cream was gone in seconds, but Fiona kept sucking and sucking. A few people here and there took notice. A few laughed quietly. Some secretly filmed with their smart phones. Some didn't notice or care. I looked up at the balcony and noticed a woman in a mini skirt had pulled her panties down to her knees and was rubbing herself at the sight of Fiona blowing me by the fountain. "Oh man," I said to Fiona, "I'm gonna cum already!" "Great!" she said in between slurps. Finally she took her mouth off of my cock and held the tip of it up her cup of soft serve ice cream and directed my load right into it. I blasted a thick rope of cum into her cup. A few quiet oohs and ahhs erupted from the mall shoppers as my load came out. Fiona licked up the last of it and then proceeded to immediately eat the rest of her ice cream that was now covered in my semen. "Mmmhmmm," she said with a smile, "I gotta eat it quick before your load melts the ice cream!" I laughed and looked back up at the woman who had been pleasuring herself to the sight of Fiona and me and it looked as though she had cum too. The rest of the mall patrons went back to mulling around like normal. "Well," I said as my cock started to soften, "I guess you win your bet." "Ha ha, yeah I guess I did." Fiona teased, "But just because you came first doesn't mean I won't." She took one last bite of cum-covered ice cream and tossed the cup into a trash can. She put her arm around mine and we continued walking through the mall, me still bottomless and her with her tube top sagging low to expose the tops of her nipples. I started to notice too that she had no underwear under her very short tube skirt. The skirt was beginning to ride up her backside until the very bottoms of her ass cheeks could be seen. Fiona soon spotted another clothing store to try out and we went inside. This one was rather busy with people all over the place rummaging through clothes. I walked around while Fiona searched for something. She found some shorts she wanted to try on and made her way to the changing room. Without her seeing me, I followed her and crouched down outside the changing room door. When I saw her tube skirt hit the floor I quietly grabbed it from under the door and chuckled quietly to myself. I knew she denied stealing my shorts but I was pretty sure she had done it anyways. I took the newly-acquired skirt and hung it on an empty hangar and placed it on a random clothing rack, making it look like it was part of the merchandise. I waited next to the rack and pretended to browse as I heard her say "Damn! Where'd I leave that?" I laughed to myself, imagining the look on her face. I waited for her to shout for me from the confines of the dressing room to ask for help but she never did. I wondered what she might be planning, but I got distracted by a woman who was browsing shirts with her boyfriend. She was pretty short and dark-skinned. I guessed at the time that she was half black and half white. She wore a long flowing skirt but was completely topless. Her breasts were fairly large and sagged down a bit with dark brown nipples. She was trying on shirts and then just placing them back on the hangars when she had finished. She hadn't found what she was looking for and her boyfriend offered to try another store. She shrugged and agreed and then slipped off the skirt too! Apparently she was trying that on as well and didn't actually own it. She stepped out of the skirt to reveal that she was wearing only a tiny thong underneath it. It was a red one and from behind her ass swallowed the string whole. She turned to leave with her boyfriend and I saw that it was nothing but string in the front as well. In the front, the red strings met just above her pussy crack and formed into a single string that tucked down into her pussy lips and then disappeared in the same way that the string in her ass crack had. She had shaved her pubic hair at some point but her bush was starting to come back. Her boyfriend, who also appeared to be half black and half white, turned and followed her out. As they began to walk past me I could see that he had shorts on that were extremely short. So short in fact that it was obvious that he was hung. His member had flopped to the right and was hanging down out of his right pant leg. The head and probably half of shaft were easily visible. I appreciated his confidence. I mean, sure, my cock was out completely for the world to see but not out of ego. Fiona finally emerged from the dressing room and approached. I turned to see exactly what I had expected; she had given up her search for her missing tube skirt and had instead opted to be bottomless. Her cute patch of pubic hair danced above her exposed vagina. Her tube top was still on and though she had pulled it up slightly, it was obvious that it would soon drift down again. "Are you happy?" she smiled, performing a little twirl in front of me. Her very shapely upside-down heart of an ass jiggled. "Of course!" I laughed, "Now we're twins." "Yeah I guess we are. I didn't really care for that skirt anyways. Come on; let's see what other trouble we can get into." With that we left the store and headed up one of the escalators to the second story. I let Fiona go in front of me mainly because I wanted to get a better look at her bare ass as we ascended. She had a really great bottom with zero tan lines. I could almost feel my dick twitch a little already. When we got up top I noticed there seemed to be more patrons in stages of undress than on the first floor which helped Fiona and I to not stand out as much. There was also more comfortable seating that people were taking advantage of. Near one of the shoe stores was a wide cushioned bench. On the bench was a topless woman wearing only bikini bottoms; clearly freshly indoors from spending time at the beach. Across the walkway from her on a matching bench and younger guy in his late teens was ogling her intently as she fanned herself with a magazine in an effort to cool down. The motion she was making was causing her breasts to jiggle. It was then that I noticed the young guy had his pants unzipped and pushed down to his knees. He was just casually stroking his cock to the sight of the woman. She clearly had noticed though and just smiled and continued doing what she was doing. After a few minutes she came over the bench he was sitting on and sat down next to him. Without a word exchanged she began stroking his member for him, eventually leading him to climax all over himself. She simply laughed and got up and walked away, leaving him to try and clean up his mess. "Man, what a crazy day, am I right?" Fiona said, "Whew I think I actually feel myself getting a little wet!" She rubbed her hand over her bare vagina. "Yep, getting a little moist." "Well what are you gonna do about it?" I asked as we entered a store. "I don't know but I think we're going to the right place." She replied. I looked around and noticed we had entered a sex toy shop. There was everything under the sun out on display. Fiona seemed interested in one of the walls that a row of dildos jutting out of it with a sign above each reading 'try before you buy!' in big purple letters. Fiona walked down the row of fake cocks and loving touched each one with her hand. One of the employees showed up and nicely asked if there was anything we needed help with. Fiona said she was just browsing and the employee said "No problem, hon, I'll be at the front desk. Word of advice though if you're looking at dildos? That pink one there is my favorite. Fantastic way to pleasure yourself." Fiona thanked the employee and gazed at the dildo that had been pointed out. She gripped the shaft and then handed me her purse. "What's this for?" I asked. "Just give me a few minutes will ya?" Fiona replied. Without any further explanation, she bent over in front of the pink dildo and with her left hand, spread her pussy lips and backed herself onto the mounted sex toy. I couldn't believe my eyes. Fiona was literally getting fucked by a dildo sticking out of a wall in a public store. Some patrons stopped to look as the bottomless beauty pleasured herself by backing herself onto the dildo over and over. She rocked back and forth until she screamed in ecstasy. After her climax she smiled and grabbed a disinfectant wipe from her purse and cleaned off the toy she had just used. "Wow," I said, "I didn't expect that!" "Well you were right! I did cum! Good prediction!" I laughed as the employee of the store walked up holding her smartphone up for Fiona to see. "Hey hon?" she asked, "You mind if I post this to the store's Instagram page? It'd be great advertising. With your permission of course." I looked at the smartphone and saw that the employee had snapped a great picture of bottomless Fiona bent over and riding the wall-mounted dildo with a look of pure pleasure on her face. In the photo, Fiona had been gyrated so furiously that her breasts had popped out of her tube top, making the sight all the more erotic. "Fine with me," Fiona shrugged, "Hope it brings in more customers!" The employee thanked her and posted immediately. As we left the sex toy shop a few mall patrons turned to get a look at the woman who had just made it known to the mall that she had experienced an orgasm. I looked around briefly at the people around us and some of them were clearly a bit turned on by what had happened. A few women had their hands down their pants (if they were wearing any) and some of the men were doing the same. A couple of the guys even had their hard dicks in their hand stroking them. We passed a restroom and I told Fiona I was aching to take a leak. She told me she would be in the adjacent store until I was finished. I sauntered in to the men's room and for a second I thought I had mistakenly entered the women's room because there were a few female bathroom attendants there. I had never seen bathroom attendants at a mall before. Fancy theatres? Sure. I also noticed that the men's room was not a men's room but rather a unisex bathroom. I walked over to a urinal and stood with my legs slightly apart to begin urinating. One of the attendants came over to me. She was short and Asian and was wearing a tight t-shirt with a printing of a tuxedo on the front and the logo of the mall on the back. She had short black hair and a wide inviting smile. "Hello, sir! Welcome to one of the mall's deluxe full-service restrooms!" she announced cheerfully. "Well, hi!" I replied, still not peeing, "Kinda fancy for a mall bathroom, isn't it?" "Well it's an idea that has really taken off lately," she explained, "If you have a minute I can go over some of the absolutely free-of-charge perks that come with using this restroom?" "Oh, uh, sure why not?" "Fantastic! First off, we use triple-filtered ionized water and zero-waste towels. All our toilets and urinals are self-cleaning. You're welcome to use any of the fixtures you'd like, however for your added convenience any of us you see in the shirt I'm wearing are available to assist you personally with using any of them." "Assistance with using... the... toilet?" I asked, a bit confused. "Correct! Or the urinal if you prefer to..." she looked down at my exposed penis, "...the urinal. That is, if standing up is more to your liking." "Um, ok." I replied, "Anything else?" "Absolutely! If you prefer to not use any of the fixtures in this restroom, simply ask any of us attendants and we can invite you to use any one of us for your toileting needs." "Huh? What does that mean?" "Myself or one of the other attendants can either assist you with urinating into our mouths or defecating if need be. Though do be aware there is a charge of five dollars for consumption of any solids, so most folks prefer to simply use an old-fashioned toilet for that one." "Oh," I nodded, "Of course. That makes sense." "Just wanted to make sure you were aware of your options," she smiled broadly, "That being said, my name is Erin. Would you prefer any assistance from me during your restroom usage? Amy and Darla are also available to help if you prefer." I glanced over at some of the other patrons. One guy was reading a newspaper in front of a urinal with his pants unzipped and his cock hanging out. A petite Latina woman was bent over holding his member in her hand and guiding the stream of piss into the urinal as he read. "Oh, well, I never really thought of it before. I guess I could use a hand." "Certainly! I would be more than happy to hold your member for you as you urinate. Oh, but I forgot that that this particular urinal is out of order at the moment. You can wait for another to open up or if it can't wait you are welcome to use my mouth to consume your fluids." "Heh, well, alright. Let's go with the latter. Never tried that before!" "Of course!" Erin said with a smile. She dropped to her knees and said, "I can either catch your stream or if you'd like you can enter my mouth as well. Whenever you're ready, sir!" as she opened her mouth in front of my cock. I could feel it starting to harden so I figured it would probably be easier to put it in her mouth and pee rather than try to aim my boner. I inserted the tip into Erin's mouth and let loose. Erin moaned ever so slightly as my bladder drained into her mouth. She took my cock and my piss like a champion and didn't allow a single drop to escape her lips. As I finished, she sucked the head to make sure I was fully drained and then dispensed some sanitizer onto her hands and gently cleaned my penis. "Wow," I said, "Thanks!" "My pleasure, sir!" Erin said as she stood back up, "Delicious too! If you need anything else you know where to find us. I hope you enjoy the rest of your shopping experience!" "Thank you I will!" I said as I left the restroom. "Oh, and one more thing, sir!" Erin said excitedly, "Here's a pamphlet outlining the future paid services we'll be offering at this location. We hope to see you again!" I nodded and took the pamphlet and read about what was coming next to the mall's restrooms. Apparently the owners of the mall were pulling out all the stops next month. There was going to be low cost amenities added like glory holes, ten-dollar blow jobs, and even twenty-five dollar intercourse options with the added five-dollar charge of anal penetration. Since I was still bottomless and therefore had nowhere to keep the pamphlet, I set it down on a nearby food court table and went looking for Fiona. I could see her in the distance in another clothing store. She was leaning over a display table of bras and her unmistakable bubbly butt was proudly on display. I walked over to her a patted her bare bottom. She hardly reacted. "Did you find some relief?" she asked jokingly. "Oh boy, did I!" I answered, "You oughta try their bathrooms if you need to; quite deluxe." "Nice." She replied, choosing a bra from the table. She had taken her tube top down so that it was now tucked underneath her bare breasts and ended above her pubic hair. Technically she was somewhat clothed but all of the 'goodies' were free and clear to be seen. She held up the bra to her boobs to judge if it would be a good fit. She eventually decided against buying it but never pulled her top back up to re-cover her chest. "Oh hey, I finally found a swimsuit by the way while you were taking a piss. I'm gonna go put it on before we head out to the beach entrance." "Oh okay, cool." I replied, "That was quick." "Be back in a jiffy." Fiona said as she hurried off to a changing room. I took the opportunity to go towards the entrance of the store and just people-watch as I waited for her return. From where I stood I could see past the sliding doors that led to the beach front. People were coming and going. There was more nudity at this end of the mall because of that fact. Lots of attractive naked and semi-naked people filtered through. Some folks decided to just sit on the comfy benches and just admire the views, some going so far as to masturbate to the sights. It was then that I also noticed that the mall had employed several female janitors who patrolled the common areas with mop buckets and other cleaning supplies to tidy up and 'messes' made by the patrons. In fact, as I waited for Fiona, a dude who had been whacking it to nude beachgoers/shoppers had blasted a load on the floor and a smiling janitor quickly put down a 'Caution: Wet Floor' sign and dutifully mopped up the cum. The owners of the mall were clearly banking on the fact that the re-vamped mall was situated next to the nude beach and they really wanted to capitalize on the fact nudity and sexual expression were not just allowed, but thought of as a selling point. It didn't just extend to the friendly and attractive restroom attendants but to the janitorial staff as well. All the ones I had seen so far was more heavy-set women, but not anywhere near what I would consider fat. More so, they were simply 'curvy' or 'pleasantly plump'. As stated earlier, their uniforms reflected the fun environment the mall/beach was trying to promote. Their shirts were a pretty typical grey and blue janitorial color scheme with the mall's logo on the sleeves, but each janitor's shirt was cut off at just below the arm pits to allow their breasts to hang out beneath the fabric. Basically it was a crop-top that was cropped super short. Below the shirts, they wore wrap-around tool belts with various supplies attached along the sides. For bottoms, well, they didn't really have any. Each janitor had a generic cloth attached at the front of their belt to use for general cleaning. When not in use, the rag draped down in front of their belt and covered up their privates. Whenever the janitors used their rag for something you could easily see a variety of pussies. Some shaven, some with a full bush, and some in the stages in between. Then of course from the rear you could see their wide and ample buttocks. The uniforms were finished off with black non-slip work boots and every janitor had their hair in a bun. All except for the one and only male janitor I saw, who wore the exact same thing but obviously had his normal shirt buttoned and no hair bun. Everything else stayed the same and you could see his cock hang down behind the rag on his tool belt while he took out trash. When Fiona got back she had on the most interesting bikini I had ever seen. The top was literally just strings. The fabric that should go over the breasts was just not there so her ample boobs were just hanging out with string material "framing" them. The only additional part of the top were the two matching pasties over each nipple. The bottoms (if one could call them that) was a normal-ish bikini bottom, but it also was only the string material and none of the fabric. In front the strings arched over Fiona's hip and as it got to her pubic area, there was simply a cut-out where the fabric would normally be. Her pubic hair and her whole vagina was completely in the open. She did a twirl to show off the rear and I saw that in the back, the fabric that would normally be covering the ass crack was gone too. There was also a cutout around her crack that extended under her groin and met up with the cutout in the front. She performed a quick leg raise (former cheerleader) and I could see that she was totally "open" from the top her ass crack to the top of her pussy crack. "Nice." I said while giving a thumbs up. My bare dick twitched a bit too at the sight of the 'easy access', as it were. Though I had seen Fiona naked, this was somehow a little bit hotter than her being nude, truth be told. "I can tell you like it, ya pervert." Fiona said, motioning to my dick that was starting to swell. "Good thing all this craziness is perfectly legal now, huh? Come on, let's go check out the beach." With that, we exited the back entrance an onto a whole new area of strange adventures! NUDE BEACH AND A NUDE... MALL? PT. 02 Continuing public adventures in lewdness! Fiona was wearing the most interesting bikini I had ever seen. The top was literally just strings. The fabric that should go over the breasts was just not there so her ample boobs were just hanging out with string material "framing" them. The only additional part of the top were the two matching pasties over each nipple. The bottoms (if one could call them that) was a normal-ish bikini bottom, but it also was only the string material and none of the fabric. In front the strings arched over Fiona's hip and as it got to her pubic area, there was simply a cut-out where the fabric would normally be. Her pubic hair and her whole vagina was completely in the open. Upon exiting the sliding doors we were immediately on a patio area. Nice foliage and hardwood platforms with lots of comfortable seating. There was, obviously, more nudity outdoors rather than inside. A lot of women were either naked or wearing extreme micro bikinis like Fiona. Some times there were different combinations top to bottom. Some women wore t-shirts or tank-tops or halter tops or crop tops with only a string thong or crotch less thong on bottom (some nothing at all on the bottom). Some had more normal bikini bottoms or beach skirts and were simply topless. A few were topless with nipples pasties or bikini tops similar to Fiona's where the breasts were out in open. I started to take notice of a trend as well, not just here at the mall and beach but in the area surrounding the limits of the nudity signage. Many women who weren't at the mall or beach and who weren't even wearing beach attire were still finding ways to participate in the spirit of the nude area. I saw quite a few women going about mundane business like visiting the tax preparers office or waiting in a doctor's waiting area of a medical office we walked past who were, for example, wearing a halter top which was tucked below their breasts. They were otherwise clothed normally but to fit in had chosen to allow their boobs to be free and open. One of the front-desk workers at the doctors' office had a professional white button-up blouse to go with her smart black skirt, and yet the blouse was only buttoned on the last two buttons to allow the blouse to be parted and to frame her very hefty exposed bosoms. In the main patio/boardwalk seating area there was nude couple sharing moment together. Amongst the other patrons and beach goers seated around them, they were in their own little world. The man was sat down on a bench and leaned back a bit as his partner sat on his lap facing him. They kissed for a bit and we could see his member harden and enlarge. The naked woman moved her herself upwards in order to slide herself gently onto his cock. She gyrated her hips on top of him while they kissed. Some folks watched and some couldn't care less. The woman shuddered quietly as she orgasmed. Her male partner barely made a sound to indicate he was close to climaxing. The only way we knew was from watching his cock go in and out of her pussy and then eventually we saw semen leak down out of her cunt and down his shaft and onto the ground. Apparently he had filled her up so much that his cum was bursting out of her while his dick was still firmly inside. She finally collapsed on top of him while still having his member inside of her and he wrapped his arms around her in a loving embrace and they just sat there, looking very satisfied. "Nice," Fiona commented, "Lovely day outside for a good fuck." I nodded in agreement. Shortly afterwards Fiona spotted a crowd of people lined up down the boardwalk stairs waiting in line for a street taco vendor who was clearly very popular. You could barely see the taco cart itself because of the crowd that had gathered to feast. "Man, I wonder what they're putting in those things?" I mused. "I don't know," Fiona replied, "But I'm famished. They obviously know something we don't. Let's get some!" We got in line and were surrounded by other beachgoers eager for a hot fresh meal. Fiona and stood almost side by side but were touching hip to hip due to the amount of people squeezing in from all sides. I figured we would probably be in line for twenty minutes or so. While we waited, Fiona leaned over to talk to me. "Hey James, thanks for hanging out with me today. This has been really fun so far." "Thanks for having me!" I replied eagerly, "It's been a blast." "Ha ha," Fiona giggled, "In more ways than one! I can't believe the load you blew on my ice cream earlier." "Oh, ha ha, well I 'aim' to please." I jokingly replied. "Though by the looks of things, the person you really ought to thank for a good time is the dildo you tried out at the sex shop. I had no idea you came so... exuberantly." "Oh yeah," Fiona answered as though it was no big deal, "I mean, it's always like that if it's been a hot minute since you've had some good lovin', ya know?" "No way," I remarked, "How long's it been?" "Oh at least a month since I've had some real dick." "But last night at the naked party you and Drew never...?" "Hmm? Oh, no, we didn't do anything. He got way to drunk and just passed out hard on the floor. The only thing I did with him was draw daisies on his cock with Sharpie while he was asleep just for yucks." "Ha, serves him right for passing out on the kitchen floor, I guess." "Yeah. I think that's why today has been refreshing." "I what way?" I puzzled. "Well, I've always been pretty free and open with my body, even way before moving out here where we've got all these open-minded rules. One of things that's always been a bit difficult for me to try is having sex in public. I've never had a problem with nudity and I've always wanted to try it, but I guess there's always been a mental block there. Today though, I don't know. I guess it really wasn't full-on sex but it was a real thrill blowing you in public like that." "Well I was pretty thrilled myself." "Well, exactly, see? That's what I mean. You just like went with it without making me feel like I was some dirty slut or like I needed serious mental help. Like you were totally just okay with me just being spontaneous and being myself. I guess that's why I felt like I could cum in front of you in that store as well. You just... feel like a safe place for me to be myself." I was flattered. I could tell that this wasn't the normal chit chat and Fiona was really expressing her true feelings. I put my arm around her and she leaned her head on my shoulder. "Fiona, I think you're awesome. You know something? I hate fake people. You are the very definition of the opposite. You're real and authentic and you're comfortable with yourself. With all the weirdos trying to make themselves feel better on social media and crap like that, you stand out as being above all that pettiness. You do stuff cause you want to, not for any other reason. I can't tell you how much I love that." "Aw, really?" she said, looking up at me with a wide smile, "I think you just made my day." She lifted her head back up and added, "Why don't we have a little fun while we wait for tacos?" "Hm? Okay sure." I replied, not really sure what she meant. Just then, as we were surrounded by people, Fiona took her right hand and began stroking my cock while we waited in line. Much like earlier it felt really good. With all the crazy things that happened today, it didn't take much imagination to get fired up. My exposed cock was hard in no time. "Heh, I'm afraid I might poke that gal in front of us." I joked, referring to the older woman of about fifty who was patiently waiting for food. She was wearing a one-piece bathing suit but the crotch was a cut-out like Fiona's. I didn't know it at the time but in front it ended just below the breasts so her massive saggy tits were hanging out. "Well, don't poke her, silly," Fiona giggled, "Poke me instead." She moved in front of me between myself and the older lady. Fiona than backed her ass up to me and wiggled her ass on me with my cock pressed between her cheeks like a hot dog on a bun. Without much more buildup, Fiona then raised her ass up by standing on her tip toes and used one hand held behind herself to guide my cock into her pussy from behind. She moaned silently as she back all the way onto my hard dick. She then arched her back towards me and turned her head left to talk and said, "I'm ready to go all the way now, James. Fuck me." I happily obliged and wrapped my arms around her midriff and held her close to me while I began thrusting into her cunt from behind. My hands moved upwards to hold her breasts as she cried out a little. She brought one of her hands down to rub her clit as I fucked her. A few people noticed, and some people stopped to look or film but no one was offended as we continued to have sex in public. Fiona finally came and I could feel her body shudder as she took in my cock. "James," she said, sounding exhausted, "I want you to cum inside me in front of all these people." I happily obliged her and held her body even tighter to mine as I released my load. I could feel my balls drain into her pussy. As I pulled out, her wet cunt dripped moisture and sperm onto the boardwalk floor. "Oh thank you," Fiona said, turning to embrace me. A few people nodded in approval of our display of attraction and made congratulatory comments. "You know something, James?" "What's that?" "I don't know that I can ever go back to having sex in private." She chuckled, "That was so damn hot." "Hell yes," I said, squeezing her, "We'll have to pick a new spot every time." "You got it, mister," she smiled and we kissed, "Well if you weren't hungry before I bet you're starving now!" "Starving and thirsty!" I replied with a laugh. By this time there was now only a couple people in front of us at the taco cart. When they finally dispersed we ordered our food. The vendor was a very attractive Latina woman with dark hair done up in a bun wearing only a small apron around her waist. She was clearly pregnant but not terribly far long as indicated by her pronounced belly, but her exposed breasts were already engorged with large dark nipples jutting out. She fetched some more tortillas behind her and we could see that she bottomless aside from the apron as well. She had a wide and round ass with a small heart tattoo on her left cheek. We ordered our food and the second we had tacos in hand, both Fiona and myself started chowing down. We really had underestimated our level of hunger. Exerting ourselves earlier surely expedited the process. Overcome with hunger, we almost forgot to pay. "Oh shit," Fiona said with a mouthful of taco, "I think I left your wallet and my purse back in the mall!" "Oh man," I said. I turned to the taco vendor, "I'm so sorry I have to go back and find my wallet." "What?" she replied angrily, "You don't have money?" "No, no, I do!" I stammered, "I just didn't realized we didn't have it with us!" "Well maybe you'd have your head on straight if you two weren't fucking every chance you got!" the taco vendor was turning red and people were murmuring. "I'm so sorry, please," I motioned to Fiona, "She'll stay right here while I go find it. I promise we're not trying to rip you off." But the beautiful and angry taco vendor was not having. She immediately called mall security. Fiona and I saw two guards hurry over from the other side of the pavilion. The crowd parted as they approached and we could get a better look at them. The taller guard was male. He wore a high-visibility yellow vest with the malls logo and 'security' spelled out clearly in bold letters. No shirt underneath, just the vest. Bellow he had on a speedo but it was pretty small. Probably too small for the size of his male parts. The tiny speedo had the biggest bulge you'd ever seen. Around his waist was his belt containing all the gadgets he might need including a note pad, flash light and Taser. The shorter guard was an African-American woman I estimated to be in her late thirties. She had the same-colored vest as her male counterpart, but her vest was completely open in front. She hadn't bothered to zip it up so the front halves just rested at her sides. She had a little bit of belly but nothing extreme. In fact it was barely noticeable due to the size of her breasts. They might have been the largest boobs I've ever seen in my life. Gravity was having its way with them, sure, but they were a force to be reckoned with. Even Fiona's eyes got wide at the sight of them. The female guard also the same utility belt as the man, but neglected completely to bother wearing anything down below. She was completely bottomless and even sported a completely smooth and bare pussy. The male security guard spoke. "Okay you two. You're coming with us." Fiona and I gulped and looked at each other. What were we in for now?

NIS: Naked in Summer Camp by Eddie Davidson Copyright© 2022 by Eddie Davidson Chapter 1 Summer was finally here! I was so excited to be chosen as a Counselor Leader In Training at Camp North Star. I had never been to the camp, but I was told that it was around since the 1960s, and the pictures that I had made it look really rustic and fun. I hadn’t expected to be chosen. My best friends Marcia and Wendy had applied to be counselors. Marcia’s family unexpectedly planned to take a trip to Barcelona and asked if I wanted to fill in for her as an alternate only a few days earlier. Everything was falling into place! My parents and brother said their goodbyes, and I hopped on board a school bus bound for Lake Nipigon with my best friend Wendy. I had never been away from home by myself, and this promised to be an incredible adventure! “I am so thrilled, Wendy!” I smiled at my friend. Wendy has long wispy blonde hair, classic good looks, and she’s sprouted boobs recently, and they are fantastic. I am still working on mine, and very self-conscious about my puffy little boobies. I’ve done everything from stuffing my bra to baggy clothes in order to make people think I have a little more up top than I really do. “Yeah, I can’t wait to let my hair down and have some fun, Strawberry!” Wendy flashed her perfect smile. My name is Candace, but everybody calls me Strawberry because of my red hair and the splash of freckles across my nose. The nickname is a little embarrassing. I’ve been hoping as I mature that people will call start calling me Candace. I imagined the respectful campers that I’d be assigned calling me MISS CANDACE. I was looking forward to that. I had a late birthday, and I was lucky to be assigned as a Counselor Leader In Training. I was told that most of them are in high school already. It seemed like quite the honor to be selected (even if I was a last minute choice). “I just realized that the acronym for Counselor Leader In Training is C-L-I-T,” I whispered to my friend. That was a pretty funny oversight. We both giggled over my naughty discovery. I’ve kissed boys and done finger stuff, but I had never gone all the way. Wendy on the other hand, SAYS she is a virgin, but there are several boys who say otherwise. She definitely seems more worldly when it comes to sexual things than me. The ride to Camp North Star was largely uneventful. We sang 101 bottles of beer on the wall, and even a few naughty songs like “101 dildos on the wall”. The bus was co-ed and there were some really cute boys on the bus. “It kind of sucks that the boys are going to be segmented on one side of the camp,” I observed to Wendy. There was an older blonde boy with braces that was silently flirting with me. “I am pretty sure that the boys will find a way to sneak over to the girl’s side of the camp,” Wendy smiled mischievously. “Do you think we could in trouble though? We are Counselor Leaders and we have to set a good example for the younger girls,” I snickered. I intended to at least meet one cute boy at summer camp, or what was the point in going, right? A girl that was sitting behind us had been eavesdropping. She had short curly hair and a smirky sarcastic attitude. “You know we get assigned boy campers, don’t you?” “What?” I asked in disbelief. “Yeah, I was a camper last year. I know for sure. My name is Roxanne,” she introduced herself. We gave her names and asked why they would put girls in charge of boys. “You’ll see!” We thought she might be pulling our legs. Wendy and I theorized that they might segment the CAMPERS into boys and girls, but they probably trust the camp counselors. “They probably assign one boy and one girl counselor to each cabin. You know? Sort of like Mom and Dad of the cabin,” I suggested. “I don’t know, but maybe some of my campers will be cute,” Wendy sounded hopeful. “They are going to be younger than us!” “So what? Maybe they hit their growth spurt. A girl can hope, right?” Wendy chuckled. We didn’t think about it again until we arrived. The bus was hot and sweaty, and all I had on was a white camp shirt and a pair of black shorts, and sneakers. I saw the camp in the distance. I could make out pristine white riding stables, an elaborate sports stadium, what appeared to be really luxurious log cabins, and a wonderful swimming pool next to a beautiful lake with canoes and kids having fun. “Why are we driving past?” Roxanne leaned up and explained that was our rival “Camp Mohawk”. “Every year, we have a competition with the rich pricks from Mohawk, and every year we lose,” she laughed derisively. That was disappointing but I was still hopeful. We had to drive the long way round the lake. The camp had clearly seen better days. The sign out front was faded and read “Camp North Fart”. One of the campers must have vandalized the sign. My friend and I chuckled pretty hard about that. The camp wasn’t much. There was a central building with the offices and cafeteria, and a few cabins on one side. There was a lot of woods, and a broken-down old playground. I was already starting to like the place though. It had a homey feeling. I’ve always liked the plucky underdogs and this place really looked like it was that. The camp director greeted us when we filed off the bus. “Okay, everybody, I’m waiting...” he made us stand in line as we filed off the bus. Wendy and I were quiet but after a long bus ride everyone else seemed to want to talk and misbehave. “People, settle down ... Okay, that’s better,” Morty accepted a little chit-chat and continued once he largely had our attention. “There’s a lot of new people this year, so before I go any further... I want to introduce myself. My name is DIRECTOR MELNICK,” Morty was very explicit in what he wanted to be called. He was wearing a t-shirt that read “when this hand goes up, the mouth closes.” He didn’t intimidate me though. He seemed like he was a really nice guy – a little disorganized. “Hi Morty!” several of the kids who were regulars (including Roxanne) delighted in pushing his buttons and he accepted it with a little chagrin. I kind of liked their sense of humor. I had never spoken to an adult that way before. “My name is DIRECTOR MELNICK! Not Morty! Not to you, not to the campers,” Morty looked at his clipboard and lifted a sheet of paper as if he were checking names and counting heads. “The buses with the campers will be here shortly and it is important you get your bus assignments. Each of you will be assigned SIX campers.” The regulars held up five fingers and repeated “Five” as if that is what they heard him say. “No, Six campers,” he started to correct them before he realized they were just having a little fun teasing him. “But if we lose one, then that would be okay?” the cute blonde boy that had smiled at me laughed. “Bobby, don’t start this year. I am really not in the mood.”He gave us each simple fitbits. They were watches that could be used as watch timers and track steps and physical activity. They weren’t very expensive looking but he acted as if he was trusting us with something sacred. Morty repeatedly mentioned that we’d be docked if we lost them and that it was our responsibility to keep track of them. I was confused by their purpose but all of the counselors received one. At his side, was a blonde amazon who introduced herself as Head Counselor AJ while they signed out the fitbit watches. The boys and even Roxanne jeered when she said “Head” because of the double entendre. AJ placed her hands on her hips. She had amazing breasts, and she stood tall and proud. I couldn’t believe she was even a teenager. She looked like a grown woman. “Yes, HEAD counselor, that’s right, and I am damn good at it, but not for the likes of you Clits.” I exploded with laughter. Our head counselor actually CALLED us clits. “Something funny, Clit?” “I just didn’t know you were going to actually call us that, I am sorry,” I blushed. “Do you expect me to say counselor leaders in training every time?” AJ asked rhetorically before asking me my name. She wrote it down on her clip board as if she were circling it and putting me on a naughty list already. She led us on a tour of the camp. “There are six cabins on the girl’s side, and nine cabins on the boys side.” “SIXTY-NINE!” several of the male counselors shouted enthusiastically. She ignored the boys jab about sixty-nine and remained serious. “The cafeteria is the neutral zone. Girl campers aren’t permitted on the boys side, and boy campers aren’t permitted on the girls side unless you have special permission for Co-Ed activities. The farthest you go is the cafeteria. Is that abundantly clear?” AJ explained sternly. “Yes, Head Counselor AJ!” a couple of the boys joked. Bobby wasn’t the biggest smart-ass of the bunch. The main comedian was his friend “Trip” and he seemed to egg everyone to be a little raunchy and disrespectful. I thought that was okay, considering the campers were not there. The Cafeteria seemed to double as a rec hall when meals were not served and even as a gym. There was a small office with a gift shop attached to it at the front. That’s where Director Melnick went after the initial introductions. He left everything to AJ and I thought that was pretty cool. I hoped to be as poised and in charge as she was when I got my campers. There were shower builders on either side of the cafeteria. One was designated for girls and the other for boys on the appropriate side. I was a little surprised by the fact that we had communal showers. That was pretty wild. “Awww, not co-ed? I heard we were going to have big changes this year,” Trip asked patronizingly. “One big change is that I am going to tie you up by your feet and let your campers use you as a piñata, Trip. Now, be a big boy and set a good example for the newbies.” “Yes, Miss AJ, Ma’am,” Trip barked out his response as if he were in the military answering a drill sergeant. “Good boy, follow orders, and you may get to shower in the head counselor’s private shower this year,” She cooed. “Would you like that, Trip?” I had no idea that she was flirting! “You know that I would,” Trip sang his response. “Good, I’ll make the arrangements for you to shower with Steve tonight,” she smiled wickedly. She obviously had been shining Trip on. “Steve Rhoades is back this year? What happened? Did the parole board decide to send him back here another year? That guy is WAY too old to be a camp counselor. I guess he likes them young, and he keeps getting older and they stay the same age year after year. It’s probably the only way he can get girls,” Trip was in the middle of insulting the guy when we heard a harumph. “Steve? You old son-of-a-gun,” Trip knew instantly that his nemesis was standing behind him. Steve was broad shouldered, athletic and he clearly thought he was god’s gift to women. “Looks like we’ll be shaping young minds and teaching them Camp North Star values together again, old buddy,” Trip kissed up to him. “Yeah,” Steve ignored him. “It’s going to be a very educational summer,” he observed casually as he walked over and put his arm around AJ. She looked a little uncomfortable but didn’t shrug it off. It was probably inappropriate around other counselors. “What? a little touch is going to bother you?” Steve grinned. “No, Steve. Just remember that this year, I am a head counselor just like you,” AJ bluntly reminded him that they shared equal authority. It was abundantly clear that AJ’s responsibility was over the girl clits and that Steve was in charge of the boy counselors. “Not JUST like me,” Steve offered crudely as he stared at her bulging tits through her shirt, and then said that he could think of “TWO differences.” “Are all the guys here total pervs?” I whispered my question to Wendy. Roxanne overheard as well and giggled. Roxanne assured us that we didn’t know the half of it. I wanted to meet a boy at camp, but I hoped that he wasn’t going to be rude and foul mouthed. Steve took the male counselors to the other side of the camp to set up. I followed AJ to the other side of the camp. There were three other female counselors in training. I was assigned to cabin six. It looked sturdy enough and it was fairly close to the shower. “I’ve got cabin eight. We are close to each other,” Wendy seemed pleased. “Wait, cabin eight? There are nine cabins. This really is the boy’s side?” I realized that Roxanne hadn’t been kidding. “Told you so,” Roxanne told us she had cabin seven and that we’d be neighbors. Several buses arrived shortly after, and we went out to meet them. AJ blew her whistle and lined the campers up. Morty gave them a short introduction and promised them genuine Indian arrow heads, leathercrafting, basket weaving, canoeing and fun in the sun. “You know why we are here,” several of the campers shouted eagerly. “Okay, okay, keep your shorts on! We’ll do introductions and a tour and then in about an hour we’ll bring everyone out for orientation!” As my campers started arriving, I asked them to stand next to me and wait. There was a little chaos, but AJ and Steve actually managed it very well. Steve was a little crass with the girls. He blew his whistle and told them to stop, and then tried to confuse them and tell them to go. It was just a little good-natured playful hazing and nothing else. Despite the long bus ride, the boys seemed a little riled up and excited. Most of the campers were a head shorter than me and although we were close in age, they seemed impossibly immature. Most of the handsome ones were assigned to other cabins. I wasn’t interested in younger boys, but I noticed that I seemed to get the strangest ones. You know how when kids pick teams for sports, there are always those kids that are chosen last? I felt like AJ was changing the assignments to give me those kids. I took my six back to the cabin and introduced myself and told them my name. I left out the part about calling me Strawberry. There was no point in giving out that nickname. I told them what part of Ontario I was from and a little about the things I enjoyed. It was nice because they hung on every word and kept looking at me intently. “You look hungry,” I observed. The boys all looked famished. I wasn’t much older than them but I felt an instinctive obligation to look after them. This was my first time at camp, and despite being nervous and a little self-conscious about being a leader I tried to project confidence. I informed the boys when dinner would be and that we had orientation soon. I asked them to introduce themselves. The first boy introduced himself. He was shy, awkward and wore thick black framed glasses. They were the old 1960s style frames. His friend quickly told everyone his nickname was “Spaz”. He was wiry and looked incredibly nerdy. His friend introduced himself as Larry Finkelstein. Spaz made sure everyone knew to call him “Fink”. Larry shrugged and said everyone calls him that. “Everyone calls my dad that too,” he explained that his father owned an electronic store in Ottawa. He was heavy set, with short-cropped hair. They had both been campers for the last two years and were fast friends. They implied that this year was going to be different for them and that they were super excited to be here. I told them I was too. “Well, alright!” they both cheered. I was glad they were so happy that I was their counselor. The third boy introduced himself as “Wheels”. He didn’t say why that was his nickname. He had dark curly hair and was athletic. Wheels was average looking but by comparison to the others he was attractive. He seemed mature for his age. He had been here the previous year. “I wouldn’t miss the year for anything,” he implied that he was ready to have a really great time. I told him I’d do everything I could to ensure that happened. The fourth camper was shy. He introduced himself as “Renzetti” and told everyone that they could call him Hardware. He had an American accent – probably from New York. He was thin and had a crooked nose. He said that his parents made him come year after year, and this year he was finally looking forward to it as well. The fifth camper called himself “Horse”. I asked him if he loved horses because I do as well. I assumed that he would say yes. “Nope, you’ll see why they call me Horse!” I had no intention of seeing his penis, if that was what he meant. I didn’t feel as confident in myself as AJ to dress him down though. I hoped I could set barriers and boundaries. I felt like I should have started off by insisting they call me “Miss Candance” but now I was feeling self-conscious. I was only a year or maybe two older than these boys at most. I didn’t feel entirely in charge. He certainly seemed like he had been at the camp previously but he didn’t say. The final camper was shy. He introduced himself simply as Rudy and offered no background on where he was from or his interests. “Do you have a boyfriend?” one of them asked me. The boys all seemed to want to know. “No,” “Does the carpet match the drapes?” Horse asked if my pubes were red like my hair. I ignored his question and rolled my eyes. He promised he’d see soon enough. I wanted to tell him “Fat chance” but I was a little too nervous to assert myself. “Do you have a nickname?” Spaz asked. “I’d rather you not call me by my nickname, but since most of you have one,” I paused and looked at Rudy. He was the ONLY boy in my cabin without a nickname. “My friends call me Strawberry,” I admitted. “I bet you are sweet to eat!” Fink grinned lasciviously as if he wanted to actually eat me like a meal. The others laughed. “I’d prefer you call me Candace,” I replied dryly. I didn’t want to seem like a hard-ass but I had imagined that the my campers would respect me more if they had to address me like a teacher. “Can dance?” Spaz boogied around the cabin and moonwalked. The cabin was fairly spartan with six beds, chests, and small table and chairs we could sit at. A few of the boys chuckled at my expense. “No, Canned ASS,” Fink waddled around the room wiggling his butt and smacking it. There were howls of laughter. “Okay, that is enough,” I offered them a sour smile. “Don’t get on my bad side,” I warned them. “Or what?” Fink challenged me. “You going to spank us, Counselor?” The others giggled at the absurdity of that notion. I had no idea how to punish them if they were bad. “I might tell the head counselor,” I warned. I felt powerless all of a sudden, like the only authority that I really had was quickly evaporating and that soon the boys would figure out I was just faking having any to begin with. A rock song began playing over the PA loudspeakers. The music was muffled but all the campers recognized it and cheered. Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the good times? Are you ready for the birds and bees? the apple trees! And a whole lotta foolin’ around Are you ready for the hot nights? Are you ready for the fireflies the moonlit skies And a whole lotta foolin’ around No more pencils, no more books No more teachers’ dirty looks The old rock song signaled that AJ was ready to begin orientation and we exited the cabin. The other boys were filing out of their cabins with their camp counselors. The camp director observed from behind AJ like a proud general marshalling his troops on the morning before battle. AJ was the star of the orientation and everyone instinctively lined up on her in small groups. I was a lanky bean pole of a girl with few curves and my show of confidence was all an act. AJ was who I wanted to be. She commanded attention in how she moved and spoke. She blew a whistle and lined everyone up by cabin. Each of the girl counselors were standing with the campers from our assigned cabin. I thought there had been some mix-up by assigning girls to run the boy’s side of the camp. No one else appeared nervous or confused and there was quite a bit of apprehension for what AJ had to say. “This year we are trying something new at Camp Mohawk, so I am just going to go right ahead and address it with this initial orientation. I expect you twerps to listen up and listen WELL. If you do not listen then you and I are going to have a bad time at Camp this summer and if I have a bad time, then you will definitely HAVE a bad time.” AJ’s stony demeanor got everyone’s attention. No one talked, and all eyes were on her. “If you fail to follow my instructions then not only will you draw back a slap across your chubby little faces, but you could be ejected from the NIS program this summer.” There were no objections or questions. I knew about the Naked in School program (NIS). It was something for high schools and colleges. “As you should all know if you READ your programs this year, Morty signed up Camp Mohawk for participation in an experimental NIS summer program.” “Lost money at the track this year, Morty?” a wise-acre from another cabin joked, and a short burst of laughter cascaded from the source of the comment. “Camp Mohawk can’t compete with Camp North Star in amenities. We do this and we can afford to get the holes in the canoes patched us ... But yes, if you must know, the track hasn’t been kind this year,” Morty admitted in self-deprecating fashion. “Raise your hands if you have attended a school with the NIS program?” AJ asked. Almost no one raised their hands. A few of the older camp counselors raised their hands. AJ glared at Morty, as if she expected the response but hadn’t hoped for it. “Keep your hands up if you’ve done your mandatory naked in school week?” Roxanne was surprisingly one of the girls who had her hand raised, along with two of the other counselors. Wendy didn’t raise her hand and neither did I. “Not to worry, by the end of this orientation you will have the basics down. The naked body is nothing to be ashamed of and everyone has one under their clothes. I’ve personally volunteered every year for NIS, and I plan to attend a year round NIS college program in the fall,” AJ was already removing her big white camp mohawk t-shirt. I gasped when her tits sprung forth and bounced freely. A lot of boys giggled and guffawed as they stared at the head counselor’s exposed melons. I couldn’t help the feeling of sympathetic humiliation running up my spine. I wasn’t the one topless, but I felt empathy for AJ. I assumed it must have been incredibly humiliating to take her shirt off in front of over fifty boys that were ogling her. If it bothered AJ in the least, she didn’t show it. “Go ahead and get the giggles out and laugh, it’s perfectly natural and you will get a good long look this summer. You may even be capable of staring at tits without acting like total morons,” she chided the boys. She placed her thumbs in the sides of her black shorts and then slid them down to her ankles. She took her panties off as she did. The giggles morphed into shocked exasperation. I felt like there was something so naughty about what she was doing and the fact that AJ acted like it was perfectly normal to expose herself to total strangers made it seem even more provocative. Imagine a fully developed woman with big knockers standing naked in front of over sixty people wearing clothes. If AJ wasn’t so attractive and stacked, I assumed she’d be melting with humiliation. I could hardly believe that my camp counselor was going to be naked for the summer. I wondered if she planned to put her clothes back on at all! My mind began to flash with how hard it might be to eat dinner in the mess hall in a room filled with people wearing clothes. I was blushing sympathetically thinking about it. This sudden news was completely blowing my mind! “Eyes up here,” AJ demanded that the guys stop looking at her boobs and look at her face while she spoke. I quickly realized that was a joke AJ was making to add a little levity to the situation. “I am just kidding. You can LOOK at any part of me. That’s the entire idea of the NIS program.” AJ explained that the program started in California over twenty years earlier. It was a radical program that many people misunderstood. Students (and some teachers) volunteer for a week and attend classes in the nude. There were many detractors who opposed the program, but the results had been overwhelmingly positive and it had spread across the world. Canada (where I live) is fairly progressive, but we can also be fairly conservative on some things as well. Society has increasingly become more tolerant, but I had never personally seen anyone in the program. I had only heard about it in the news. NIS was founded primarily to reduce teen pregnancy by taking the stigma and curiosity out of sexuality. “You know what I got; I know what you have. We don’t need to make an excuse to bump uglies in the backseat of a car to see each other’s naughty bits. Yes, girls get curious as well and on the other side of camp the other head counsellor is having this exact same conversation with the girls.” “If they are curious about what Steve has, the girls probably have to get a microscope out!” one of the older girl counselors teased. “Steve is a man-slut, but that’s the other important part about NIS,” AJ added. “There is nothing wrong with being a slut and body shaming is not appreciated. Dicks come in all shapes and sizes; some lean to the left, some peckers are big, some cocks are medium, and some wieners are teeny-tiny,” AJ squeezed her fingers closely together to approximate the size of Steve’s dick. “That is okay,” she added with a smile. “I have big tits, big perfect, voluptuous, lovely, delicious boobs that stick straight out” “More than a mouthful is a waste anyone,” one of the crude boys from another cabin jeered her, but AJ didn’t seem to notice. The head counselor even bounced up and down to demonstrate as if the buoyant balloons on her chest were her favorite toys. “There are all shapes and sizes of breasts! Some are round, Some jugs are like triangles, some are like puffy, some boobies are flat. They are all okay! NIS helps young people see that the parts of the physical form that we normal hide in society are all acceptable. I have a big clit,” she reached down between her hairless pussy and pushed the flap of skin between her legs up as if it was not the most sensitive and private part of her body she had just pinched. “Just looking at the pimples on your faces, I can tell most of you have never seen one of these. You don’t know what it is for, and you don’t know how sensitive it is. The point of NIS is you get to ask us questions about it, touch it, and look at it.” These boys get to touch her clit? No wonder they seemed excited to be here. I thought back to how they seemed hungry earlier and started to wonder if they just couldn’t wait for this part. She told them that the clit was not much different than the loose skin on her elbow. It was made of the same cells, but it had a different purpose and level of sensitivity. “That’s all! Once you realize that the body is the body, and your curiosity is satisfied then we can get on with other activities this summer.” “My perverted uncle is sixty-four, and I do not think he’s ever going to stop being curious about bodies like yours,” Roxanne joked. “Activities? Broken canoes, making wallets and games of horse-shoes?” Fink quipped from behind me. There were other sarcastic comments as well, but I didn’t hear all of them. “We are going to have a good number of NIS demonstrations and activities but also traditional camp activities,” AJ informed everyone. “The first orientation is just to lay the ground rules on what you are learning and what a reasonable request actually is.” I had no idea what she was talking about. It all sounded so thrilling and terrifying at the same time. What did she mean by reasonable requests? I had so many questions! I was shocked by the fact that I did not know any of this was going to happen. I had admittedly not read all of the package that Camp Mohawk sent when I completed my application. I convinced my parents to let me sign up in Marcia’s place without talking about it. They had no reason to ask if the summer program involved NIS. I wondered if my parents would be mad at me for going to a camp that had adopted the NIS program. I was actually quite curious about whether or not I’d get to see Steve in the nude. I had lots of questions about how boys bodies worked. I assumed that I’d find out naturally through sexual experimentation. I had to admit that I could see the logic of being able to ask questions BEFORE I had all of the pressure of performing sexually with a boy that I liked. Steve was a pretentious douche-bag, but he was also a full grown man with hair on his chest. He might have been crass and a bit of a bad-boy, but I was genuinely wondering if he was going to get hard in front of the female campers. I almost giggled out loud when I thought about his dick getting hard uncontrollably. It was such a naughty thought that I almost didn’t realize that AJ was talking directly to me. “Earth to air-head,” AJ got my attention. I heard the others laughing right at me and a fresh wave of red-humiliation washed down my spine. The empathetic feelings I had for AJ’s predicament were nothing compared to the self-conscious embarrassment I felt when everyone looked at me and laughed. “Are you waiting for an engraved attention, Miss Candace?” I was finally being addressed as Miss Candace. Unfortunately, the tone in AJ’s voice was derisive, and it wasn’t validating my authority as a camp counselor at all. It took me a moment to realize that the other camp counselors were nearly undressed. Roxanne grinned and winked at me. She had a thick black curly bush and dark red nipples. My best friend Wendy was dutifully removing her clothes as if it was not that big of a deal to her either. “The rest of us have to do it. Don’t be nervous. It’s just skin! Now strip down, and let it all hang out, Candace. You are going to be naked all summer, so you may as well get started now.” Chapter 2 All eyes were on me and that was making me extremely nervous. There were nine other girls that were completely naked and yet I was the one who must have felt the most embarrassed. I am cute but not well developed and I am extremely self-conscious. I think what made me feel the most vulnerable was that Morty was staring at me intently as if he were disappointed in me for not immediately stripping down like the other girls. I couldn’t even turn to face the boys in my cabin because I was mortified. “Good girl,” AJ smiled at me when I removed my shirt. I had a training bra on underneath. “Why would you wear that when you knew you had to take it off anyway,” Horse asked from behind me. I assumed the question was a rhetorical jeer. AJ responded to the question. “The camp counselors must answer ALL of your questions truthfully and factually, but let’s save the questions for why girls wear training bras until after orientations, okay?” “Yes, Miss AJ,” Horse responded warmly. “Good boy,” AJ smiled at him. I felt increased shame and humiliation as I reached behind myself and unsnapped my bra. The other girls had slid out of their clothes in what felt like a few seconds, but I was languishing in mine and it was like slowly ripping a band-aid off of a cut. It only prolonged the feeling of shame - but I wasn’t ready to be fully naked. Roxanne began to hum the tawdry version of the stripper song. You know the one with the high hat drums and the sultry saxophone that goes “Bad-dump, bad-dump, tssss...” Well, she managed to get all of the boys in her cabin to serenade me with it and a few from my own cabin joined in as well. I assumed that Roxanne was trying to add a little levity. She was already naked, and her pointy tits shook a little as she directed the boys to harmonize the song while I stripped. “Okay, Okay, Roxanne,” AJ slightly chastised Roxanne for teasing me but let them have their fun. I was completely naked and stood awkwardly with my hands covering my pussy. I positioned my arms over my smallish boobs to ensure that I had strategically covered my nipples. “It’s okay to be nervous, Candace,” AJ informed me. “You knew that this was a requirement of all counselors when you signed up for CLIT. I assume this is your first time in the program?” “Yes Ma’am,” I admitted sheepishly. My voice cracked in fear. Becoming the center of the spectacle was a nightmare. “Don’t piss yourself,” AJ warned me to calm down. “It’s going to be okay. I was nervous the first day I entered NIS as well,” she admitted. I could hardly imagine a sophisticated, confident girl like AJ was nervous about doing anything. She was once my age though and it helped me to picture even her being less than confident. “The orientation is going to be good for you as well. Why don’t you come up here and be my training dummy,” AJ made it seem like what we were doing was no big deal and completely routine. However, now I was expected to stand next to this voluptuous woman and FACE a line of over fifty young boys while completely naked. Their faces were full of mirth, and I think some of them were excited by how embarrassed I was. “Posture is important,” AJ made me stand with my shoulders back, push my tits out and lift my chin. She took my hands away so that I had to present myself fully nude. “Counselors are going to be seated, walking around and sleeping in your cabin in the nude. You’ll eventually get used to it. In order to acclimate to that, you can look at us, even stare.” AJ made a goofy face towards Hardware, the boy from my cabin. She was mocking him for staring at her intently in a funny way. He didn’t relent or stop staring though. “If any of us slouch, or hide a part of our bodies, it’s okay to ask us to show it to you,” AJ explained. I took that to mean that I couldn’t try to slyly hide my naughty parts with my hands. “Does that count as a reasonable request?” Hardware asked her directly. “I think when YOU ask it probably will,” AJ joked. I didn’t quite get what she was suggesting but I assumed she was implying that Hardware was going to make the request difficult. “I am getting to RR’s, but first we need some ground rules. Even if you’ve been in other NIS programs, I need you to all listen up.” An RR was obviously short for a reasonable request. The way that AJ used the term implied it was some official part of the program. My heart was pounding with fear – what constituted reasonable? A request implied I had some choice in the matter but the unknown of it all was overwhelming me. “If you want to touch us, just touch us,” AJ reached out to my thighs and touched my hip in a non-sexual way. My pussy began to drip because there were a thousand thoughts racing through my body and mingling with my young hormones, but the innocent touch wasn’t really the catalyst of that. I was shocked she invited the boy campers to touch us without asking. “Don’t ask. It’s going to be a long summer and if every second I have to answer a question about touching my butt or my boob then I am going to start cracking some heads. It’s not a biggie. Counselors are AT&T and if you want to reach out and touch someone then be like NIKE and just do it,” AJ joked a little as she ran her hand across the bottom of my ass cheeks. This time it felt far more pleasurable, and I regretted appearing so flattered. “Obviously, wash your grubby hands. I don’t know where they have been and if you’ve been touching someone else OR yourself,” she implied that the boys would be jerking off copiously this summer. “I prefer you wash your hands.” She let that be understood before continuing. “There are different kinds of touching. I am talking about a quick grope, a brush of the hand, a little pinch,” AJ explained it all so casually. She tweaked my nipple, and I instantly felt aroused as they hardened at her touch. “If you want to see how a girl’s body responds to touch then that is fine. Anywhere is fine, but no fingers inside the mouth, pussy OR the poop chute,” she held up a finger and pantomimed circling her finger before jabbing it into an unknown hole. There was an audible groan of disappointment. I genuinely brightened knowing that I wouldn’t be finger fucked by random strangers. “It’s okay to touch around the rim, but if I catch one of you perverts trying to stick his finger all the way inside of me and touch my cheese, then you are going to pull back a missing finger.” AJ implied that her butthole was a mouse-trap and that boys would somehow lose their fingers if they tried to insert them inside of her. “Ah, but you might like it!!” Fink offered playfully. “I might, but I can do more for myself with these,” AJ wiggled her fingers before adding “Then you EVER could with your hot-dog sized fingers,” AJ instantly took all of the hot air out of Fink’s sails with that comment. “That is where reasonable requests come in,” AJ explained. “A reasonable request can be a lot of things and I am sure your creative, perverted minds will come up with a few new ones I’ve never heard before, but trust me – I’ve heard almost all of them,” AJ’s stone-faced comment was almost phrased like a challenge. “A reasonable request should take no longer than three minutes, and a good rule of thumb is to wait about fifteen minutes before giving us another one. Obviously, you should direct your RRs to the counselor from your cabin but all counselors MUST perform reasonable requests whenever they are made.” MUST? A formal request is asking for something. The person that is being asked can always be declined. What I just heard my head counselor say was that we can’t deny a “reasonable request.” “I’ll give you some examples of reasonable requests,” AJ offered. Everyone’s attention was on her, but she intended to make me perform the requests. “We might as get this one out of the way first, because you are all wondering, yes masturbation is a reasonable request!” “YES!” and other excited cheers began to resonate through the crowd of boys and even a few of the female counselors seemed pleasantly surprised. “As you all know, that’s a controversial rule and not all schools allow it, but we follow California convention 22.1. which permits masturbation for self-expression and EDUCATION anytime, anyplace with consent of all parties.” I was terrified that AJ expected me to demonstrate frigging myself in front of this entire group of lusty teenage boys. “Does this mean we can whip it out too?” Horse asked. A few other boys also asked questions, but AJ seemed amused by Horse’s question. The fact that I wasn’t standing with the six boys from my cabin had probably made them feel even more emboldened than the others, but many other campers were making rude remarks. “Yes, are you going to educate me?” AJ strode over to him. She spoke in a sultry but insistent way as and tried to intimidate him. “Let’s see you pull your pud now, right here in front of everyone.”It was fascinating to watch her make a boy quake while remaining so soft spoken. “Is that a reasonable request?” Horse looked a little nervous as he backed down. “No, campers don’t have to participate in NIS and are technically not approved to participate without permission slips. You don’t have to obey reasonable requests. If you decide to disrobe on camp property or on our part of the lake that is your business. You do have to obey your counselors though, so if we tell you to put your pants back on then you have to.” “Wait, so I can give my counselor a reasonable request, but she can tell me to take my pants off?” Horse seemed confused. “That is not what I said,” AJ seemed impatient. “We can’t and won’t GIVE you reasonable requests. However, counselors are responsible for your safety and education as well as all of the other campers in their cabins. We are going to direct activities, mealtimes, bathtimes, bedtimes, We can’t tell you to take your dick out. If you ARE going to pull your dick out and jerk it, that’s fine. We won’t stop you. If you are trying to jerk it on a cabin-mates face, then we are going to tell you to put it back in your pants or point it in another direction.” Horse knew what AJ was getting at but still looked confused. He had to obey us in matters of safety, but apparently, he could also perform reasonable requests. It was certainly a confusing situation to me. “A reasonable request is something physical for up to three minutes. If you want to educate yourself on the female form and ask us questions about how something feels to us, or why our body reacts a certain way then that is the time to do it. I am still the head counselor though, and I am responsible for your safety. If I see you doing something dangerous then I can stop you. If I see you making a mess then I can make you clean it up.” That added some clarity. “So I can tell you to finger fuck yourself for three minutes, but I can’t tell you to take my food tray to the garbage and dump it for me?” Horse was half-joking. “You can make a reasonable request for me or any other counselor to show you how we masturbate ourselves and let you watch and ask questions. The show is just for you but others may watch too. You can’t use me as your personal maid, no.” “So, basically, you get to jerk off all summer, but all the work is on us?” Horse seemed dismissive. He should have appreciated the fact that this pretty blue-eyed, blonde-haired counselor goddess would invite him to watch her touch herself and put on a personal show just for him. Instead, he seemed to imply that she was getting the better end of the deal. AJ might have been. She didn’t seem all that concerned about inviting others to watch her do something that I had only ever done in private before. She was probably used to it and knew how to look really sexy when she was doing it. I wasn’t used to things like this at all, and I was terrified about the prospect about it.I was going along with it, and part of it fascinated me, but the rest of me was turning to jelly on the inside. “Look, if all I had to do all summer was finger-bang myself for you little fuckers then I would agree with you,” AJ cut to the chase and spoke frankly. “Obviously, that’s not the scope of all that reasonable requests are. It’s just one of the most frequent and I wanted to address it right away.” “So what else is there?” Horse asked. AJ sighed. “I had a whole speech prepared, but let’s just skip to the Q&A session,” she mused. “The T&A session,” another boy laughed his play on words out loud. “Alright, that was funny,” AJ admitted. “You can’t request your own fingers, tongues, toes, dicks, and whatever other appendages you might try to fit, go in any of our body parts,” AJ said flatly. She repeated it for everyone to hear. “That’s pretty much it.” “Wait, how come I can’t make a reasonable request for you to clean up my table mess?” Horse asked. It was a fair question. “The same reason that I am not your maid or your momma,” AJ explained. She apologized and admitted that where she is from this is common sense. “I was hoping that some of you had experience already in NIS, with either older siblings or something. Human sexuality is ONE aspect of the NIS program, and it is a big part. It’s the shiny chrome part on the front bumper that gets everyone’s attention. I meant reasonable requests that involve sexuality. You can’t make an RR for me to be your maid, or suck on your little pinky finger or your dicky. You can ASK me nicely, and that would be fully up to me, but it isn’t an RR.” That made a lot of sense – although I think the boys still weren’t sure where the line was. “So what else is an RR?” Horse and many of the others wanted to know. AJ was thrilled to segueway back into what she planned to present in the orientation. “I am glad you asked. How about you call some out for Miss Candace, and I’ll tell you whether they are or aren’t reasonable requests? Wendy ... Roxanne, you come up here too and you can take turns.” Wendy enthusiastically strode up to join me and greeted me warmly with just a smile. It was what I needed to bolster my courage. Roxanne was grinning from ear to ear as well. She was thin and lanky like me, but she seemed far more worldly. “Play with yourselves,” the first and very obvious request came within seconds of the two girls joining me. AJ held up her hands and said that everyone knew that was on the table. “Raise your hand and I’ll call on you. We’ll go round robin and I’ll let each counselor know whether that is an RR or not. Go ahead and gather around us in a circle and try to ask things you’d REALLY request and not a bunch of outlandish silly ones.” “Finger ALL THE WAY up the butt!” came a jovial request from the first boy that AJ called upon. It was obviously so over the top, and everyone laughed so hard that I knew that would be dismissed. “NOT a reasonable request,” AJ informed him very matter of factly. The boy was clearly disappointed, but I wasn’t. I was the first one in line. “Your counselor would first have to ask you if that is a reasonable request that you are making. It’s very possible that you were just joking, and we aren’t going to go sticking things up our asses just because you are having a laugh. You could also have said that you are making a reasonable request to clarify it.” My eyes shot wide open. The boy apologized and said he assumed that it was implied he was making a reasonable request. “What happens when you assume? You make an ASS out of YOU and ME...,” AJ seemed to be quoting an old movie or some forgotten wisdom. “The more specific you can be, the easier it will be for your counselor to accommodate you. Roxanne, you were in NIS in Alberta, weren’t you?” “Toronto, Ma’am,” Roxanne replied. “Okay, even better,” AJ implied that Toronto’s NIS program was somehow superior to Alberta. “Rephrase the request for your friend so that everyone can hear a much better example,” AJ nodded. “I have a reasonable request, Miss Candace. Can you bend over, spread your ass cheeks and then using THIS finger, shove it all the way up your cute little sparkling asshole?” Roxanne grinned at me playfully. “You don’t have to call it cute and sparkling, but yes, that would be a request. Go ahead, Candace,” AJ shrugged as if what I would be doing was rather mundane. I blushed so hard, but I do not think anyone noticed. I turned around and bent over. I grabbed my ass cheeks and held my butt. “Hold your stance and cheeks a little wider, so that we can see if your fart hole really does sparkle, Miss Candace,” AJ half-joked. I didn’t realize she was serious at first. I adjusted my legs shoulders width apart and then summoned all of my courage as I pulled apart my ass cheeks. The silent reaction was more humiliating than giggle. Was my asshole glistening? Sweaty? Puckered and gross? “It’s okay to make reasonable requests more specific by asking us to widen our stance, hold ourselves a little wider,” AJ explained that she had told me to do that simply to demonstrate. “Counselors can also ask if you would like us to lick our fingers Your counselor can ask you if you mind if she licks her finger to lubricate it or if you want to watch us try to cram it in. It’s a back-and-forth conversation, and you only learn if you ask questions and talk to one another. It’s not just a quiet peep-show, guys. You can look at porn online for that. Okay, go ahead and lick your finger and slip it in,” AJ patted me on the butt and told me that I did a good job. I was mortified as I slid my finger into my mouth, sucked it deeply, sucked it wet with saliva and then slid it up my asshole gently. I’d never had more than a pinky in my anus before, and now I was pushing my pointer finger into my butthole while boys watched and giggled. I felt like the biggest slut and an object of ridicule and yet I did it anyway and continued to let them watch. I was confused as to why – perhaps caught up in the moment. I felt obligated to participate in the show because AJ had told me to do this. I felt ridiculous and part of me knew it was wrong, but I felt it was too late to stop now. “The red-haired kid,” AJ called on another boy before I had even finished seating my finger into my anus. “This is for Miss Wendy,” he insisted. “Okay, whatever,” Roxanne shrugged in disappointment. She was next in line to perform a reasonable request for the crowd. “I didn’t mean to offend you. Miss AJ said that we had to go to our counselor first, and I am in Cabin Eight, so I have Miss Wendy.” “This is just a quick demonstration, so it’s fine, and you can give RRs to any of the counselors,” AJ reiterated. She asked him what he wanted. I imagined that the boy had found a genie in a bottle, and he could rub it to grant him almost any wish he wanted. “This is a reasonable request to do jumping jacks,” the boy grinned wickedly. Several of the other boys seemed amused, but somewhat disappointed. He could have asked for just about anything. “Yes, obviously that is a solid reasonable request,” AJ admitted as she directed Wendy to start performing the robust calisthenics on the spot. “Girls with bigger tits like Wendy and I are going to bounce a lot more than Roxanne and Candace will,” she advised. I couldn’t see, but from the reaction of the crowd, my friend’s jiggling boobies were a big hit. “The thing you should know is that this is JUST three minutes, and we are not super human, so if you guys gang up on us to wear us out, we may need a little break.” Horse found that to be hypocritical and immediately challenged what AJ said. “You have to do our reasonable requests?” “For what Morty pays, you would be lucky if I let you smell my used panties,” AJ admitted. “Yes, we have to perform reasonable requests, and we’ll make every possible attempt to do them, but even we have limits.” “So if I can make a reasonable request to do jumping jacks, why can’t I tell you to jumping jack your ass all the way to my table, pick up my tray and empty it in the trash when I finish eating?” AJ was somewhat amused with Horse’s line of questions. “Think of us like teachers. Teachers HAVE to help you with your homework. The subject for the summer is the study of the human body. We do not HAVE to wipe your butts or brush your teeth for you.” “Well, there goes two of my first requests,” Spaz half-joked. His friend Fink laughed the loudest. “What’s your name? You were here last year, weren’t you?” “Spaz, and yes, I was,” Spaz said. “What’s your real name, Spaz?” AJ asked in a friendly way. I could only watch the interaction over my shoulder while bent over. My best friend Wendy continued performing jumping jacks with her tits bouncing and her ass jiggling. “I am kind of used to Spaz,” he admitted. “Well, if you really want to make a reasonable request for me to wipe your ass, then pull your pants down and ask it.” “Uh...” Spaz had clearly been joking. He got intimidated. I suspected AJ knew that boys his age often talked a big game but panicked when she called them out. “Okay, Spaz kind of spazzed out,” AJ joked, and the crowd laughed at him. “Roxanne, why don’t you ask me what you think he might have asked.” “Miss AJ, this is a RR. I need help going potty. Please wipe my bottom for me?” Roxanne’s tone was obviously not serious, and she was mocking Spaz’s nasally voice for comedic affect. “I can accompany you to the toilet, Spaz and wipe your bottom with toilet paper if that is what you want but we have three minutes. If you want me to do it right here, then please pull down your pants.” Even Roxanne seemed surprised by AJ’s formal sounding response. “You can touch us. We can touch you but ONLY if you request it. The same rules apply though to penetration. You can’t request that I use my tongue to wipe your dirty ass,” AJ shuddered in disgust at the very thought. “You can, however request that I use my fingers to hold toilet paper, and I’d prefer that.” “Wait, you really would?” several boys were suddenly interested in something that sounded super outlandish only a few moments earlier. It was so farcical that it was made it jest. “I am not going to stick my finger IN your dirty fart-cavities, and I am definitely not going to put my tongue all the way in. A reasonable request can involve touching and touching goes both ways. You touch us with fingers. What’s the difference if our fingers touch you?” That was a good point, although somehow it did FEEL worse. “Yes, you...” AJ called on another boy. “Can we request that you touch each OTHER?” he asked. That question evoked tons of perverted laughter. “Yes, but I told you to put the request into the format you’d really make it in. Ask Roxanne to touch Candace, since the poor girl has been standing here fingering her butt this entire time. All I ask is that you let it be on a different part of her body.” “Miss Roxanne, I am requesting that you make out with Miss Candace,” the boy said. The kid was Hispanic and somewhat short for his age. AJ had clearly just told them that tongues were out of the question, so I felt certain that she’d deny him. “That’s fine,” AJ agreed. I was shocked, and my asshole puckered around my finger when I thought about having to kiss a girl. I’ve done it at sleep overs and in dare games but never while in the nude in front of boys before. “It brings up another good point. Who was the one who requested Candace bend over and stick her finger in her butt?” she asked. The boy raised his hand. “If we were doing this for real, Miss Candace has to stay like she is until the three minutes are up. The fit-bits we wear are programmed with a three minute timer,” she explained. It suddenly made so much sense why we had been provided those watches.”Let’s say for sake of discussion that Candace has only performed the request for a minute and a half. She is supposed to continue to put on that show for you until the end and let you ask questions. However, she can ask if you mind if Roxanne kisses her while she finishes your request, and that is YOUR choice and your choice alone. If not, then you have to inform Roxanne and her camper that you are performing a request and are not available.” I was getting flustered. My nipples were fully erect as I bent over. I felt like AJ wanted me to ask the question out loud. It was naught thinking about but hearing myself asking a boy for permission to interrupt his request and kiss another girl sent shivers down my spine. I hoped no one noticed my knees quivering. He gleefully accepted. Someone pointed out the obvious exception about tongues and fingers while Roxanne made a grand show of bending over and kissing me open mouth. Her tongue forced its way gently into my mouth, and she sucked the air from my lips while running her tongue playfully along my teeth. “That penetration rule applies to CAMPERS. It does not apply to US. If you want to request me to finger myself or if you’d rather watch how another girl would touch me, then that is the request. My finger in my pussy-pie or in another pussy is fine. Most girls know how to get themselves off better than anyone else can, but it is a learning experience to watch us cum with someone else. We can kiss, or go down on each other, and we’ll make every attempt to answer your questions during the request or after if we can.”AJ placed her hands on her hips, and her tits kept bouncing while she spoke. I think she was mesmerizing the boys unintentionally and they may not have fully understood her. My spine was shivering from the stimulation and the humiliation combined. I knew that I was getting weak in the knees, and I hoped no one noticed how badly turned on I was. AJ made it a point to tell everyone. “You’ll be able to tell when a girl is faking orgasm, or she is really getting turned on like Miss Candace.” Oh God, I was going to cum. I was so close.

Nikki's Encore byrd75000© "Returning to our local stage in the lead role is Nikki Morales," the review in the local newspaper began, "and what she may lack in acting skills is more than made up for by her courage in appearing naked on stage for half of the production." Well, I want to tell you, that's a big fat lie. I wasn't naked half of the time, although come to think of it, that's not a bad idea. I had only scene where I was completely nude, and the rest of the time I was wearing something -- maybe not much, but something. And I thought I showed great acting skills. After all, I'm playing my favorite role, Nikki the exhibitionist. But let me tell you the whole story, and then you can decide. You may have already read a couple of my stories, so you know that I'm a college student who joined a community theater group last fall when I had a chance to play the lead in Gypsy. Somehow, each time I performed the big strip scene in the show, I managed to lose a little more clothing and by closing night, I ended up completely nude in front of the audience. And then there was the holiday fund-raising event where I decided to auction off my sexy Santa outfit and wound up naked again. I know what you're thinking -- I must be a very naughty girl to do these things. But I'm not! I didn't really plan any of this -- it just sort of happened. I love the attention and I do find it exciting to have all those guys looking at me. And, it turned out that my performances have raised a lot of money for the theater, which led to the proposal that I star in their next production, a play about the secret life of a call girl. Me, 19-year old Nikki Morales, full time college student and part time exhibitionist! I couldn't wait to start rehearsing for the new show. I guess you could say I had been bitten by the acting bug, but I also was looking forward to the thrill of showing off to an audience, knowing that I was deliberately exposing myself to the prying eyes of all those people. And I was intrigued by the idea of playing a call girl, hoping that meant plenty of skimpy outfits and sexy situations.  Just before the holidays, I got a copy of the play from the head of the Board of Directors of the community theater, Lorraine Manning, with the request to meet with her and the director, Rob Laine, shortly after New Year's. Because of the nature of the play, there wasn't going to be an open call for casting. Lorraine and Rob decided to approach people privately who had appeared in other productions in the past. I guess some of the women were uncomfortable with the subject matter, but most of the roles were for guys. And Lorraine told me that all of the men had only one question -- who was going to play the lead role of Crystal. Once they heard it was going to be me, none of them turned her down. There were four major roles for guys -- Darrell, Stanley, Steve, and Josh. Darrell and Steve were chosen to play two older guys who are Crystal's clients -- one is a rich businessman and the other is a local politician. Steve was cast as a gay character who's Crystal's best friend and confidante. And Josh, who I already knew from Gypsy, was going to play the part of a guy that Crystal meets through the politician and eventually -- spoiler alert! -- the two of them fall in love.  Rehearsing with Steve and Darrell was fun and easy. Although I hadn't met them before, we hit it off immediately. Neither of them seemed concerned about the nature of the play; they were totally cool about it and didn't even mention some of the scenes we'd have to do together. Darrell was particularly sweet -- kind of protective of me but still really respectful. I wish I had him for a teacher in college. Now Josh is good looking and he's not at all stuck on himself, plus he's got a good sense of humor. We're almost the same age and I got to know him a little when we were in Gypsy together. But I think he never recovered from seeing me prancing around backstage in a c-string and pasties; he's always been a little shy and awkward around me, which I think is kind of cute. So when it turned out that my big nude scene was going to be with him, I never missed a chance to tease him about it. It was different with Stanley, who could be a little weird and creepy. The first time the cast got together, he pulled me aside to say that he completely respected what I was doing and that although he would be doing what the script required him to do, he just wanted me to know that it was just acting and not what he felt. But then I'd catch him during rehearsals staring at my ass and think "sure, Stanley, it's just acting." I began to understand why he had been cast as the sleazy politician! Rob turned out to be a terrific director and easy to talk to. He encouraged me to take chances that really helped to bring the character to life. "Nikki," he told me, "when you're on stage I want you to remember that you're a call girl and your customer is the audience. You're acting out their fantasies, both the men and the women. So be spontaneous and play to them. Anything goes when you're on that stage." I could feel that familiar tingling feeling as he told me this. "Anything?" I asked, in a teasing, little girl voice. He smiled and added, "Well, almost anything." Rehearsals for most scenes were straightforward. We'd go over the basic stage movements, which were usually pretty simple, and then run through the dialog. The one intense scene comes at the end, when there's this big confrontation between me and my boyfriend, the part played by Josh. He's mad at me and I have to convince him that I really do love him -- that my "secret life" has been my love for him, not my career as a call girl. And I realize that I now want to live that "secret life" and be with him. I start off angry and then deliver a big long speech. Throughout the scene, Josh is sitting on the bed facing the front of the stage, and at the end, I turn towards him with my back to the audience. I undress, then take off his shirt, unzip his pants, and get on top of him. We embrace and the lights go down. That was going to be my nude scene -- nothing new for me, I thought, after my closing night strip in Gypsy where I took everything off. Rehearsing for the play made me realize how much my confidence had grown -- or maybe I should say, how much more I had embraced my exhibitionist impulses. When we were rehearsing for Gypsy, I found myself wondering about whether or not I'd be able to follow through and do a revealing strip. It was exciting and a little bit nerve-wracking. But as we began work on the new play, I had no doubt I could wear the skimpy outfits and handle the scene where I would appear naked --- in fact, I couldn't wait for the performances to start. So, I decided to come up with some ways to make rehearsals more fun.  One evening during the third week of rehearsals, I arrived early for a meeting with Michelle, the costume designer, so I could try on some of the lingerie I'd be wearing in the scenes when I entertain my clients. The play has a lot of humor in it, especially with the businessman who was being played by Darrell. He's supposed to be into all of these fantasies so I'm dressed up like a school girl and a French maid and he chases me around the stage. But the scenes with Stanley, the politician, are creepier because what he really wants is someone who will treat him like he's completely worthless. For those scenes, the director wanted me to wear as little as possible, taunting him with my body but never letting him even touch me. Michelle pulled out the first outfit, a sheer full length black dressing gown trimmed with fake fur and with a belt across the middle. And when I say "sheer" I mean it was completely transparent, designed to be worn with lace-trimmed black underwear -- a filmy black bra that barely managed to contain my breasts and a transparent set of black bikini briefs that offered just the smallest opaque triangle covering my pussy. Trying on the panties in the dressing room, I could see that my butt crack was completely visible through the fabric stretched across my ass. As I fastened the bra and tied the gown around me, a familiar warm feeling spread through my body.  I was about to call out to Michelle, "Can you come in here a minute?" when I stopped myself. "Oh, Nikki," I thought, "wouldn't it be more fun to go see her?" I opened the dressing room door and took a few steps out into the corridor that led to the backstage area. Looking down the hall, I could see Rob and a couple of the crew bent over some sketches of the scenery, with Michelle standing close by talking to them. I had forgotten to put my shoes on, so I was able to silently tiptoe down the hall to a spot about ten feet from where they were all standing. I could feel the butterflies fluttering as I waited for someone to look. They didn't notice me at first, but after about thirty seconds, one of the crew (a guy named Fred, a retired carpenter in his sixties who had volunteered to help with some of the sets) glanced up from the diagram and stopped mid-sentence. He just stared at me, while slowly the rest of the group turned toward me. "Sorry," I called out, "I didn't mean to interrupt. When you're free, Michelle, I just wanted to have you take a look at this." And with that I casually let my hands move downward brushing against the robe, which had the effect of causing the sides of the gown to flutter apart and offer a brief glimpse of my panties and legs before the fabric shifted back in place. Rob was the first to speak. "Well, Nikki, seems like we've all had a chance to take a look,"" he said with a smile. "I'm just getting Michelle's opinion about some color choices for the background. Give us a minute and she'll be right with you." "Oh, okay," I said, in a very offhand manner. "No rush," and with that, I just leaned against the wall, which allowed the front of the gown to part and reveal my calf and most of my right thigh. I could see that the carpenter was trying hard not to look, but he kept glancing up when he thought the others weren't noticing. And I just looked back at him, smiling sweetly as if this was how I dressed every day. After a couple of minutes, Michelle strolled over to me and in a low voice said, "Having fun, Nikki?"  "Oh, I don't know....maybe," I grinned. "Just kind of getting into my character." "Well just don't give Fred a heart attack," she joked, linking her arm in mine and walking me down the hallway. "Now, let's take a look and see if I need to make any adjustments." With that, we ducked back in the dressing room.  A little while later there was a knock at the door, and Rob called out, "Mind if I come in?" By that point we had finished with the lingerie and I had just slipped into the French maid outfit that I wear for one of scenes with Darrell. Michelle looked at me as if to say "okay with you?" so I shouted out, "door's unlocked." Rob entered, closing the door behind him and seemingly not noticing the flared black miniskirt that barely covered my ass and the form-fitting top that pushed my boobs up and out, making my breasts look more like 36Cs instead of the 34Bs they actually are. "You like?" I teased.  "Looks perfect," he replied. "In fact, Nikki, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'd been talking over the weekend with two of our volunteers who are going to handle the publicity for the play. They're going to be taking some cast photos to use for ads and other posters. But seeing you now made me realize it would be good to have everybody pose in costume rather than just street clothes. Could make for some pretty memorable shots if you're up for it." He paused, then continued, "Would you be okay with that?"  "Ready for a chance to be photographed in some revealing lingerie?" I thought to myself. "Is this some sort of trick question?" But I noticed Michelle was already grinning at me, so I calmed down a bit and carefully answered, "Sure, I'm willing to give it a try if you think it will help the show." "I'm sure it will," Rob replied with a grin. In reply, I just stuck my tongue out at him. "Let me see if we can set up a photoshoot for later this week. Just let me know when you've got some free time. And oh," Rob continued, turning to Michelle, "I'm thinking we'll stay with more subdued backgrounds for the set, so if you've got more black and white lingerie items, can you get them ready for Nikki?" "No problem," said Michelle. But as soon as the door closed, she looked at me and smiled. "Why do I think it won't matter what outfits we pick out?" "Whatever do you mean?" I said, trying my best to look slightly confused and completely innocent. "You know exactly what I mean," she said. "You'll find some way to wiggle out of some of them." I sat there and smiled, giving my best "who, me?" look. ***** Rob emailed me to say that everything was set up for the photo session, and he gave me a time to meet at a local photographer's studio, saying he'd bring along the girl who was going to do make-up for the show as well as two volunteers from the publicity team. I had to drive about 20 minutes to get there and I was kind of distracted thinking about posing for the pictures so I got lost and arrived late. I rushed in and was surprised to see that Michelle and Lorraine were there along with the photographer, his assistant, Claire (who was going to do my make-up), Rob, all six members of the publicity and sales team, and the rest of the leads from the cast! It looked like I was going to have quite an audience, something that served to heighten my excitement. I could feel myself blush slightly but I think Rob assumed I was just a little embarrassed at being late. "Well, we're just about ready here so why don't you go with Michelle and Claire and get into one of your outfits and we'll continue working on the lighting," Rob offered. "We brought along most of the wardrobe, so you may want to start with the black dress from the party scene." Looking at Josh, Steve, Darrell, and Stanley, I realized that they were already in costume, so I hurried over to the two women and followed them into a small dressing room. "What's going on?" I whispered to Michelle. I thought they were just going to be taking a few pictures of me. And I had assumed that Rob would want me to pose in some of the lingerie." I guess my disappointment must have been obvious, but both of them smiled while Claire patted my arm. "Don't worry, Nikki," Michelle responded. "Rob suggested that you might want to start with the dress you wear in the first scene just to make sure you didn't feel embarrassed in front of the photographer. But I'm sure no one would object if you were comfortable posing in a little less clothing." A smile spread across my face and a tingling feeling started in the pit of my stomach. "Well, you know me," I replied. "I'll do whatever it takes to help sell some tickets."  Michelle chuckled, adding, "Yes, and whatever allows you to parade around with as little on as possible." She started pulling out some of the costumes and said, "Now, let's get to work and pick out something for you to wear."  We looked at several outfits and I finally selected the baby doll, which just happened to be shortest one. The top was black satin trimmed with a sexy black lace, cut out to reveal the inner curves of my breasts. The lace trim extended almost to the center, with the satin providing cover for my nipples. Lace extended down the sides and across the back, with the garment ending at the very tops of my legs, thereby ensuring that with every step the bottom curve of my ass cheeks barely covered by the bikini panties would bounce in and out of view. And that was the outfit that Michelle was now handing me to put on. "I don't think it will take me long to get into this," I said, taking it from her hand and stepping behind a curtain to change. Five minutes later, I walked back into the main part of the studio and headed over to Rob. I had picked out a pair of four-inch heels to make sure my butt and legs were shown off to full advantage, and the clicking of the heels on the studio floor had the effect of causing everyone to turn in my direction. The black satin material shone in the lights, and I was hoping that the cute guy helping with the lights had managed to catch a glimpse of my panties as I had approached the group. "Reporting for duty," I said to Rob, and folding my hands demurely in front of me and playing with the lace trim at the bottom of the baby doll. "Looks like you ignored my suggestion about the black dress," Rob commented. "But I think this will work nicely," he continued with a sly grin. "The contrast of having everyone in evening clothes and you in lingerie should work well. After all, this is a play about a call girl."  "Here's what we'll do," he continued. "Let's start with a shot of you alone stretched out on the sofa." As I stepped up onto the raised platform and moved toward the furniture, Rob provided more directions. "That's right, just lie down, prop yourself up on one arm and roll over on your hip so you can look directly that at the camera. After a few shots of just you, we'll have the guys stand behind the sofa."  And that's how the photo shoot began. They played with the lighting as I adjusted my position. I noticed that the baby doll had a tendency to move around as I stretched out, making the nipple on my right breast clearly visible through the lace. I made no attempt to shift the fabric but simply looked straight ahead as if I was completely unaware of what had happened.  Alex, the cameraman, started snapping pictures, and in a little while Darrell, Steve, Stanley and Josh joined in and struck various poses behind me. Then, they had me stand up pose with the four other leads standing next to me while they moved the sofa away.  As usual, Stanley was acting creepy. It seemed to me he was always making a point of positioning himself directly behind me, putting his arm around me, or rubbing up against me. So, whenever I could, I'd try to make sure I was standing between Steve and Darrell or Josh.  After a while, Alex said he had enough shots for now, and Rob called a break. He suggested that we all change outfits, with the men getting into the clothes they'd wear in Act Two (which for the older guys meant suits and for Steve and Josh meant just regular street clothes). I had several costume changes in the second half of the show so Rob suggested that Michelle and I pick out whatever I felt most comfortable wearing. As soon as we got to the dressing room, I looked at Michelle and said, "What about the Stanley outfit?" There's a scene in the play where I'm in a hotel room with Stanley and I'm supposed to totally humiliate him by making him crawl around the floor while I stand over him in a skimpy black lace bra, garter and stockings, v-string and stilettos and make him lick my shoes. I couldn't resist the temptation of reminding him of that scene. And, I guess I also thought it would be fun to be photographed wearing even less than what I had on now.  The bra was underwired and was a big help in emphasizing my cleavage. And in case you don't know, a v-string is a little bigger than a G-string in the front, so that meant it would cover the cute little dark brown landing strip that I had been grooming over the last few weeks in preparation for my nude scene. But it also meant my big old butt would be hanging out there, something that made me feel a little excited. And I guess Michelle figured that out, because she smiled and shook her head as she handed me the outfit. I was fumbling a bit with the garter belt, and Michelle explained that it was easier to put it on with the snap in front and then spin it around my waist rather than struggle to snap it from behind. "Who knew," I said with a giggle. "I guess I don't have much practice with this."  "What, Michelle replied in mock surprise, "you mean you don't dress like this for your boyfriend?" "What boyfriend?" I responded wistfully, "I'm too busy with school and this silly play." "I don't know, I thought maybe you and Josh had something going." "Josh? I have to keep reminding him I even exist." "Oh, he knows you exist, Nikki. But I think he's totally intimidated by you." "By me! No way. He's a total natural on stage, he goes to a much better college than me, and he's kind of hot. Why should I intimidate him?" "Well, I'm just saying. He's not confident like you. You're the star right now, and he's not going to make the first move." I finished pulling up my stockings and fastening them to the belt. "So, maybe I'll just have to take the initiative." I batted my eye lashes and reached for a dressing gown. "But right now, I guess we better rejoin the group." I went back into the studio and grabbed a bottle of water while Alex and his assistant finished adjusted the lighting. "Okay," Rob called, let's try a few shots with Nikki and each of you guys individually."  Wouldn't you know it, he picked Stanley first, maybe because Michelle had alerted him to the outfit I had selected. So, I decided I wouldn't take my robe off right away; there was no reason to give the pervy old guy any more of an eyeful than I had to. And I made sure to stand behind him. "I like that, Nikki," Rob responded. "Maybe you can just lean your arm on his shoulder and look over him. Oh, and you can take off the robe now." I nonchalantly let the robe slide off and then kicked it to the side. It seemed to get pretty quiet for a moment, but then Alex broke the silence by turning to Rob and saying, "So, looks like you're saving on the costume budget this time?" Everybody chuckled, and I could see that Stanley was trying to turn around to look, but Rob immediately caught him and said, "Stan, I need you to keep facing forward....eyes on the camera." I think Rob was picking up on the same creepy vibe that I felt because he only did a couple more shots and then had Darrell pose with me. After that Rob asked Josh to step forward, and I couldn't resist teasing him just a bit. I started off standing a little bit in front of him and to the right, both of us facing the camera. But with each shot, I inched my way a little closer, saying to Rob, "what if we had Josh put his arm around me since he's my boyfriend in the play?" And as I said that, I made sure to push my butt right up against his right leg as I picked up his arm and draped it across my shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't bite," I told him in my sexiest voice. "I promise." "Nikki, stop kidding around," Josh replied. "We have to do what Rob tells us," he said, getting all serious. Rob signaled that he thought we were doing fine and made a few suggestions that I liked -- he had me stand in front of Josh while he hugged me around the waist, which let me grind my cute little butt against what felt like a growing bulge in his pants. Then he suggested that I kneel down with both of us facing the camera, so I made sure that I tossed my head a bit with my hair brushing against Josh's crotch. I noticed that as soon Rob called for Steve to step in, Josh immediately turned away from the camera before I could stand up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him sneaking out into the corridor so none of us could see him.  By now, I was feeling completely comfortable standing in front of all these guys in my skimpy outfit, so I started playing it up a bit more. Also, Steve had confided in me during the first days of rehearsal that he felt he really understood his character because he himself was gay. However, he hadn't come out to most people so it was kind of our little secret. But ever since that conversation, I felt totally free around him and knew I could get away with just about anything. So, when Rob started posing us, I immediately turned sideways and faced away from Steve, bending a little at the knees and pushing my butt against him with his leg on my crack. "How's that?" I said to Rob, making sure the camera could get a nice view of my ass cheek. "Not sure we can use that pose in the advertisements, Nikki," he said good naturedly. "Let's try something a little different for the last shots." With that, he directed the assistant to bring over a small table and chair and handed me a pocket diary that he kept for making notes in." "You're supposed to be a call girl, so let's get you seated at the table looking through your little black book. Steve can stand over you with a protective look." It took a few minutes to get everything settled, and then Alex started shooting again. Steve tried various poses, and at one point, he inadvertently brushed his fingers against one of the bra straps, sliding it just off my shoulder. "That looks good, Nikki. Can you hold that for a minute?" and I heard him asking Alex to shoot from a different angle.  Just then, I noticed Josh had come back in the room and was talking with Darrell. "Hmmm," I thought to myself, "he can't sneak out easily now." And just like that, I decided to play out a little scene for my captive audience. "Rob?" I called out and I started to slide off the bra strap off my other shoulder, "any chance this diary is big enough to cover my boobs?" And before he could answer, I unsnapped my bra and let it fall on the table, picked up the book, and tried to use it to cover my breasts.  Steve immediately started to laugh as I opened the book as wide as it would go and earnestly tried to get it to cover my chest. First, I moved it in front of my left boob, then my right, trying to keep my two nipples covered. But no matter how I placed it, it wasn't wide enough to cover both. "Nope, guess that won't work," I said innocently with a big smile.  "No," Steve whispered to me. "But you seem determined to pose this way, so why don't you just cross one arm over your chest and hold the book on the table with your other?" "I knew actors were good for something," I said quietly and immediately followed his suggestion. Then, in a louder voice, I asked Rob, "Is this better?" I saw Rob's bemused smile as he answered, "Well, at least we won't get arrested now." And Alex snapped a few pictures.  "Okay, little girl," I heard Steve say as he leaned closer to me. "Now I dare you to lose the panties." "Ha," I replied. "They're not panties; it's called a V-string." And with that, I stood up, faced directly to where Josh was standing in the back of the room, and called out, "Steve says I'm still wearing too many clothes." Before anyone could respond, I pulled down my v-string, stepped out of it and sat back down. I demurely crossed my legs, repositioned my arm across my boobs, and smiled. "I think it's best to keep the garter and stockings on, don't you?" I heard Michelle laugh and some good-natured whistling from some of the guys, but Josh seemed to be turning away. Alex quickly took some more shots, making sure that nothing too naughty could be seen, and then Michelle handed me my robe. I immediately slipped it on and almost ran to the back of the room, trying to intercept Josh before he left. "Hey, going so soon?" I called to him.  "Yeah," he said in a subdued voice. "Got some work to do. And you'll probably want to hang out with Steve, so I'll just catch up with you later." And with that, he left before I could say anymore. "Oh, good work, Nikki," I thought to myself. "That completely backfired." Michelle came over and put a sympathetic arm around me.  "You're crazy, you know," she said.  "Just having fun," I said wistfully. "But don't worry, I don't give up easily." "I don't doubt that at all," she said as she led me back to the dressing room. *****  The last couple of weeks leading up to our first performance were pretty intense, with rehearsals almost every night. By that point, the sets had been completed, so we had to work hard on getting all our movements down. That's what they call "blocking," and it's important because you want to end up in the right place in relation to the other actors and you don't want to run into a wall or trip over a piece of furniture that wasn't there when you were rehearsing on an empty stage. And with this play, it was especially crazy for me because it was time for midterms at college and I had a lot of extra studying to do. All of that meant was that I didn't really have much extra time to devote to my new special project -- Josh! But we did get to spend hours going through our lines together, including practicing the scenes where we kiss. He was great to be with, and I could tell that he liked me. So finally it dawned on me, if I wasn't going to be able to find time to see him outside of the theater, I was going to have to make things happen right there on stage. Like I said, no matter what that stupid reviewer wrote, I can be a pretty good actress. Now, it's important to understand that even though Josh played my boyfriend, we only had a couple of scenes where we kissed -- at the end of Act One when the two characters first get together and a couple of quick kisses in Act Two. At the very end, we had our big dramatic scene where I'm talking about how I really do love him, and that ends as we start to embrace. At first, the kisses were quick with our mouths closed. But I made sure that each time we ran through the scene, the kisses lasted a little longer. And each night, and I was pretty sure Josh was enjoying them more. We were starting to run out of time -- the play was going to have on preview on Thursday night followed by three nights of performance on the weekend and three nights the following weekend. That meant we'd do a complete run-through of Act one on Monday night, all of Act Two on Tuesday, and a full dress rehearsal (or in my case, un-dress rehearsal!) on Wednesday. And that's when I finally changed Josh's mind about me.  On Monday night, I made sure that I messed up the blocking at the end of Act One, which meant that Rob kept asking us to run through the last few minutes of the act multiple times. And each time, I put a little more into the kiss. But the time we got to the third try, our mouths were open and I had my tongue halfway down his throat. Like I said, I'm a good actress! Rob was really helpful, too, whether he intended to be or not. He kept encouraging us to make that scene as romantic as possible, since that's how the audience starts to understand that Crystal really does love this guy. So, in addition to holding the kiss longer, he had us do more with our hands, actually encouraging Josh to grab my butt and pull me close. I made sure that my hands roamed a little too, sliding down his ass and threatening to sneak my fingers between his legs. When Rob finally decided we had it right and called a break, Josh pulled us off into a corner and rather awkwardly tried to apologize to me. "I hope that didn't make you too uncomfortable," he said, sincerely worried that he had somehow offended me. Facing him, I took both his hands to draw him closer. "Josh, let's get several things straight," I said, quickly glancing down at his crotch with a smile. "We're doing exactly what the roles demand. And furthermore, I'm enjoying this. You're an excellent kisser." His face turned bright red, and for a moment I thought he was going to run away. But I wouldn't let go of his hands, and he finally said, "What I mean is, with you and Steve, well I keep thinking he should be taking my place." "I think Steve is a great guy," I explained, "and I love him dearly. But if anything, in that scene he'd be more interested in taking my place, not yours." Josh looked thoroughly baffled for a moment, but then his eyes opened wide and he broke out in a big smile. "You mean that he's...." "I mean that we both need to respect his privacy and keep a secret." "Oh my god, I totally will," Josh stuttered. "It's just that I'm so...." He paused, took a deep breath and in a calmer voice continued. "It's just that I can be so stupid sometimes." What could I say -- most guys are. So I just nodded and squeezed his hands. "Just wait," I whispered, giving him a big smile, "until we get to Act Two."  Act Two, in case you've forgotten, is where I tell my boyfriend I love him and I'm giving up being a call girl. It's also the scene where I appear nude. It's set in our bedroom, and I've just come out of the shower wearing a terry cloth robe. I enter from the right and Josh is sitting on a big double bed on the left side of the stage and facing forward. I sit next to him, try to kiss him, but he's really angry with me because of my secret life as a call girl. So, he pushes me away and I walk to the front of the stage and deliver this long speech. I'm angry at first, but then I almost cry as I confess how much I really love him. He realizes he's been a jerk, so I push him back on the bed, take off my robe, straddle him and lean down to kiss him as the lights fade. Well, you can probably guess what I didn't like about that seen -- I don't get naked until the very end of the scene and even then, the audience only really gets to see my ass because of the way Josh is facing. Also, I don't get to fool around with him that much. So, when we went through it on Tuesday night, I managed to convince Rob to change the blocking a bit. As I entered, instead of standing in front of Josh with my back to the audience, I went behind him on the far side of the bed and reached around him and started unbuttoning his shirt. Then, I moved in front of him, pushed his legs apart, and knelt down to unzip his pants before he pushes me away. I knew things were going well with Josh because he didn't object to the changes, and Rob thought it helped to show that I was still treating him like I did my clients. I also knew how I could make sure I had more time being naked on stage, and just before the dress rehearsal on Wednesday, I got Rob to agree to that as well. Instead of keeping my robe on for most of the scene, I decided to take it off and drop it on the floor next to the bed when I first approach Josh from behind. That way, the audience gets to see me naked even before Josh's character realizes I've stripped, and I get to spend the next five minutes completely nude. Judging by the fact that entire cast and crew gave me a round of applause at the end of the rehearsal, I think they approved of my changes.  All of this helped me make some real progress with Josh. At the end of the dress rehearsal, when I leaned over to straddle him with my boobs dangling just a few inches from his mouth, I pulled him close and lingered just an extra few seconds with our kiss, my hips pressing down against his semi-erect cock. We could hear the sounds of the cast assembling on stage for the final curtain call, so I knew I had to end the kiss. As we did, I whispered in his ear, "I just love doing this scene with you." "Me, too," he replied as we both stood up, without any hesitation or stammering. I hugged him even tighter, then stood up and slipped back into the robe that was still lying on floor next to the bed. With both of us smiling, he took my hand as we walked to center stage to practice our final bows with the rest of the actors. ***** The show turned out to be a big success. Usually the dramatic plays that the community theater group put on don't sell as well as the musicals. And we sold only about half of the seats for the preview performance. But once word of mouth got around, we sold out every night, with the seats near the front in particularly high demand. I wonder why? It may have had something to do with my last five minutes on stage. It certainly was my favorite part of the evening. After stripping off my robe and rubbing Josh's crotch -- I even bent in and ran my tongue along his zipper in a couple of shows, but I don't think the audience could see that -- I would walk to the front of the stage and deliver this long speech. I loved standing there in front of a packed theater, hundreds of people watching me, with some of them only a few feet away. I knew that anyone in the first few rows could stare directly up at me, and with my discretely trimmed landing strip, they had an unobstructed view of my pussy lips.  At first, I'm supposed to be angry, so I don't even want to look at Josh. That meant I was staring out at the audience, and although it was hard to see with the bright lights focused on me, I could sometimes make out individual faces. While some people would be turning uncomfortably in their seats, most of the crowd -- men and women -- were looking directly at me the whole time. I noticed there were at least half a dozen guys who managed to get seats in those first couple of rows for almost every show, so I started to think of them as my honorary fan club. I also recognized a couple of people from some of classes. And on the final night, I was almost certain I spied my college English teacher front and center in the audience.  The first time I thought I recognized someone from school, I got so distracted by the thought of my body being on display in front of them that for a second I almost forgot my lines. It was like a bolt of electricity ran through my body and I felt on fire all over. I managed to push the thought of them being in the audience out of my mind so I could continue. But as the scene went on and I turned away from the audience to deliver the rest of my speech facing Josh, I found myself thinking again of guys I knew from school sitting there looking at my ass. A big smile spread across my face, and I'm sure Josh wondered what the hell was going on. But as the warm feeling spread through my body, I started to almost unconsciously moving my hands across my hips and stomach and up to my breasts. By the time I moved next to the bed and began to straddle him, my nipples were so erect that I couldn't resist rubbing them against his lips before I pushed him down on the bed to straddle him. I think that some of the audience could see that because I heard a few gasps just before the lights went down. See, I told you I was turning into a complete exhibitionist! I knew I was going to be sorry to see the show end, and I was already thinking about what I might do next to indulge my little fantasies about displaying my body to strangers. I loved doing the play, especially since everyone got to see me in all those sexy little outfits. And I think the audience liked it to, because every night I got a standing ovation. So, it seemed only right that I do something special for closing night, and I got permission to change things up a bit. For my scene wearing the long transparent robe, I forgot to wear my bra and panties under it, which gave the audience an even clearer view of all my...um...charms. And for the scene where I was wearing the French maid costume, I accidentally forgot to wear my panties. That meant that every time I bent over to pick something up or ran across the stage, the audience got a peek at my ass and maybe even my sweet little pussy.  Then, for the final scene, I decided to skip the robe altogether and just came out on stage completely nude. That gave the audience a little more time to admire my acting skills. Plus, Josh also had a nice surprise for me that night. When I unzipped his pants at the end of the scene and pushed him down on the bed to straddle him, I discovered that Josh had gone commando on me. When I reached out to pull down his zipper, instead of seeing a nice bulge in his underpants, out popped his very yummy-looking seven inch cock. I broke into a big smile, and I was glad the audience couldn't see my face at that point. It was all I could do to stop myself from leaning over and sucking him off right then, but like I said, I really am a good actress. So, I stayed right in character and proceeded to straddle him, feeling his shaft rubbing along my slit. Then I started rocking my hips back and forth with his cock head pressing against me. His eyes were half closed, and he moaned softly as he leaned up to embrace me for our kiss. I thrust down with my hips, and I could feel him slip into my moist hole as I clenched my inner muscles around his engorged dick. This incredible feeling washed over me -- I was on the verge of being fucked in front of hundreds of people who had no idea what was going on.  But I knew that was one fantasy that would have to wait for another time. The lights were already starting to fade and I could hear the curtain beginning to close. We kissed quickly and I whispered, "It's just not fair to tease me this way. If you don't come home with me tonight and finish what you've started, I'll kill you."  Josh didn't have to say a word; the look on this face told me everything I needed to know. Reluctantly, I relaxed my muscles and I felt his cock slipping out of me. Finally, with the sound of movement around us, I lifted myself off of him, climbed off the bed, and reached for my robe. It was only then that I realized that since I'd come on stage naked, my robe wasn't waiting for me next to the bed.  I heard Josh groan with pain as he tried to quickly zip up his pants while the cast rushed by us, one or two definitely giving us a suspicious look. "Looks like I'm going to have to take our curtain call 'au naturel,'" I whispered to him.  "I certainly won't object," he said brightly, "and I'm sure the audience won't." He took my hands, the lights came up again and the curtain opened. With Josh by my side, I took my bows while the audience got to see me one more time in all my naked glory. Not surprisingly, I got the biggest round of applause ever!

Now You See Me bycunninglylinguister© Now You See Me Pt. 01 When I realized I was a voyeur I was just barely 18. I was in my cousins wedding and I was running late, as usual. I had started driving about 3 months before and I was truly enjoying my 4 wheeled freedom. Everyone else was already at the chapel and dressed but my hair appointment was last and so I told the rest of the girls to get the bride to the chapel and I would meet them there. They stuffed my dress in the back of my car and took off and thus I was 45 minutes behind them. When I pulled into the parking lot it was semi-full. It was a small chapel and the lot could hold maybe 100 cars and all the spots closest to the building were taken. I parked closer to the back under a tree to keep my car in the shade. I was just about to hop out in my yoga pants and sweat shirt to head inside and change when I realized it would be PACKED in there with all of the other girls doing their last minute adjustments. I hate being packed into small spaces with a lot of people, I always have and thinking of it made me sweat. I looked back at my car and the fairly roomy back seat and decided I could easily slip into the cocktail style dress back there. Sure my bra was one of those peel and stick affairs and so my boobs would be exposed for a few minutes but the parking lot was empty and it would only be for a minute or two. This is when I knew something was up. The idea of my ladies being on display out in the open, even for a minute, made butterflies spring up in my stomach and I felt my small nipples begin to press against my bra. I don't have large breasts but they are perky and a decent handful. At that point in my life no one had ever held them but me yet I had been doing an awful lot of imagining about what it would feel like to have someone else caress them for me. I realized that I had been standing there staring at the back seat for a few minutes now and we were due to start pictures in less than 15 minutes. If I was going to change here I needed to get going. I yanked open the door and hopped in. As I said the back seat was pretty roomy, at least for a 5' 4" petite 18 year old, and I had plenty of room to maneuver. I took the plastic wrap off my dress and unzipped the back to make sure it was ready to slip on without fumbling. I was getting increasingly excited about the idea of being mostly naked in a parking lot but I wasn't sure how long my courage would hold out and I didn't want to be fumbling with plastic and zipper in nothing but my panties for too long. The material of the dress was thin and it was sleeveless and on the shorter side. Nothing scandalous but certainly trendy and more appropriate for a night on the town than a wedding but that was my cousin for you. The dress was set and it was time. I looked around the parking lot again to make sure no one was close, or maybe I was hoping someone was, and the parking lot was still empty. I took a deep breath and hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my yoga pants and remembered something important. I had been so focused on having my boobs exposed to view I had forgotten what I was wearing blow the waist. Yoga pants are tight and no one in their right mind wears boy shorts or full panties with them because the world can see the outline. I was a sheltered 18 year old and I only owned boy shorts and full panties so when I got dressed that morning I had just skipped the panties all together. My sweatshirt was long enough that it hung to mid thigh so I didn't think much of it at the time. But now I was about to whip my pants off and if I went through with it I wouldn't be mostly naked, I would be totally naked for several minutes while I wrestled with the stick on bra. Now I was sweating for real but for a different reason. There was nervousness and a little fear for sure but there was also something else, I was getting really turned on. I wasn't a masturbation virgin even if I was an actual virgin but I hadn't done anything more than rub myself to orgasm, I'd never even put a finger inside of myself and right now I was more horny than I had ever been in my life. I kept imagining a car pulling up next to mine just as I was completely naked and someone getting out and looking down at just the right time to see me sitting there with everything exposed. I felt a wave of warmth rush from my stomach up to my head and I arched my back and moaned a little. My nipples were harder now than I could remember them ever being and the feel of them rubbing against my bra as I stretched sent shivers down my spine directly to my clit. My right hand slid from my waist band around to my flat stomach and slid down. I was out of control, I needed a release and as my hand slid over my mound my moan turned into a groan and I felt every muscle in my body stiffen. My god my pants were WET. I knew about getting wet there, I always felt it when I rubbed myself but I had never been this wet. The crotch of my pants were soaked and as I found my clit and my vagina spasmed in response I felt a small surge of more moisture make its way out of me. God I could orgasm right then and there. Suddenly there was the sharp noise of a car door slamming right behind me. I jumped and sat up straight, my heart racing and a knot instantly forming in the pit of my stomach. I loved the idea of someone seeing me but I wasn't ready for the reality of it. I looked out of the back window and a wave of relief washed over me. It was the photographers van and he had parked right behind me at the back of the lot to save the closer spaces for wedding guests but he was so focused on gathering his equipment he hadn't even noticed there was someone in the car behind him. At least he wasn't noticing now, but how long had he been standing there getting his stuff out of the back? Had he been watching me? How loud had I been when I got lost there, had he heard me? The knot returned to my stomach and some of the fear trickled back, but with it came the rush of pleasure to the crazy part of me that was really into this. He got his last bag in place over his shoulder and began to walk toward the chapel. I was just about to turn around and get on with changing when he looked back over his shoulder. At first I thought he was checking his van to make sure he closed all of his doors but his gaze went past his van and locked with mine. We stared at each other for a second and then he smiled. His back was to me so I couldn't be sure but it certainly looked like he reached down and adjusted himself before he turned back and went into the chapel. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and I felt hot and flushed. He HAD seen me and he knew what I had been doing! If he'd just noticed me changing he wouldn't have given me that smile, he would have looked away embarrassed. That look had been one of hunger, there was zero doubt that he would be imagining me while he played with himself later on and god help me that made me hornier than ever. I had been semi-caught! All of my clothes had been on but a total stranger had watched and listened to me pleasure myself for several moments. The surge of adrenaline was enough to get me moving. I hooked my thumbs back into my waist band and whipped my pants off with a single motion. The leather seat was smooth and slightly cool on my butt as I sat back down. Next it was time for the sweatshirt. I crossed my arms and grabbed the edges and pulled it off over my head being careful not to mess up my updo. As I leaned forward to get my hand high enough my pussy lips made direct contact with the cool leather of the seat and I gasped out loud. It was like someone else was in control for a few seconds. My hips began to move back forth on their own. I was sitting in the middle to give me more space which means the hump of the seat was directly under my burning hot lips. I could feel the stitching of the ridge of the hump just to the side of my clit as my hips bucked. I grabbed the headrests of the front seats and slid myself over until that stitched ridge was lined up perfectly with my clit. That had the unexpected effect of lining EVERYTHING up with those stitches. I had never given my butt hole any attention when I played with myself before, I had only focused on my clit. But as I lined that up the cool, ridged leather of that hump slid up and down my butt crack too and my butt hole received the first stimulation of its life. This time my gasp turned into a long loud moan. I was humping that seat for all it was worth and all I could think about was the photographer's smirk as he grabbed his package. If he could see me now he wouldn't just be adjusting, he'd be holding on for dear life. I was almost there, I could feel my orgasm coming like a tsunami and it was all I wanted in the world at the moment. I gripped the headrests even tighter and rode the ridge of the seat like it was a bucking bronco. My phone rang and it was loud. It snapped me back to reality and dumped a bucket of ice water on my raging inferno, dousing but not extinguishing the flame. I wanted to cum so badly just then but I remembered where I was and why I was there and suddenly I was freaking out. What if the photographer had told my mother and cousins inside that some girl was jilling off in the parking lot. I reached over the seat and dug through my purse until I found my phone and answered. "Hello!" My answer was breathless, like I'd been running a mile and it was too loud. Crap, I was caught for sure! "Rachel, are you OK? Why are you out of breath?" It was my mother all right and I didn't have a good answer for her. I took a second, knowing that the longer the pause the less believable the story. In the end I told the truth because I couldn't think of anything else. "Hey Mom, sorry, I decided to change in that car and it's more difficult than I though it would be, I'll be inside in a minute." I held my breath, it wasn't a great answer but it was better than the whole truth. (I was horny as a jack rabbit and a guy saw me getting off and the thought of that caused me to strip nearly naked and hump my car and now I'm shaking from being interrupted in the middle of the biggest orgasm of my life, be in in a minute.) "What? Why? Oh nevermind, the photographer is here and everyone is nearly ready. Get in here so we can do photos, we are already running behind schedule." She hung up and I flopped back agains the seat and sighed from relief and frustration. I was close, not as close I had been a minute ago but I could finish myself off if I was quick. But I didn't want to be quick, I wanted to linger in this orgasm, I wanted to feel it from my toes to the tips of my hair. I sat up and as I did I scooted back from the edge of the seat I had been riding just a minute before. The ridges did their trick and my breath caught for a second but I refused to let go again. I felt coolness all along my butt and on my thighs and I looked down. There wasn't a puddle or anything but I had gotten the leather really wet and I could feel the moistness extending out from my vagina up my butt crack and down my thighs. Oh god that was hot. Without even thinking I took the middle finger of my right hand and ran it from the bottom of my vagina all the way to the top, twitching as I passed my clit. I stuck the finger in my mouth and sucked it clean, the taste was amazing. A little tangy but sweet too. Again without thinking I took the same finger and plunged it deep inside of myself, burying it as far it would go, my palm resting warm and heavy on my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head as my pussy gripped my finger and pulsed around it for a second. It was the first time I had put anything other than a feminine product inside of myself. As I held my finger there and my pussy pulsed I felt a wave of fluid rush around my hand and now there was a small puddle under me. My hips came of the seat and pushed against my hand and I closed my eyes tight as the sensation washed over me. It wasn't an orgasm, it was something new, like the strong breeze before the storm. I pulled my finger out and there was a small pool of my juice in my cupped palm. I brought it to my mouth and sipped it in eagerly and then licked my hand before sticking my finger in my mouth and down my throat a little. I had never tasted anything so exquisite. My phone rang again, this time it was a text. "I can see your car, get in here we are starting." Crap, I kept losing myself. I needed to cum so I could clear my head but there was no time now. I was a wet sticky mess from the waist down and I didn't have anything to clean up with. And did I even want to clean up? No, no I didn't. I wanted to walk around for the rest of the evening coated in my own juices. I glanced around the parking lot again and this time it was nearly 2/3rd's full. Holy crap how many people had noticed me getting myself off on their way in? No cars were near mine but I had to be making some noise and the car must have been rocking the way I was humping the seat. As before the idea just contributed to the building need for release inside of me. I still had my bra on through all of that and so I reached back and released the clasp. The feel of the fabric sliding over my nipples as it came off caused another involuntary spasm through my body. No time, I had to get inside. I reached back into my purse to grab the adhesive bra and paused. As I've said my breasts are not large and this dress had a little support. I looked from the dress to the bra for a second and then I jumped as a car pulled in right beside mine on the passenger side. I was now completely naked, insanely horny and supremely late and the thing I most feared/wanted was happening. The back windshield of my car is kind of small but the door windows are large and the glass is not even a little tinted. I was on display as much as any animal at a zoo. Out of instinct I assumed the universal position of every person caught with no clothes on. I threw one arm across my breasts and the other over my crotch and I slid back against the driver side door and cowered. Looking back I wish I had been bold enough to sit up tall and proud in all of my naked glory but I was shy young girl who was completely out of her element and running purely on instinct. The driver of the car got out and it was someone I didn't know. A middle aged woman, pretty and a little distracted as she was getting her dress sorted and putting her keys away. I was staying perfectly still hoping she wouldn't notice someone was in the car and not even thinking about what she would assume was going on in there if she did. She started walking away and I thought I was in the clear when she did a double take and looked right at me. She must have seen me out of the corner of her eye. She looked in at me and this time I didn't hold her gaze, I reached up and grabbed the dress and started taking it off the hanger. She didn't linger and I assume she thought I was just a girl getting dressed. Something interesting did happen though. I found out that I was just as turned on by having a woman see me as I had been by having a guy see me. As the woman had glanced at me and even as I was thinking quick and grabbing my dress I felt a fresh trickle escape my aching vagina. I would see that woman several more times throughout the evening and every time I would feel that same surge of need. I knew then that I wasn't going to bother with the bra and I didn't have any panties to bother with even if I wanted to. I finally pulled the dress on and zipped it. My breasts were held comfortably in the dress but I knew I was going to drive myself insane every time I moved for the rest of the evening. I decided that was exactly what I wanted. I was careful to hold the dress up around my waist to avoid getting it wet from the seat and reached down and grabbed my shoes. I opened the car door and set the shoes on the ground and put my right foot into the first one and bent over to buckle the strap. That's when I heard the voice of my cousin Jimmy approaching the car. "Hey, I was sent to find you. Your Mom is beginning to think you've been abducted by aliens or something." If he had come up to the car just 2 minutes earlier he would have seen all of me, every last piece of me and I shivered again at the thought. "Sorry, the zipper on my dress got stuck and I had to wrestle with it." Jimmy was a few years older than me and a cousin by marriage, he was from my Uncle-in-laws first marriage and so wasn't blood and I'd always thought he was kind of cute. As he came up beside me I looked up and noticed how amazing he looked in his tux. "Dang Jimmy, you don't look half bad when you bother." I smiled at him and leaned down to buckle my other shoe, his hand innocently brushing mine as he took the buckle from me. "Hey I've got that for you, I am on assignment to get you inside before the photographer finishes the parents photos." His gaze flicked up and then back down and I blushed a little as I noticed that he was checking out my cleavage. I was bending over and the dress was low cut so it was a pretty nice view. That's when things unintentionally escalated. I still had my dress up around my waist to avoid the mess on the seat, you couldn't really tell when you were looking down at me. But Jimmy had squatted down in front of me like a shoe salesman. And he lifted my leg to place my foot on his thigh so he could buckle the shoe. I didn't expect him to do that and so I fell back into the car a little ways and the leg he was holding came up higher than he meant for it to. That plus the dress not being under me meant that for a second he had an eye full of my very wet and ready pussy. He coughed and spluttered and my heart leapt into my throat. He looked back down quickly and I sat up and pretended nothing had happened. But he took his time buckling that shoe and his gaze kept sliding up my thigh and every time it did my breathing became a little more ragged. He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I turned and leaned back in to collect my clutch and keys and I could feel his eyes on my butt and thighs the whole time. I don't think the dress climbed high enough for him to get another full view but he already knew I wasn't wearing any panties and he had seen what was under my skirt. I think his imagination was doing the rest for him. I stood up and closed the door and locked it and offered my arm to him. I glanced down as he took it and I noticed his pants were very tight and the outline of his manhood was very visible. I again pretended not to notice but as we started walking I felt a drop like the first sprinkle of a rain storm land on my upper thigh and begin running down toward my ankle. It was going to be a long night and when I finally did orgasm I should probably be in a soundproof room because it was going to shake the earth. Now You See Me Pt. 02 Walking was presenting a whole new world of challenges and... problems/pleasures, the lines were growing incredibly blurred. I knew Jimmy was back there ogling my butt and replaying the unintentional glance I'd given him just moments ago and that was ratcheting the pressure building behind my pussy to dangerous levels. It felt like there was a dam in me about to burst and I kept finding reasons to glance behind me to catch my own glimpse of the bulge in Jimmy's pants. My thighs were growing more wet with every step and the heels I was wearing were causing my hips to sway more than usual. Every motion, every breath was serving to electrify my entire body. My nipples were rock hard and rubbing against the fabric of the dress, my pussy was soaking wet and the breeze drafting up my dress felt like the cool caress of a lover against my moist flesh. So many firsts in the last 15 minutes and they were adding up to what felt like a sexual revolution in me. As we approached the church I caught my reflection in the glass door and gasped a little as I noticed how obviously erect my nipples were through the thin fabric. It dawned on me that I was walking in this building for the express purpose of being photographed and my decision to go braless and horny was about to be documented for posterity. It should have caused me to rush to the bathroom and put the stupid bra on but it didn't. If I were to be put in front of a judge I could easily have claimed a temporary insanity defense. Every thought was coming through a fog of desire, the higher functions of my brain were no longer in charge and my need to cum was in the drivers seat and I was a slave to it's whims. Jimmy came around me to open the door for and my gaze was riveted on the reflection of his erection and I let out an audible sigh of disappointment as I lost that marvelous view as the door swung open. Apparently the sigh was loud enough to cause Jimmy concern. "Are you OK Rachel, your cheeks are really red and you seem a little out of it?" He had no idea how not OK I was, I needed 15 minutes alone in a very private place... or maybe a very public place. Oh God my pussy released another trickle at the thought of hiking my dress up right here and running my hands all over my body in this parking lot while Jimmy watched. This time the trickle didn't stay on my thigh, I felt a rivulet making it's slow way past me knee. The thick fluid taking it's sweet time and tickling as it ran. I stumbled as I passed through the door and Jimmy reached out to catch me. There is no way it was intentional, Jimmy was a very polite and well mannered guy and even if he did have a raging hard on and had seen my bare pussy moments before he never would have touched me inappropriately. But as I began to lose my balance he let go of the door and reached out for me with both hands and his left one caught my breast as he wrapped me up. Up until now all I had imagined was people watching as I pleasured myself but with that one touch my fantasy exploded in an instant to include a new player. I wanted Jimmy's hand to stay there, to squeeze gently while his other hand found its way to my butt and slid around my waist making its way to my dripping wet sex. "Jesus Rachel, you need to sit down, was it that hot in your car? You look like you're going to pass out!" He pulled his hand off my breast and took a firm grip on my shoulders as he guided me to a chair positioned just inside the door. There was no way he had not felt the hard pebble of my nipple against the palm of his hand but it appeared that he was too full of concern to consider it right now. As I leaned forward and looked down I noticed that his erection was fading as he became more alarmed and now sadness and disappointment were added to the witches brew of my emotions. "I'm sorry Jimmy" I said breathlessly and as if through a drugged haze. "I'll be fine in a moment, I... I guess it was hotter in the car then I realized (that was an understatement of epic proportions but not the kind of hot he meant). Can I get a bottle of water?" "Of course, stay right here, I'll be right back."
 I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. I had to step back from the ledge and make it through this wedding. Maybe at the reception I could slip back out to my car and finish what I started but right now I had to focus. My heart rate slowed a little and my head cleared the smallest amount as I breathed in and out. Jimmy came back with a cold bottle of water and twisted the cap off as he approached. "Here, sip this, don't gulp it. I told your mom you were a little overheated and you'd be in in a minute. No need to rush, they decided to do the mini groom and brides photos next so you have a little bit of time." "Thank you Jimmy, you're very sweet, I'll be OK in a second or two." I should have been embarrassed, I should be freaking out that my need to cum was causing me to make such a fool out of myself but it didn't even register. Then it got worse. "Oh wow, your hands must be shaking, you've spilled water all over yourself." I was confused for a moment, I hadn't spilled the water, I had barely taken a sip. Then I noticed where he was looking. My thighs were very noticeably wet down to my knee. The dress came down to mid thigh when I was sitting and the slickness glistened there as we both looked at my wetness and this did nothing to stem the tide that was building. I couldn't think of anything to say, what could I possibly come up with? He had to know it wasn't from the water, but he was as unexperienced in the ways of physical intimacy as I was as far as I knew and so he couldn't possibly know this moisture was from my driving need to orgasm... could he? "I'll grab some paper towels, hold on a sec." He popped into the bathroom next to where I was sitting and was back a moment later with a handful of paper towels. Without thinking or hesitating he began to pat my legs dry, his hand warm through the thin paper and moving from my calf up to my knee where he hesitated for a second. He glanced up at me, his cheeks reddening and he tentatively slid his hand past me knee to my thigh. He didn't pass the hem of my dress but I noticed the bulge in his pants had returned and was bigger than ever as he patted me dry and I knew that it was a pointless venture, I'd be even more wet when I stood back up. "Rachel! Jimmy! It's your turn, get in here!" My mom's voice came from the chapel. Jimmy yanked his hand back like he'd been burned and mumbled awkwardly as he looked for a trash can. I felt new warmth surge from my pussy as my eyes bore into the outline of his nicely sized penis, so erect now that the shape of the head was obvious and imagined myself pulling it from its confinement and sliding my lips slowly over its soft tip. "Are you Ok to stand up now Rachel? Here, hold on to my arm for support." He took my hand and pulled me up from the chair and wrapped my arm around his and pulled me in close. I intentionally turned in slightly so that my nipple pressed against his bicep, the feel of his strong arm against my breast was achingly perfect. We strolled into the chapel arm in arm, both of our cheeks flushed and our breathing a little rapid. Several stream of thick warm fluid were rewetting my freshly dried thighs and part of me did miss a pair of panties in that moment to soak up some of those juices so I could taste them... or maybe Jimmy would want to lick them? We moved quickly to the stage and took our places in the bridal party. I felt another jolt of sadness when Jimmy let go of me to move to his side of the bridal party. Fortunately, everyone was so focused on the bride and groom that they didn't notice my nipples or Jimmy's erection. Nobody, that is, except for the photographer. I had almost forgot about that encounter from no more than 15 minutes ago in the flurry of everything I had experienced in the that small window of time. But as he pulled his face back from framing the shot on his camera our eyes locked again. He held my stare for a moment and then his eyes slid down to my breasts and lingered there with a look of pleasant surprise on his face. I could tell he was trying to look away but his eyes kept bouncing back and my first instinct was to cover my chest with my hands or turn away. But my second instinct, the instinct of the animal that was in the drivers seat of my actions in the moment was to drop my arms a little more and arch my back so that my nipples pressed even more firmly and visibly against the thin fabric. Everyone was looking into the camera lens so I don't think they noticed the swelling of the crotch of his pants but I did. I imaging that guys had fantasized about me naked before that day, boys being boys and all, but I had never thought about it. That day though, I had made two penises so hard that they were straining at the seams and the thought of it was making me lightheaded on top of everything else. The surge of blood to my pussy, causing my vagina to feel full and swollen was coming at the expense of ever less blood in my head. I started breathing deep again and kept my back arched for the rest of the photos, knowing that anyone who cared to look back on these photos would probably be zooming in on my chest and marveling at my visible nipples for years, maybe decades to come. The photos finished and before I knew it the ceremony had started. The happy couple said their vows and kissed while I split time between staring at Jimmy's constant erection, that he tried to cover up with his crossed hands, and the photographers intermittent erection that swelled up every time his camera moved my way. I was certain that he had taken quite a few close up shots of me as he moved through the ceremony to bank for later when he finally eased his own pressure, maybe even in his van in the parking lot before he drove away. Maybe I could peek through a window and get a look at that erection unclothed and in it's full glory. God! My thighs were so wet, it was getting so bad now that even my shoes had some pooled moisture as my pussy continued to issue forth ever more lubricant in anticipation of being deeply penetrated. By the time we made it to the reception I knew I was not going to make it all the through the evening before getting my release. As my desperation grew I began to think up ways I could sneak off and find a place to take care of this ache. At first I only thought of sneaking off alone, but the longer Jimmy followed me around and held my arm, hugged me and otherwise found reasons to touch me I dared to expand the guest list to my private party. The thought of actually asking Jimmy to come with me and then undressing in front of him while his eyes grew wider and that bulge grew ever larger made me breathless. For the first hour of the reception I couldn't imagine actually doing it, it was insane, we'd get caught, he'd say no and call me crazy. But by the second hour the reasoning center of my brain had been completely submerged in desire and need and I had no choice but to act on my impulses. I decided an indirect approach was the right way to go. I made a lap around the small church and discovered a small classroom at the very back of the building that was dark and unused. There was no lock on the door but that only increased the insanity within me. I returned to the reception hall that was a separate building and across a breezeway so I felt certain that I could make all the noise I wanted and the distance plus the music would cover it up. Jimmy was on the dance floor with a group of kids making them laugh as he danced goofily with them. The bulge was not as big as it had been when he was next to me but it was not completely gone either. I felt a pang of guilt for causing that, knowing it must be as frustrating as my own hyperactive pussy was. Oh well, I was going to make it worth the wait. Though I was about to lose my virginity it didn't even enter my thoughts, I just wanted to unsheathe that penis and caress it with my lips and tongue before it slid deep inside of me. My body shivered from head to toe and I heard a quiet splash as more than a drip came from my aching pussy, this time a small stream like pee had come from me but it most certainly was not urine. Enough, I strode up to Jimmy and took him by the hand as if to get him to dance with me. The kids moved off and we swayed back and forth to the thumping beat for a moment before the song changed. The DJ announced that it was time for a couples dance and kicked a slow and sweet tune. Jimmy looked at me and as I met his gaze I saw the longing in his eyes. It was almost scary, a little feral and I knew my gaze was matching his for intensity and need. He took my hand and slipped his other around my waist. Resting his palm on the swell of my butt. I wanted his hand to slide lower, to caress and squeeze. As if he was responding to my thoughts he pulled me in close, my breasts pressed against his chest, nipples aching at the pressure and his pinky slid down over the top of my butt and made a little circle there. I went up on my tippy toes at the touch, trying to get his hand to slide lower. He was in moderately more control than I however and knew that we could not get too carried away here on a dance floor with family and children watching and instead slid his hand from side to side on my lower back. Every cell in my body was on fire and that small hint of friction was electric. As the song ended I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "meet me outside in two minutes." My heart was thudding and the ever fading rational part of my brain could not believe I was actually doing this. I slipped away, my thighs sliding over each other as I added as much swish in my walk as I could manage without falling over, knowing his eyes were locked on to my butt as I left. The two minutes were to keep it from being obvious that he was following me out but he couldn't wait that long. The door had barely closed behind me before he came out after me. "What is it? Is everything OK?" The poor guy didn't know what to expect, I'd been teasing him all day, starting with the accidental flashing of my wet pussy and over and over again as I found every reason I could to press my aching nipples against his body. He had to pretend he came out here out of cousinly concern, even though it was obvious that I wanted him to slide himself into me until I begged for mercy. "Don't ask questions, just follow me. There's something I want to show you." I took him by the hand and moved as fast as I could without running to the darkened room I'd found. The moon was full and bright and filled the room with just enough light to see by, perfect for the first time I was going to let myself be seen fully. I pulled Jimmy in the room and asked him to close the door. While his back was turned I pulled the zipper on my dress and let it fall away from my aching breasts and soaking wet pussy. I looked down and saw the moonlight glinting off my slick thighs. I had never shaved my pussy but I didn't grow much hair either so it was covered with a small mound of hair that I kept trimmed and there were drops held in the curls there. Jimmy turned at the sound of the zipper and his eye became dinner plates as he took me in. He started at the pile that was my dress and moved slowly up my body. His eyes lingered for a long time on those wet curls, as if he was trying to peer beyond to see the soft folds of my sex. They paused again at my breast and his tongue flicked out and twitched as he obviously imagined running it over my nipples. When his eyes finally got to mine my breathing was coming in near gasps. Watching his eyes move hungrily over my body had brought me to a new apex of desire that I didn't know I could reach. Jimmy's eyes held the question, "can I touch you?" And I nodded my assent, the look on my face a mix of nerves, desire and a small bit of concern over whether he truly like what he was seeing. He answered the last question as he took a step toward me. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... I... I don't know why you wanted to show me... I'm... I've never done this before." His awkwardness and his shyness mixed with his desire made him all the more attractive to me. That morning I had never thought of Jimmy as anything more than my cousin, a good guy and kind of cute but that was it. Now, I couldn't think of anyone else that I would want to give myself to my first time. "Me either, I don't know what happened to me today, but I need this so bad right now it physically hurts. I'm sorry I've been teasing you all night but I... I want to make it up to you. Can I... Umm... take your..." Now that it came to it I couldn't bring myself to say the word penis, this was so ridiculous. I had been flashing myself all over the place, showing of my nipples to strangers, leaking from my pussy for hours now and I couldn't say the word penis out loud to the guy I wanted to penetrate me. "I'm sorry? I don't know what you mean..." He was so sweet that I couldn't take it anymore, I closed the remaining space between us and began to undo his pants slowly. At first he looks astonished, he had to know it was heading this way but was not able to believe that it was actually happening. He stared into my eyes as I undid his belt, button and fly and then lowered myself to my knees as I slid his pants down. While still staring into his eye that were changing from shock to a smoldering fire I grabbed the band of his boxers and slowly slid them down. I broke eye contact as I turned my attention to the stem of his penis as it became visible. The first one I'd ever seen in person and it was magnificent. As I passed the head it sprang up, finally freed from it hours long restricting confinement and it grazed my check as it popped out. Where it had brushed me there was a large wet spot and there was more dripping from the tip. The head was purple and straining, bouncing up and down as Jimmy twitched at the sudden freedom and a groan escaped his throat as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes tight. I stared for a long moment, taking it all in. I couldn't believe how thick it was and the veins were very pronounced. Desire was pushed aside for a moment by curiosity, I had to know how it felt. I pushed his boxers to the floor and then reached up and grabbed it and squeezed gently. Jimmy moaned again and I marveled at the feel of the veins against my palm. I ran my hand up and down with a light grip and those veins felt amazing on my palm. I had a sudden thought of how they were going to feel inside of me and desire returned with tidal force. I dropped my other hand to my swollen, wet pussy and slid my middle finger through my mound and between my lips. Now I was groaning and at that smallest of touch what felt like a flood escaped my pussy. I cried out and fell back unto my butt as my hips bucked involuntarily and several more streams escaped me. From the floor they arced up and splashed Jimmy's legs and penis then, as I bucked again, arced around and fell all over my naked body and sprinkled in my open mouth. I lost all conscious thought for a few seconds, the dam that had been building was cracking, even now it had not fully burst but it had begun to. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself. Droplets of my own cum beaded up on my stomach and breasts, I felt them running down my cheek and the site stoked the flames hotter within me. I looked up at Jimmy, a jolt of panic that he would think I was disgusting and had peed on myself. But the look on his face was far from disgust. "You... you can squirt?" I had visited enough porn sites to know that was a category option, though I'd never watched any of the videos. Jimmy had obviously been to the same sites but I bet he had watched one or two clips. His jaw was hanging open and an actual droplet of saliva was hanging on the edge of his tongue as it moved as if it had a mind of its own, making lapping motions as he stared at my wet body. My hips were still gently bucking on their own and I knew it was time to move this thing forward. "I didn't know I could either, in the car earlier, when I was touching myself, was the first time I've had anything like it happen. That was the first time that much has come out of me. It feels like a waterfall, or a river... and I want more of it... can you help me?" He didn't hesitate "Oh God, yes!! I want to lick it off of you and then make you do it again in my mouth so I can drink it! Is that OK?" A sudden boldness overcame my earlier hesitancy. "Only if you promise to put that dick in me and keep pumping until I tell you to stop!" We were both shocked that those words had come out of my mouth but only for a moment. Jimmy quickly took the rest of his clothes off and tossed them away. He got down on his hands and knees and started toward me. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him approach, the motion of my hips increasing again as I let my body go, releasing all control of what happened next to my animal desire. Jimmy dipped his head to my right thigh, starting at my knee and worked his tongue slowly downward. Lapping up juices that had been accumulating for hours and moaning to himself as he did so. I laid back and arched my back as high as it would go and reveled in the sensations his lips and tongue were creating. As he moved closer and closer to my pussy my hips thrust up to meet his mouth and he caught me in his strong arms and held me pinned against his mouth as he began to suck hard on my full lips. I tried to buck but he just moved with me, his hands pressed hard into my butt, squeezing and kneading while pushing me hard into that flicking tongue. After a minute or two he pulled back a little and licked from the bottom to the top of my pussy. I cried out as he did this and I felt the pressure building again in my stomach. The next lick went lower and I flashed back to the wet seam of the leather seat sliding across my butt hole. I hoped he would go even lower but I didn't know how to ask for it. He licked me bottom to top two more times, three more times, Jesus I was getting so close. "Oh God I'm going to cum so hard!!" He licked again and slid deep into my pussy and his lips locked unto my clit and sucked hard then he pulled back. "Do it, cum in my mouth, I want to taste it, I want to drink it!" Then he dove back in and this time he raised my hips off the floor high enough that my legs came back and my knees were by my head. I was fully exposed, both of my holes wide open to his gaze as he looked down at me, looking with deep desire at both of them, then in my eyes with another question, "may I?" I nodded vigorously, panting and anticipating what was about to happen to me, a little nervous that it would be more than I could handle. That nod of encouragement was all he needed. He tilted me even further and started at the top of my crack and licked me all the way to my mound. As his mouth passed over my butthole my orgasm started. He lingered there for a second or two, darting his tongue in and out as far as he could get it and I began screaming then. "Holy shit!! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit... I'm going to cum!! I'm going to fucking cum!!" I had never used those words, they were the grandaddy swear words and I was in a church! But there simply were no other words to use in the moment. Jimmy moved from my ass to my pussy and shoved his tongue deep inside of me, the first time I'd ever been penetrated by anything other than my finger, and that only hours ago. I screamed again. "Fuck me with your tongue Jimmy!! Suck my pussy and fuck me with your tongue!! I want it so bad!!" Jimmy was panting into my pussy and groaning, the vibrations sending waves deep inside me and the dam broke then. My entire body locked and my hips thrust into the air so hard that I lifted Jimmy up with me. His mouth never left my pussy, his tongue never stopped thrusting and licking. What felt like gallons of cum flowed out of me and into Jimmy's mouth. He drank deeply but it was too much for him to contain. It ran out of his mouth and over my ass, driving me even more insane. My muscles went form rigid to spasming. I cried out over and over again as my legs trembled and my hips thrust. My legs locked around Jimmy's head and I grabbed his head with both hands and fucked his face for all I was worth. Jimmy squeezed my ass with one hand and reached up and grabbed one of my breasts with the other. He squeezed my nipple between two fingers and kneaded my breast and I bucked even harder. Another stream of cum began to pour from me and Jimmy pulled back as it did and let it hit him in the chest. He grabbed his dick and began stroking it while my cum rained down over his chest, my juices lubricating his hand as he stroked. He never looked away from me, watching me spasm in exquisite agony and stroking his cock with a feverish look. His eyes darting up and down my body, from my soaking wet breast to my dripping my pussy and back again. I came down just enough to be able to open my eyes and saw him stroking his cock with my pussy juices and decided I needed to taste myself on him. I sat up and spun around and pushed him back unto the wet floor. Both of us laying in a puddle of my cum I bent down and hungrily took his cock into my mouth as deep as it would. Jimmy cried out in pleasure and it was his turn to thrust his hips up in the air, trying to get deeper into my mouth. He was thick but not overly long, I could fit most of him in my mouth and I did, over and over again. I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know what felt good for him but I was going to make up for my lack of knowledge with enthusiasm. I suckled as hard as I could and moved up and down his shaft over and over again. Pausing at the top of each stroke to twirl my tongue around his head. I could taste his pre-cum there that had been accumulating almost as long as mine and is was sweet and thick. Over and over again I sucked the tip of his cock and then plunged my mouth down over it's length until Jimmy took over and began thrusting into my mouth. I let him hold my head still while he bucked and thrust. His tip hitting the back of my throat. I began to moan again, yet another wave building up behind the dam in my stomach. My moans sent vibrations up his shaft and his moans changed to match time with mine. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and pulled away from me. I began to bend down to get his dick back inside of my mouth, loving the taste, the sensation, the firm softness of it, the cushioned tip of his head. But Jimmy sat up and held me back. "I don't want to come yet... that is if you're OK with... going the rest of the way." He was shy again, asking if he was allowed to penetrate me, this amazing man, even in the animal throes of passion he was polite and would not push me somewhere I didn't want to go. I had never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted his throbbing, vein covered cock balls deep inside my pussy. I sat up on my knees and he did too, both of us dripping from sweat and my juices and I grabbed his face with both hands and drew his mouth to mine. We kissed then for the first time. He put his hands on my wet naked hips and I reached around and grabbed his ass and pulled him close. His dick now pressed against my mound, not yet touching my lips but the anticipation of that event sent a fresh shiver through my body. He slid his hands down over my ass now, just as I had wanted him to on the dance floor an hour ago, and he pulled me in to him even closer. His shaft now slid between my legs and my pussy now rested on top of his incredibly hard cock. I started sliding myself back and forth on that shaft as a fresh trickle of cum came out of me and lubricated the movement. He groaned into my mouth and I groaned right back. His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposed my asshole to the breeze and the moisture there did it's magic and the chilled sensation caused my pussy to pulse and grip the top of his dick. I was at my breaking point, I couldn't take it anymore, I needed him inside of me right now and I wanted it in the most animal way I could imagine. I had looked into his eyes while he sucked my pussy to orgasm, now I wanted him to mount me from behind and slide as deep as it was possible to slide into me. I broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes. "I want you to put your dick into me as deep as you can go, and remember you promised to keep going until I said to stop" "Yes ma'am" I spun around and got on all fours and put my face on the wet floor. My ass up in the air and all of me open and ready to be taken. "Take me right now Jimmy, put your fat veiny con inside of my dripping wet pussy right fucking now!" I heard him whisper "Oh my God..." And then his hands were on my hips and he was moving closer. He was still the gentleman, knowing it was my first time and no matter how lubricated I was he didn't want to hurt me. He placed his tip against my pussy, parting the lips just a little and held it there. He leaned over and reached through my legs and began to massage my clit. Electricity burned through my veins and I began moaning louder and louder, pressing back against his throbbing cock. I could feel every heartbeat there at the entrance to my pussy, each pulse a warm pressure. More cum began trickling out of me coating the head of his cock and mingling with his pre-cum. He began to push into me as I pushed back into him, the dome of his head spreading me apart farther than I had ever been spread before. When his tongue had penetrated me it had been amazing, warm and soft and electrifying. When I'd put my finger inside me it had felt deep and satisfying. But I had never imagined anything could feel like this. As his head spread me apart it filled me, it felt like it was made to be there, the two pieces designed to be a whole. And then his tip was past my lips and sliding in deep, faster. With so much lubrication and me anxiously pushing back into him once his head was in I slammed myself back, fully impaling myself on his cock. I felt every vein as they passed my lips and words did not exist to describe the sensation. My moan turned into a guttural cry of pleasure with a very small amount of pain. The pain was gone in a moment though and Jimmy started to pump, slowly. He slid himself out all the way to his tip and then slid himself back in, my legs began to quiver and the pressure in my stomach began to build again, but this time it felt different, it felt deeper and I know this was going to be the wave I would drown in and I was happy to submit to it. Jimmy's thrust started to speed up, his moans turned into grunts and he straightened up and grabbed my hips hard, pulling me unto him time and time again. I grabbed my breast with one hand and squeezed and kneaded there, twirling my nipple between my fingers feeling the link from my nipple straight to my pussy and from there to the universe. I slid my other hand down between my legs and began flicking my finger over my clit. It was like hitting the afterburners on a jet and a steady stream started to trickle out of my pussy, flowing around Jimmy's cock and pooling under our thrusting bodies. I tossed my head to the other side and opened my eyes for a moment and my heart skipped a beat. The door was cracked a few inches, the door that didn't lock in the darkened church, and standing in that door with his cock in his hand stroking as hard as he could was the photographer. It was then that I noticed the bags for his gear stacked there right by the door. He must have come to pack up and stumbled on Jimmy and I. For a second I was about to yell for Jimmy to stop, that someone was watching. But isn't that what I'd really wanted all day long? Isn't that why I was so horny in the first place. Jimmy's thrusting increased another notch and I could feel the throbbing of his cock growing more insistent, more powerful, he was close to cumming, and oh God I was too. My eyes rolled back in my head and I lost conscious thought again for a moment. I flicked my head back the other way and resumed flicking my clit. Dear God this was the largest one yet. I flicked my head back the other way and that's when I noticed the camera in the photographers hand. Not only was he watching but he was videoing and even more people would see me being ravaged and crying out while squirting like a firehose again and again. And dear sweet Jesus I wanted it! I wanted to sit down in the middle of a park and fuck myself into unconsciousness while the world watched. I wanted to be covered in my own cum, I wanted to drink it and I wanted Jimmy to fuck me in every hole while people gasped and cried out and then began touching themselves. Jimmy's hands moved from my hips and spread my ass apart as he thrust faster and faster. My hand was a blur as rubbed my clit raw and my breast had a pleasurable ache from being squeezed so hard. I looked up at the cameraman and locked eyes with him again and smiled and flicked my tongue out and ran it across my lips. That was too much for him and cum began flying from his dick toward me as his whole body shuddered. The site pushed me right to the edge and my eyes rolled back in my head again as the orgasm that I'd been waiting for all day finally caught up to me and drowned me in it's intensity. Jimmy's hands moved from spreading my ass apart to my crack and I realized what was about to happen just before it did. He dipped his thumb down to where his cock was thrusting and lubricated it with my cum then slid it back up to my asshole. When his thumb slipped into my ass my world exploded and I left the conscious plane. All I could see was intensely white light and my entire body was one full spasm. I lost all motor control and hips thrust in time to Jimmy of their own accord. The force of my cum was so great that it pushed Jimmy out of me, it covered his cock, stomach and legs and the pool had become a puddle. That puddle ran up to where my face was and now Jimmy pushed back in and I was being pounded while my face was in my own cum. I stuck my tongue out and licked it up while Jimmy thrust again and again. He moved his thumb in and out of my ass and suddenly it was all too much. "Cum inside me Jimmy! Finish me!" That was all the encouragement he needed and his thrusts changed into aggressive pounds as he came deep inside my pussy. I could feel it filling me, there was no place left in me that was not filled with him and it felt like heaven. Jimmy finished his final thrust and as he pulled out one last wave of orgasm rocked me and I squirted all over his departing cock one last time before collapsing in my own juices twitching and moaning. Time passed and I was not aware of it. Jimmy was laying next to me, both of us panting, my cum cooling in the pool around us. "Thank you Jimmy, I had no idea it could be like that." "Me either, I don't know how we did that but I want to do it again." "The cameraman would probably like that too." "What? What do you..." Jimmy turned to the door just as it closed and then looked down to the globs of semen on the ground by the door. "He was watching us the whole time?" "I don't know if it was the whole time but I noticed him there at the end." "You didn't tell me to stop?" "I... think I like being watched... is that OK?' "Rachel, if you do that to me I don't care what kind of audience you invite, count me in every time."

Neighbors byGiraffan12© Neighbors Ch. 01 Trevor listened. It had become a routine of his. The apartments in his four-plex were occupied by other married couples. His wife, Sarah, would leave early in the morning for work, which left him to "Work from home". His work was easy, and he was usually done within a few hours, giving him a lot of time to listen in on the other couples. The couple who lived on the second story, sharing a wall with them, were in the habit of sharing a shower in the morning, and not being too quiet about it. Trevor pushed his ear against the shower wall and imagined how they were going about it. The neighbors, Ashley and Josh, were nice people. Josh was well over 6 feet tall with blonde hair and blue eyes the kind of guy you see in a chick flick. He was not especially ripped or athletic, but healthy, and definitely took care of himself. Ashley was not unattractive either, but she wasn't necessarily a head turner. About 5' 9" small b-cup(ish) breasts, wide hips, and shoulder length blonde hair. The sounds in the shower were getting Trevor worked up. The moaning wasn't super loud, but it was distinctly the sound of sexual activity. He found himself rubbing his cock through his sweatpants. He wondered if she was facing him with her leg up on the side of the tub, or maybe Josh had her bent over and he was taking her from behind. This particular time seemed more active than usual, and Trevor was getting frustrated. He wanted to see. Racking his brain, he thought of maybe trying to sneak into their apartment, but that seemed much too risky. Could he drill a hole through and play it off? No that would be too obvious. Suddenly he looked up and noticed the air vent that sat above the shower. Of course, they would have one too... Trevor grabbed a step stool and climbed up. The ceilings were low, so he didn't have to stretch too much to get to it. He removed the fan assembly, unplugging it and setting it down, and then poking his head into the vacant hole in the ceiling. The hole was small, he could fit the top of his head into it with no problems but that was as far as he could go. The frustration was building when he remembered a camera Sarah had bought to try and fix a plumbing problem they had had a while ago. He hurried into their room and opened a drawer on Sarah's nightstand. Bingo. He grabbed it and quickly hooked it to his phone, choosing the app and testing the camera. It actually gave a very clear picture. He wasted no time. Poking the scope through a hole in the side of the fan housing, he turned on the flashlight end of the endoscope. There it was, the neighbor's fan, and it seemed that it was in the same location. He snaked the scope in further and further until he could see the light bleeding through. He turned the flashlight end off and pushed the scope into the neighbor's fan housing. Pressing record on the app. He could see into the bathroom but the scope was pointing the wrong direction. Instead of pointing down into the shower it was pointing towards the bathroom door through the slats in the fan cover. He wiggled and turned the scope until it finally pointed down. His heart was beating so fast, and he was trying not to shake too much. The first thing he saw was Josh's head and body from the waist up. The slats made it difficult to see anything else. He pushed his ear against the wall as he watched the live feed on his phone. He could see Josh saying something to Ashley, but he couldn't see her. Moving the scope just a little more he was finally able to see a woman on her knees, Josh's hands on either side of her head, thrusting into her mouth. However, looking down at the top of her head, it wasn't shoulder length blonde hair he saw. But jet-black hair that fell down her back. Her skin was a dark brown and she was much shorter and more petite than Ashley. Trevor stood there shocked, "No." He whispered to himself, "No way." There, kneeling in the shower sucking their neighbor's cock. Was Sarah. Sarah's 5' 0" petite frame was unmistakable. Her dark brown Latina skin was the dead giveaway. Trevor was floored. He shakily set the camera down. In anger he went to the front door to go and stop what was happening, but stopped with his hand on the doorknob. How was he going to explain that he knew she was there? They wouldn't have answered to a knock. The camera was still sticking out of the fan, which was incriminating. He glanced outside and saw that Sarah's car was gone, he assumed she parked it somewhere else. Ashley's car was also gone, meaning she was most likely unaware of the situation in her bathroom at this moment. Trevor returned to the bathroom. He slowly picked up his phone and looked at the screen. Sarah was now bent over, hands against the wall. Josh was fucking her from behind with hands on her hips. The location of the fan gave Trevor a very clear view of Josh's cock going in and out of Sarah's pussy. He wanted to put the phone down and forget what he saw, but something about the scene grabbed his attention. He couldn't look away. He was jealous, and angry, but watching his wife like this affected him in a way that he hated. His cock was rock hard and he started to touch it without thinking, while watching the neighbor take his wife. Sarah was moaning. He could hear it through the wall. After a few minutes like this, Josh pulled his cock out of Sarah, giving Trevor the first unobstructed view of Josh's cock. It looked very big, and Trevor was sure that Josh had at least three inches on Trevor's six. Sarah stood up, smiling seductively at Josh. It pained Trevor to see, but that other feeling crept in as well. She pressed her body against his. Josh grabbed her ass hard and ground his hard cock on her stomach. He then picked her up and started bouncing her on his cock. Her arms around his neck. After a few minutes of this new position, Josh leaned in and whispered something into her ear. She smiled as he set her down. Dropping to her knees, she took hold of his cock and started jerking him furiously as he grunted. Caressing his balls with one hand, licking the underside of his shaft, sucking a testicle into her mouth every few strokes. Trevor watched, shocked, as Josh unloaded his hot semen onto Sarah's face, something she told Trevor that she would never do and was not into. The sight was too much and Trevor came, as he turned his head away in sadness. The rest of the feed showed Sarah and Josh finish showering, talking conversationally. Then they got dressed and Sarah left. Trevor went to the front window and watched through the blinds as she went down the stairs outside and walked down the sidewalk toward where he supposed she had parked the car. Josh went into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He stared at the wedding picture on his nightstand. Soon his curiosity got to him again and he pulled his phone out. Starting the video he had recorded. Soon he was masturbating to the reality of another, better endowed, man taking his wife. The enjoyment she got out of it was so erotic and arousing to him. He had never experienced arousal like this before. After cumming again, he laid there unsure what to do. He got up and went into the bathroom. Coiling up the cord for the endoscope, he placed the plug end up in the ceiling, and replaced the fan assembly. He cleaned any dust that may have fallen from it and then went to his computer desk to get some extra work done. Sarah came home from work and Trevor acted like nothing was any different. When she may have noticed some differences in his usual demeanor, he just told her that it was stress from work. She came over and sat next to him. "Is working from home going to work for you?" She said in a sweet tone, he remembered why he had fallen for her. She was always so thoughtful but also had that stereotypical fiery Latina attitude. He looked into her almost feline brown eyes. "Yeah, it's not the working from home part, it's just work as usual. It didn't really change that much when they decided I should work from home," he said as he reached out and put an arm around her, "I'm nowhere near my breaking point, don't worry." She gave him a long kiss and nestled her head against his shoulder, "I appreciate the hard work you do for us, and I'm glad we both have good jobs." The images from the shower flashed in his mind suddenly and his heart jumped in his chest. He started to get closer to Sarah, kissing her again, and placing a hand on her waist. She kissed him back passionately and straddled him. She pulled off his shirt. Then worked on unbuttoning her blouse. The tension that Trevor had been feeling all day was being manifest in his horniness. He rubbed her crotch roughly through the black work pants that fit her so well. Her breathing became faster through her nose, as their lips were still locked, her tongue dancing in and out of his mouth. She shed her blouse, revealing a black bra and her flat stomach. Trevor always loved the way her dark skin looked pressed against him. He undid her pants, reaching in through the open fly and pushing two fingers against her pussy through her panties. Her hips responded to him, humping against his fingers, as she let out a small moan. She stood in front of him and took off her pants. Then unclasped her bra, letting it fall. Showing her small perky tits with very dark nipples and areola. Wearing just her black panties, she knelt in front of him and undid his jeans. She reached in and fished his cock out through the undone pants. Licking it softly, rubbing it slowly. Trevor remembered seeing Josh use her mouth this morning. As she put the head into her mouth and started bobbing on his cock, he put a hand on the back of her head and moved his hips up to meet her downward sucking. After a few seconds she reached up and moved his hand. She looked at him, "You know I don't like that." "Sorry, heat of the moment." He said coyly. She shook her head and continued the blowjob. She had never been very passionate about this part, but he knew she did it because he liked it. After a no more than a minute or two she looked at him and said, "I need you inside of me! I want your cock soo bad." The look she gave him made his cock jump in excitement. He stood up and pulled his jeans down. Looking down at his cock, he remembered Josh's monster cock and suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Sarah peeled off her black panties, showing her perfect, completely shaved, vagina. Trevor loved the shape of it. That little hairpin curve with her clit nestled into it. He had seen nice pussies in porn, but his wife's was his absolute favorite. She pushed him back down onto the couch, and straddled him again. Reaching down between them, she grabbed his shaft. Sliding down onto it with a small moan. Trevor never got tired of her hot wet pussy sliding onto his cock. She always got wet so quickly, and it made sex happen easily. His cock was very hard, and he could feel Sarah responding to the extra stiffness of it. He watched her pussy envelop his cock over and over, then he remembered that this was the second cock she had taken today. He pictured Josh's 9-inch member sliding in and out of her, and remembered how he used her. Before he could tear his thoughts away, he was finishing. Blowing a load inside of his wife after only a couple of minutes. "Sorry, it was just so hot, I tried to hold it in," He said. She smiled at him, "It's ok babe, I know it happens sometimes." She stood up and his cock slid out of her. "Do you want me to help you finish? I don't want you to be unsatisfied." He said looking at her firm ass as she walked to the bathroom. "No, I'm actually not unsatisfied, I feel like I got what I needed today." She said. Neighbors Ch. 02 It had been a week, and Trevor had fallen into a new routine. His wife, Sarah, would "leave for work", but instead of sleeping longer, he would hop out of bed the second he heard the front door close, watch her get into her car, and drive off. He would watch out the window until he saw the neighbor's wife, Ashley, leave for work. Then he would watch Sarah sneak back and go into the next-door apartment. Josh was already in the shower each morning. Trevor would take the fan down in his bathroom, retrieve cord for his endoscope camera, plug it in, and watch on his phone. Sarah would walk in, get naked, and commence pleasing Josh with her hands and mouth. He was very dominant with her. Something she had always been averse to whenever Trevor had tried to get even a little rough. This morning was no different. Josh was thrusting his 9-inch cock into Sarah's open mouth, as if it were no different from her pussy, as she moaned in pleasure around his shaft the entire time. Trevor just couldn't understand how his wife was so different sexually with another man than she was with her own husband. Sarah stood up, putting a leg up on the side of the tub, gripping his dick, and pulling him into her pussy. She was much shorter than he was, so he had to squat down pretty low. Making his thrusts up into her more violent because of how he was angled. It was all Sarah could do to hang on until Josh just picked her up and moved her back and forth on his cock like she was a little Latina sex toy. Then, pinning her against the wall, with his arms under her legs, he jackhammered her pussy, throwing her into an intense orgasm. She moaned loudly, Trevor could hear clearly through the wall how much she was enjoying this, and had been slowly jerking his cock the whole time. He had watched them do this every weekday for an entire week, and it still turned him on so much each time. He hated that so much, and he hated the situation he was in. Still not knowing how to confront her, but also knowing, deep down, that he didn't want to. Josh set her down. She knelt, looking up at him, looking so small next to his over 6' frame. He rests his hard cock on her face, covering one of her eyes with the head, and thrusting his hips a little bit. He then lifts his shaft up and puts his balls into her waiting mouth. She licks and sucks them until he steps back and blows his load all over her face. Josh always helped her up when they were done. They would chat, but it was hard to make out what they were saying through the wall. Trevor made a mental note to purchase a microphone of some sort so he could also hear them. This had become Trevor's life. Watch his wife get taken roughly each morning, go throughout his day until she came home, and pretend like everything was normal. She was very good at that part too. She would still have sex with him every few days as if nothing was different, besides the fact that she would have less and less orgasms each time. After 5 years of marriage, he could tell when she was faking it. To be fair, he wasn't lasting as long as usual either. Much of what she did was still a mystery to Trevor. How was she able to go to work so late? How long had this been going on? What were her conversations with Josh about? He wanted answers, but was too worried about the fallout of confronting Sarah. Trevor had been doing some research on microphones when he stumbled upon a thread in a forum that talked about an app that could be installed on a smartphone which allowed someone to remotely listen to the microphone or watch the camera, even listening to phone calls and receiving GPS coordinates. Sarah was not tech savvy at all, and this seemed like a perfect workaround for a microphone. She would have no clue. So, one Saturday, while she was taking an afternoon nap, he installed it on her phone and did some tests. It worked exactly as he had hoped. He could hardly wait for Monday. Having sound would heighten his enjoyment so much. Sarah was always such a dirty talker and he was curious if that was the case here. That morning came and he watched, like usual, Ashley leaves, a few minutes later, Sarah arrives back. Trevor's cock was already hard in anticipation, he activated the microphone as she walked in the door. There was a little bit of scuffling because the phone was in her bag, but he could make out their conversation fine. He went to the bathroom and plugged his phone into the camera, but the light wasn't even on in the bathroom yet. "Not out of bed yet Josh?" her voice came through Josh groaned, it sounded like she had literally walked in on him sleeping. "I had a late night, must have slept through my alarm." He mumbled sleepily. The bed creaked like someone was getting on it, "I'll just have to help wake you up I guess," Sarah said in a drawn-out sexual way. Trevor couldn't believe this, in the little over a week he had been watching them, it was like clockwork. Josh would get in the shower and Sarah would show up to join him. He felt immense frustration that he couldn't see them, but he was glad that he had at least thought to bug Sarah's phone and could hear them. Josh chuckled. "You suck so much better than Ashley, or any girl I've ever been with." Came his voice after some silence. Sarah giggled, "It feels so naughty to suck your cock in the bed you sleep in with your wife." "We do more than sleep here," He laughed. The bed started to creak, but not rhythmically like sex, more sporadically. They giggled and laughed; Trevor assumed that they were wrestling around. The creaking stopped and Sarah giggled softly then started to moan. "Have you ever had it 'eaten from the back'?" Trevor said. "Mmmmmm, is that what they call this?" she crooned through her moans. She yelped and laughed, "Did you just lick my ass?!" She yelped again. Josh laughed slowly, "Mmmhmmm, when are you going to let me do more than lick it?" Trevor's heart sank, she had never let him fuck her ass, and when he had ever even broached the subject, she responded with a very firm NO. He held his breath listening intently, not rubbing or stroking just in silence. Then after what felt like an hour; Sarah scoffed, "Not today. Maybe never." They went silent for a minute and then the bed started creaking, this time it was the fast cadence of fucking that Trevor would recognize anywhere. He still listened, unsure. She moaned through each thrust, "Mmmm, I love when you fuck my pussy with that huge cock, it's so much bigger than Trevor's and I can't get enough of it!" To Trevor's surprise he couldn't hold it in anymore. He ejaculated hard, harder than he thought he was going to. He shot semen across the bathroom, and his cock continued to throb, shooting spurt after spurt. Having saved up over the weekend. He was shocked and humiliated, but hearing Sarah acknowledge him while another man was taking her pussy just put him over the edge quickly. He sat and listened to the rest. They didn't talk much more after that, just hard and fast thrusting until they finished together a few minutes later. They didn't really talk much after. It sounded like Sarah left the room for a minute. Then, "See you tomorrow?" "Definitely," was Josh's reply. ****** Trevor continued to listen as Sarah left the apartment. She walked to the car, which took her a couple of minutes. She must just drive to the next row of apartments each morning. The car started and her music came on. Trevor had wondered how she was working this out at the bank she worked at. She was just a teller. Not management or anything, so he didn't know how she was getting away with showing up late every day. Most jobs would fire you for being so unreliable. This was his chance to get answers. He put the phone on his desk and kept listening while he did some work. He didn't want to fall behind on work, or he would have to explain what he was doing every day. He heard the car stop on Sarah's end and then the car door as she got out. She walked in; coworkers were greeting her. A woman's voice who Trevor recognized as Sarah's supervisor, Jill, said, "Richard would like to see you in his office." Trevor remembered Richard from some work parties that they had been to together. He was the branch manager, an older guy, maybe mid-late 60's, dry sense of humor, and also liked to control situations. Sarah would talk about how he micromanaged them a lot, even on things that didn't matter. As if he couldn't find something better to do, or got bored in his office. To Trevor, he seemed like the guy who stuck around enough years and became manager by default, not really leadership material, but passable. "Ok, I'll be right there." She told Jill. Trevor heard tapping all of a sudden, and realized it was Sarah typing on her phone. Like when you were talking on speakerphone, and the person on the other side started texting. It was just ambient noise until Trevor heard a door open, he was glad that she had put her phone in her pocket. "Sarah, come in." he heard Richard say. The door closed, and he heard Sarah sit down. "How was your therapy session this morning?" He said. "It was good, thank you, I'm glad I'm able to go every morning and that the bank allows me." She said with a thankful tone. "I'm happy to hear it, uh..." he rustled some papers, "What was your therapist's name again?" "Dr. Harmon, his office is on First Street." She said. "I thought so," He paused, "Then would you like to explain why you haven't been going there each morning?" Sarah paused, "Um...excuse me?" "I learned not to trust anyone based solely on their word, this company has made an exception for you and I wanted to be sure," He paused, "I have watched the entrances of Dr. Harmon's office for the last week, and you haven't been there a single time. Can I see the Doctor's notes you are supposed to bring?" Sarah seemed caught off guard, "I....It's none of your business. I'm pretty sure I have confidentiality with my therapist." "Fine, you go with that, and I'll go with my argument, let's go see HR." His chair creaked as he stood up. Sarah grunted, "Ugh, what are you talking about?! I haven't done anything!" He clicked his tongue, "Young lady, I think you doth protest too much." Trevor heard the sound of the door opening, a long pause, then Sarah's defeated voice, "Please," The door closed, and Richard chuckled. "Why prolong the inevitable Sarah, we both know that you aren't going to last here like this." Sarah's voice cracked a little, "Give me another chance." It hurt Trevor to hear his wife like this, but a very small part of him felt like she deserved it after what she had been doing. Richard was an asshole, and kind of creepy for what he did, but he did catch her in a lie. Trevor would have fired an employee who did this same thing. Richard's voice sounded close, he sighed as a chair squeaked, "Why should I do that? How can I know you aren't going to do this again?" "I promise," her sad voice came through, "I'll be here every morning, on time from now on, and if I'm late you can fire me!" There was a long pause, and then Richard's voice, "Ok, but I need something from you to make it all worth it." "What do you mean?" Sarah sounded surer. "Well, I don't know," He trailed off, "how about you..." Sarah scoffed, "I don't..." Richard cut her off, "You're right let's just go to HR." "Wait..." She sounded desperate, Richard chuckled, "Yeah, undo all of the buttons." Trevor couldn't believe what he was hearing. He remembered the red button-down blouse and grey pants Sarah had been wearing that day. "Wow, do you always wear such sexy underwear to work?" His voice was very close, "Mmm, I knew they were small, and they are so perky, just like I imagined they would be." A little kiss sounded, "Are you cold? These things could cut glass." He laughed, "Yeah, leave the pants on. I don't want to get too crazy." He sighed, "Ok, that's good," A soft slap sounded, "I wish I had time to see this ass, but...don't be late again, I mean it." The office door opened and closed; Richard must have left her to get composed again. Trevor heard Sarah sigh; in his mind she was buttoning up her blouse. The rest of the day went uneventfully, but Trevor couldn't put the phone away. He listened to everything that happened while he finished his work for the day. Sarah came home and she looked pretty tired. "Hey Sarah, long day? You look tired." He gave her a hug as she walked into their bedroom. "I'm exhausted." She said as she gave him a big squeeze. She held onto him for a little longer than usual. He could tell the last little bit had taken a toll on her. His love for her almost made him want to come clean, but he felt dissociated between real life, and what happened on his phone. He liked the way he felt with Sarah, he cared for her deeply, and he didn't want to ruin their relationship, as crazy as it sounded. She let him go and started to change. Her back was to him; he watched her as she peeled the shirt off of her small frame. Her beautiful, deep brown, skin always got him going. She undid her grey work pants and pulled them down. Trevor stared at the very lacy black panties she was wearing. Realizing Josh had peeled those off her today, even Richard had seen her bra and tits. He reached up and unclasped her bra. Then looked over her shoulder as it fell off of her. "Are you staring?" She teased. "Who could help themselves?" He said, looking down at her ass. She wiggled her hips back and forth giggling, "My eyes are up here you pervert." "I'm well aware," Trevor said. She walked over to him with just panties on and straddled him. Leaning into whisper in his ear, "If I weren't so tired, I would ride you like you deserve for being such a good husband." Trevor's cock leapt in his jeans. "How unlucky for me," he groaned. "Tomorrow, I promise." She said, kissing him. Neighbors Ch. 03 Life kind of went back to normal over the next week. Trevor would still listen in on Sarah's phone throughout the day, but everything was normal. She went to work on time, like she was supposed to, and she came home normally. Even her boss Richard seemed to treat her like nothing had happened. A big part of Trevor was happy with this development. He had worried that Sarah's reckless decisions would impact their lives adversely, and he didn't want the fallout from everything coming into the light. But that other part of him, that part he was ashamed of, was sad it had ended so soon. He sat at his desk and pulled up the cloud account he stored all of the videos, audio, and pictures he had taken from Sarah and Josh's romps next door. He started one of the videos from when they shared a shower. He enjoyed the way Sarah became such a slut for Josh's much larger, 9-inch, cock. She was like a completely different person sexually. Letting him dominate her, while she still protested if Trevor got even a little too rough. This particular time, Josh had pushed her against a wall. Holding both her arms behind her back with one hand, and grabbing a handful of her hair with the other. He bent her over and thrust into her hard. Her head pressed against the shower wall. Trevor liked this one because Sarah had several orgasms. More than he had ever seen her have. Trevor's cock was so hard. He fished it out of his jeans and started stroking. He wanted more, he needed it. Watching videos was one thing, but knowing it was happening in real time was a thrill he couldn't describe. He had to find a way for this to happen again. His heart hammered in his chest as he thought about it. ***** Sarah came home from work, and Trevor was so horny. She came into the bedroom wearing a black and white horizontal striped skirt, with a white blouse on. The skirt hugged her ass so well that Trevor couldn't help himself. He walked over to her, and grabbed a handful of her ass. She smiled at him and kissed him passionately. Putting her arms around his neck. "You know I love this skirt?" He remarked, squeezing her ass a little more. "Mmm, why do you like it?" She said softly into his ear. "It just hugs that perfectly firm little butt of yours so nicely." He slapped her ass and this time grabbed the skirt. Hiking it up to reveal a very lacey white thong. She ground her crotch against him, humping against him with a craving. Rubbing his already hard cock through his pants. He pulled her shirt over her head. "A thong at work, were you trying to impress someone?" Trevor chuckled. "Maybe I just wanted to feel sexy today." She unzipped his pants, and pulled them down just enough for his cock to pop out. He remembered one of the tellers, a younger guy. "I bet Matt was staring at you all day again." She rolled her eyes and laughed, "He's like 19 years old Trev. He can't help it." Trevor laughed as he undid her bra, her perky tits standing at attention. "And you can't help it either?" He said while picking her up and setting her on the bed. Pulling her panties down, he dove head first into her pussy. Licking her delicately. She gasped and giggled then said, "Why are you talking like this?" He shrugged, pulling his mouth off as he put two fingers into her. "I don't know...." He felt embarrassed for a second, "I guess I just think it's hot when other guys want what I have." She raised her eyebrows a bit, "Oh really? I had no clue." He took off the rest of his clothes and climbed on top of her, "Is that weird?" "I don't know...." She reached down to feel his extra stiff cock, "It kind of makes sense, like if you had a really nice car and other guys wished they had it, that would feel pretty good." Trevor laughed, "Yeah, except I don't think of you as a car, obviously!" She laughed too and gave him a seductive look, "I don't mind...how about you take me for a spin?" Sarah rubbed the head of Trevor's cock against her slit before pulling him towards her. He entered her already wet vagina and started moving back and forth. Taking care to push his cock down hard against the back wall of her pussy. She always responded so well to this. As she moaned softly, Trevor leaned down and started the dirty talk. "So...were any guys checking out my car today?" She giggled, "Well...maybe." She moaned again; Trevor loved how vocal she was during sex. He slowed down, "Tell me who." She started moving her hips up into him, a sure sign that Trevor wasn't moving fast enough and she was getting frustrated. "Mmmmm, Matt definitely did today." Trevor moved a little bit faster, "How do you know?" She was still trying to get him to speed up, but he knew just the right amount she needed for teasing, "He was...uhn...He kept looking over at me when he thought I couldn't see." She was enjoying it but wanted more, faster, harder. He increased the speed just a little more but was careful not to go too deep, teasing Sarah was an art. He wanted to draw this out, and reward her for giving answers. It seemed like the Matt route wasn't going to give anything juicy, so he upped the ante a little. "I bet Richard likes when you dress like that too." He whispered, chuckling. She stopped for a second, but Trevor started back into a rhythm he knew she would like. He was worried she would react adversely to Richard's name, but he couldn't help it. He needed to try... "Why do you say that?" she said softly, "I don't know," Trevor started humping faster and deeper, "he seems like he might be a perv deep down, have you ever caught him staring." She kept moaning, but didn't reply. Trevor worried that he had ruined it, but then she said, "Yeah actually...I have." His cock got extra hard; he knew Sarah could feel it because she wrapped her arms around him. He slowed down, trying not to cum. "Tell me." Was all he could say. She paused, "One time he had me in his office to talk about some new things we were doing. I was wearing that red blouse, the one that's a little, uh, lower than others. Well, I could tell that he kept looking at my chest, he was almost too obvious about it. Turns out my bra was sticking out a little bit and I didn't know until after." Trevor was able to move faster, showing that he liked the story. "Mmmm, that's actually kind of hot, was he nicer to you after?" She giggled, "Actually yes, this was recently, and afterwards he has been nicer to me than any of the other tellers." Trevor realized that she was telling him about the time he had overheard in Richard's office and changing the details. It should have hurt, but it actually turned him on more that she was hiding it. He thought of the audio he had just relistened to earlier that day, and imagined Richard, an older man in his late 60's, short and stocky, with a gut. Not attractive, but the thought of a creature like him unable to contain himself with a beautiful woman like Sarah really turned Trevor on for reasons he didn't understand. He had heard what he needed to, and couldn't help himself. He got up into a better position and started hammering Sarah's pussy with determination. His balls slapping against her, his pelvis smacking her clit with each bottoming out stroke. She moaned loudly, her body responding. Trevor could feel the semen moving up into his cock, but flexed his abs to keep from orgasming. Sarah was getting close, and he didn't want to disappoint her, not tonight. He was holding on by a thread when he finally couldn't anymore, he let loose a massive shot into her, but kept thrusting, his sensitive cock in pain until finally Sarah threw her head back and moaned. Her pussy squeezing on his cock. He collapsed onto her; happy he had succeeded. She sighed, "That was intense. You haven't acted like that in a long time." "Is that a good thing?" He asked, now a little worried about her reaction to his questions. She hugged him tightly, "Well, I liked it." His softening cock was still inside of her, "I hope you weren't weirded out by the things I asked," She giggled, "No, I wasn't weirded out...just surprised. I would have thought you would be jealous of other guys checking me out." "Not at all, I'm not the jealous type, you know that. I mean, I might be a little jealous if it went too far," he paused for a second remembering Josh next door. He had been jealous but not angry, if anything it made him want Sarah more. "...but it just kind of excites me to think that you are teasing guys, it's like you are so desirable to other men, but I'm the only one who gets to actually have you." To his surprise, he started getting hard again. Sarah noticed too. "Are you wanting a round two?" She laughed, looking down between them at his hardening cock still inside of her. He humped a little bit; they had never been able to have sex again this quickly. "Fuck me again!" Sarah exclaimed, excited. He began sawing his cock in and out of her. She giggled, "I like this new kink of yours." Sarah rolled them over so she was on top, and started riding his cock. He loved watching her bounce on his dick. The contrast of her deep brown skin on his white cock was so arousing. She leaned down to kiss him while she gyrated her hips, then thrust them down onto his cock. He reached down and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks, and pulling her into him more. He reached one hand over and found her asshole. He pressed one finger against it softly. She didn't protest, in fact, she started to hump faster, moaning softly. He pressed a little more, not hard enough to penetrate, but just adding some pressure. Her response was not what he expected, she was moaning with each stroke onto his cock. Trevor could feel her getting close, and he started thrusting up into her. She finally moaned loudly but Trevor kept thrusting through her orgasm until he finished a minute later. This time she collapsed on him. After a minute of heavy breathing Sarah said, "What did you think you were doing pushing on my ass like that?" "I just got caught up in the moment, and it seemed like you liked it, so I kept pushing." He said sheepishly. "Well, I don't know. Maybe it felt ok, but that is off limits. I don't want to do anything back there." She said firmly. "Ok, sorry." He said. But he knew she felt pleasure from it, that was undeniable. He didn't know why she was so adamantly against any anal play. He let it go for the night. Kissing her. She cuddled into him until they fell asleep naked. Neighbors Ch. 04 Trevor woke to Sarah cursing. "Shit, shit, shit!" She was running around the room, putting on clothes, rushing. "What's wrong?!" Trevor asked. "I'm late!" She exclaimed, "My phone fell on the floor last night, and I didn't hear my alarm!" She was really upset and worried. "Can I do anything to help?" Trevor said, sitting up. "No, it should be ok. I texted Jill, so she knows I'm on my way." But her voice didn't sound so sure. Trevor remembered the conversation where Richard had warned her not to be late again. She zipped up the back of her black pencil skirt and pulled on a floral shirt that came all the way up to her neck. Grabbing her bag, she said, "Bye honey," as she rushed to the front door. Trevor got up and walked to his computer. He turned on the spy app for Sarah's phone and started the microphone. So far it was just the sounds of her driving in silence, but after a few minutes, less than it would have taken if she had driven the speed limit, the car door opened and shut. He heard her quickly walk into the bank and apologize to Jill. "I'm so sorry, my phone fell down on the floor and I couldn't hear it this morning." Jill replied, "I understand, it happens, but Richard told me to send you straight to him when you got here." "Ok," was Sarah's only reply. She sounded worried. Trevor felt bad, and wondered if this was partially his fault. They had fallen asleep after sex, and he couldn't remember how her phone ended up on the floor. He heard a door open and listened intently. "Jill said you wanted to see me," Sarah's voice came through. "Do you think you can figure out why?" Richard said sternly like he was chastising a teenager. "I...I'm late...and I promised not to be." She said softly. The pain in her voice hurt for Trevor to hear. "And what did we agree to?" Trevor pictured Richard sitting behind his desk, not even looking at Sarah, with how uncaring he seemed to be. "I know but..." She started to say, "But what?!" He said incredulously. Trevor pictured him now looking at Sarah with an eyebrow up, loving the feeling of power he had, "You can get your stuff and leave." It was quiet for a second, then Sarah's voice shakily as if she might cry, "I can...you know..." Richard sighed loudly, "Put your shirt down..." it sounded like he got out of his chair, then his voice came through louder, he must have walked closer to Sarah. "Lift your skirt." Sarah sniffed; she must have been crying. "Mmmm, that white thong looks spectacular on your brown skin," a slap sounded, "I've always wondered what that ass felt like. No leave the thong on, and pull that skirt back down." His voice started to get further away. "How badly do you want to keep this job Sarah?" Trevor heard a chair creak, Richard sitting down, "To be honest I'm surprised you've gone as far as you have, and I'm assuming your husband doesn't know about this." "No, he doesn't," She said. "I assume that means you are hiding something from him, am I correct?" Richard sounded smug. She didn't say anything, and his voice came again, "Your silence is answer enough, so what? Were you having an affair?" Silence again, "Can't even look me in the eye or answer?" Richard laughed, "So you've been whoring around, and you don't want your husband to find out, is that it?" He clicked his tongue, "Hey, I get it. But it doesn't excuse what you've been doing here. I should have fired you the first time, but you made a compelling argument." He laughed, "I'm going to need more this time." "Ok...what?" She said weakly. "Well, I'm not willing to lose my job if someone walks in on us here or they happen to peek in. I actually take my employment seriously, so it would have to be somewhere else." he buzzed his lips, "Tonight at my house, I'll text you the address. That's the offer, or you can leave today." It was quiet for what felt like an eternity, then Sarah said, "Fine." She must have walked out quickly because the door closed a second later. ***** Trevor sat back in his chair. He couldn't believe what had happened. He was shaking, and couldn't calm down. Did Sarah really agree to this? She was so adamant about hiding her affair with Josh, that she would agree to meet her boss at his house for who knows what? If only she knew the truth, but realizing the length she would go to hide it galvanized Trevor's will. He was not coming clean today. As he was thinking about this, his phone buzzed. A text from Sarah. "Hey" She always sent that first unless she needed something urgently. "Jill and some of the girls want to go out tonight for a girls night, I was planning on going." The lie was an easy one, but Trevor had no intention of fighting it. "Yeah, no problem. Are you stopping by here before you go?" A legitimate question. "Yes" She texted in short message bursts "I'll grab a shower" "Then change :P" He replied, "Cool, I love you, but it will be nice to have a night to myself ;)" "Lol" was all she sent back. The day seemed to drag on after that. Trevor used the spy app to access Sarah's text messages to see if Richard had texted her, and found one with his address and then "Wear something low cut, and skinny jeans or something. I know you have sexy underwear too so don't disappoint me. Nothing fancy, I like a woman in jeans ;)" Finally, Sarah came home. She walked into the bedroom as usual. Pulling off her clothes. "How was work?" Trevor said, watching his wife get completely naked. An erection beginning in his pants as he thought about what was going to happen. "Not too bad, besides being late." She stopped by the full body mirror, inspecting her petite body for a second. Trevor noted that her pubic hair had grown in a little. "Do you need to charge your phone? Since you didn't last night?" He said to her before she went into the bathroom. "No, I had a charger at work." She said, stepping into the hallway. The shower started and Sarah stepped in. Trevor sat at his desk doing some extra work, until Sarah came back in naked with a towel around her head. He noted the freshly shaven pussy. "Shaved special for someone?" He said jokingly, Sarah froze for a second then continued when she heard him chuckle, "Yes, I did actually," She smiled. "Oh, what's his name?" he quipped back. "I can't tell you, his wife would be upset," She said back to him, with a grin. Trevor knew that Richard was married, so he wondered how that was going to work out. He continued the joke. "Well tell him no touching, just looking, I'm jealous, but not stingy." He winked at her and stood up, walking over to her He looked in the underwear drawer and grabbed a pair of panties that he really liked. They were cotton front and sheer back. Not a thong, but he liked them. "You should wear these." He said. She laughed, "You choosing my panties? I was going to wear skinny jeans so maybe pick me a thong?" He put them away and grabbed a silky yellow thong. It came down in a V at the back with a pink string making a T inside the V. He handed them to her. "These will work," She winked pulling them on, "Now a bra." "Do you need one?" He laughed. She shrugged, "How exposed do you want me to be?" "I want any male to have to double take." He said folding his arms. She shook her head, but pulled on a very tight black t-shirt with a deep V-neck. Her small tits were perky and showed some cleavage despite their size. Small bumps were visible where her nipples were. Trevor whistled and she giggled. She pulled out her tightest dark blue skinny jeans and worked them up over her ass and hips. She was petite, but these jeans were still very tight. When she finally got them up, he was mesmerized by her ass. The way the jeans hugged into her ass and rode up so you could still see the bottom curve of her ass cheeks through the front gap in her thighs. He grabbed her ass and gave her a kiss. "Have fun tonight." "I'll try," She said. Then she went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. ***** She left. Getting into her car and driving away, but Trevor didn't intend to just listen this time. After a few minutes, he went out and got in his car. He had Richard's address on his phone and he began travelling there. He was unsure how he was going to do it, but he was going to see how this worked out. At very least he would be close and he could listen in on Sarah's phone. He turned on the microphone, putting an earbud in so he could listen privately. All he heard was driving on Sarah's end. When he was about 5 minutes out from Richard's house, he heard Sarah stop the car and get out. Trevor hurried to get there. He heard Sarah knock on the door and Richard answer. "Ooo, very nice outfit young lady." The way he said it was funny to Trevor, he was old enough to be her father, so it sounded like a dad complimenting his kid, "Wow those jeans are tight!" The sound of the front door closing. "Come this way." Trevor got there, but drove past the house, noticing Sarah's car parked out front. He parked around the corner and walked back. "Why don't you give me a little show, Sexy Sarah?" Richard said Wearing dark clothing, so he could blend in, he walked up to the window closest to him and peeked in, but just saw an empty room. He continued to walk around the house, checking each window he passed until finally he saw them. His cock lurched at the scene before him. Richard was seated in an armchair in what looked like his living room. From Trevor's point of view, Richard was on the left side, Sarah was on the right, and she was dancing in front of him. He had the first few buttons of his shirt undone already and was smiling. Trevor had forgotten the details of what he looked like; He was balding, and all of his hair was gray. The exposed chest was also covered in gray hair, and his gut was bigger than Trevor remembered. "Come closer," Richard motioned with a hand. The audio was a little delayed from the action but it wasn't too bad. Sarah walked toward him; she had a very serious look on her face. He pulled her onto his lap and started feeling up her chest. Her nipples were now very visibly hard through the material. He pulled the V-neck open, both breasts popping out. He chuckled. "You know that these are absolutely perfect?" and leaned forward to suck on one. Sarah gasped, she might not want to do this, but she couldn't help her response to stimulus. She always got a lot of pleasure from nipple sucking. Soon, Richard had her shirt off completely and was licking, sucking, teasing her dark brown nipples. Trevor thought of Beauty and the Beast. His stunning Latina wife was sitting on the lap of this disgusting man, and Richard had to be on cloud nine. The contrast affected Trevor in ways he didn't expect. His raging hard-on was pushing against his zipper. He undid his pants to relieve some of the pressure. Richard had grabbed one of Sarah's hands and set it on his crotch. She obliged, rubbing it slowly. "Want to help me get these off?" He asked. She stood next to the chair and undid his belt, the button, and then the zipper. "I think you know what to do next." He chuckled. She paused for a second, then knelt down in front of him. She pulled down his pants until his cock popped out. Trevor was intrigued; Richard's cock was short, maybe 4 inches, definitely not more, but it was pretty thick for how short it was. That wasn't even the most interesting thing. It also curved upward in an extreme arc. The head was resting on his pelvic area and it made a half circle like a rainbow. Sarah had a look of extreme curiosity. She reached out tentatively and started stroking Richard's cock. "I've never seen one like this," She said. He laughed, "That's what all women say," he looked proud of himself, "I know I'm not a looker, but I've had women come back just because of that. Some of them even call me 'Hook' because of it." Sarah didn't comment, but she did lean in and start sucking his cock. The movement was a little clumsy at first, until she got used to the shape. Then she started into a rhythm. Jerking his cock and sucking him. Swirling her tongue on the head, licking his balls. Trevor had not expected her to just start like that. He thought she would be more reluctant, but to his surprise, she actually seemed to be getting into it. "You aren't half bad at that," He said smiling, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Suddenly, a door off to the side opened and a woman walked in with bags from a clothing store. Trevor jumped in surprise, "Oh shit," He thought, he assumed that Richard's wife had just come home and he did not want Sarah to be in danger. He zipped up his pants and got ready to intervene if things got violent. Richard looked over his shoulder at the woman who had just come in, "Carolyn, how was shopping?" Sarah jumped up and stared at the woman. She was probably a few years younger than Richard, and actually really attractive. A short, fit, and very thin, bottle blonde. The term trophy wife came to Trevor as he looked at her. She walked to the closet and hung up her coat. "Don't worry honey," she said with a smile at Sarah, "this one is really sexy Rich, how did you convince her?!" "I have my ways," he cracked back at her. She sat down on a couch across from Richard, "Go ahead, don't let me stop you." Sarah knelt back down, unsure. Carolyn laughed, "I mean it, I love it when Rich brings pretty little things home, as long as I get to watch." "And I don't complain when she brings a stud home, or stays the night somewhere else," Richard assured Sarah. Sarah got this odd half smile on her face like they were pulling a prank on her. "Actually, why don't you stand up and take those jeans off, I hope you wore some nice panties," Richard said, glancing at Carolyn. Sarah stood and undid her jeans, the tiny pink bow on the front of her thong sticking out. She did a little shimmy out of her skin tight jeans, careful not to pull her thong down. "Oh, those are so cute," Carolyn said. "Spin around for me," Richard said. Sarah smiled, having Carolyn there actually seemed to put her at ease. She turned around and faced Carolyn, giving Richard a nice view of the V-back thong she was wearing. Carolyn winked at her as Sarah bent over. Trevor knew his wife's body language, and she was feeling very sexy at this moment. She was a sucker for compliments. Richard stood up and pulled his pants off. He shed his shirt, standing there naked, his fat cock pointing up at the ceiling. He walked up behind Sarah and rested his cock between her ass cheeks. Trevor quickly pulled out his phone and snapped some pictures. Then started recording a video. Richard rubbed the bottom of the curve between Sarah's cheeks, up and down. Slapping it against her back and then hooking it under her to poke her pantie covered slit. Sarah pushed back into him involuntarily. She couldn't help herself; a cock was a cock to her. "You're about to be 'hooked'," Carolyn said, with a big smile and a giggle. Richard slipped a finger under the silky material and pulled it to the side. He guided his cock to her entrance and started to push. Trevor knew that Richard was experiencing her impossibly tight pussy. The head finally popped in and Sarah gasped, Carolyn laughed and Sarah looked up. "He has a big head in more ways than one. Is she tight hon?" "You better believe it," he said, curling his lips in as he worked back and forth a little. Richard wasn't very tall so he didn't have to squat as much like Josh, even Trevor did a little when they were standing. He continued the slow back and forth thrusts until his cock was all the way inside. Then Carolyn stood up and walked over. She looked down at her husband's cock inside of Sarah, then leaned down and said, "How does his cock feel?" "It feels different," she said with her head down. "Good different?" Carolyn asked. Richard started moving back and forth, and Sarah moaned. Carolyn smiled, "I think that's a yes." Sarah nodded and kept moaning. "Feel how it pushes up into places you've never felt before, usually you have to get into crazy positions to get that pressure, not with Rich though." Carolyn said matter-of-factly. Trevor's heart sank, he remembered the way he had to push his cock around inside of Sarah to get the angles she liked, or how she would contort them into crazy angles that his cock could barely handle, popping out constantly. Here, even this ugly fat guy could pleasure his wife better than he could. Sarah was already having an orgasm, faster than Trevor had ever seen happen. "That's one," said Carolyn with another laugh, "the 'hook' strikes again!" Richard pulled out and sat back down. "Face me and ride this," he pointed at his cock. Sarah didn't even hesitate, she kicked her thong off and straddled his lap, but before either of them could reach his cock, Carolyn was aiming it at Sarah's opening. "I got you sweetheart, this shape can be tricky," Sarah looked at her but said nothing, just smiled softly as she lowered down, gasping again at the new angle. Her hips moving against her will. "Oh yeah, this one really gets that g-spot on the front wall of your vagina," Carolyn said, like she was a teacher with a student. Sarah started bouncing on his cock, and moaning very loud while she did it. Practically begging for his cock, "Oh fuck!" She yelled. Carolyn and Richard shared a laugh over that, and Sarah couldn't help but join in the laughing. She was already getting close again, speeding up her stroke until, "Aaaahhh, fuck!" She started shaking this time, Trevor had only seen that happen in porn. I affected him so much that he started spurting cum into his pants without even touching himself. He had never had that happen, and didn't know it could. He was shaking like a leaf watching the unbelievable scene before him. His erection went down a little but soon rallied back as Richard picked Sarah up and hammered her pussy. She only lasted a few seconds like this before an orgasm happened again. They did doggystyle on the floor, Sarah's face toward Trevor, but it was so dark out that he knew she wouldn't be able to see him. Her eyes were closed most of the time anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered. He had alternated taking pictures and videos throughout this. Finally, Richard said, "Where should I cum Sarah?" She shook her head and said out of breath, "I don't care." He pulled out and was about to grab his cock again when Carolyn gripped it and started jerking it until he shot all over Sarah's upturned ass, her head down on the floor. She laid there for a minute. Her face was turned away from Trevor so he couldn't see her reaction. Carolyn left the room after the cumshot and now came back with a rag and a towel. She set the towel on the chair and handed Sarah the rag, "Here, I got this wet." Sarah sat up and nodded, "Thank you." She wiped herself a little bit and was suddenly very shy. "The bathroom is over there," Carolyn motioned to a door in the hallway, "here is a towel, go ahead and wash off, you'll feel better," she placed a hand on Sarah's shoulder and said, "thank you for such a fun time," She smiled that overly sweet smile, "we will be in our bedroom," She motioned to another door. "If you want to just go after your shower, that's fine, and if you want to say goodbye, that's fine too." She stood up and walked into the bedroom. Sarah got up and grabbed the towel, going into the bathroom. She left without saying goodbye. 5

Naked in the Trailer Park 2 A Naked in the Trailer Park Story by Eddie Davidson Chapter 4 “Milking? What is that?” Heather’s eyes gleamed mischievously. Rally was already picturing the intense feeling of being ground beef getting tenderized under a jagged mallet as the chubby girl’s used all of their might to spank his erect cock back to soft with the hair brush bristles. He imagined the pain on his tender most man part as they brought each whack down as they had done to his sister and mother moments before. He regretted watching and secretly enjoying the girl’s torment but now there was nothing he could do to stop it. Leonard on the other hand was ready for anything and smiling like a dog who wanted someone to play with him. “In order to keep my horn dog brothers from walking around with stiff cocks they have to jerk off three times a day. It helps them be less perverted but as you can see it didn’t work. They have to whack it as soon as they get home and they will after you finish with them, Ma’am” Harley could see that Rally was uncomfortable and it made her feel a little better as she stood up and wiped her wet pussy with her finger. “I think we’d rather see that,” Becky giggled and Heather looked at her with a horny gleam in her eye as the two cooed over Leonard’s body. “We aint got no windows and if you really want to see it then be my guest, it’s gross though watching them pull their puds,” Harley shrugged. “Yeah, I am just curious what it looks like when a guy gets himself off,” Heather said. She had said she had seen Jeremy jerk off in public but in truth she had only heard about it and convinced herself that she had seen it too. Becky smacked her sister for being so forward but she was only being coy and wanted to see as well. “Squat and turn around and face the wall,” Harley instructed her mother and told her she had until they were finished to finger herself. Tammy did as she was told but didn’t start playing with herself. “You let your mom play with herself?” the girls were shocked about that more than they were Tammy taking orders from her daughter and turning around to squat obscenely facing the plywood wall of their kitchen. “Fair is fair, we all have rules in this household, Ma’am, and if it keeps her in line then I will let her have a little carrot before I give her the stick,” Harley had heard Earl use that phrase at one point. The girls nodded their heads – they were very interested in Leonard beating off and that was all they wanted to see. Rally was not even on their radar. “Okay, you two, do your thing” Harley hadn’t quite come up with a fitting way to begin the masturbation ritual. There was something anti-climactic about telling them to do their thing but at the same time she didn’t want to seem like she really got off on the guys jerking off in front of Heather and Becky. She’d usually make wry comments and then turn around and play with herself as well but for today she watched the entire thing. Leonard started stroking and the girls oooed and ahhed like he was a male stripper from the movie Magic Mike – something they had watched with their own mother dozens of times. Rally’s dick was quite a bit larger but his body was scrawny and he wasn’t particularly handsome or charming. The girls didn’t watch him slowly stroking and when they noticed him looking at the two chubby girls for inspiration they only offered a snort of disgust. “Should I look at my sister then? I mean throw me a bone, it’s hard enough to do this with you watching in the same room with my sister and mom,” Rally admitted although he had managed to orgasm every time since Friday. “Do whatever, just don’t be creepy about it,” Becky warned him. She was secretly flattered someone would pleasure themselves by looking at her but she wanted to hear that from Leonard and not him. “Leonard, do you need any inspiration,” Heather asked playfully as she giggled with her sister and covered her mouth to laugh. “Nah, I am there,” Leonard closed his eyes and after a quick smile appeared on his face squirted a thick white fluid into the palm of his hands and serenely laid back against one of the beds in the living room. “There you have one rapid fire dick sneeze from my brother,” Harley said flatly before adding that now they had to wait for Rally to slowly finish. The two girls didn’t care to see that and asked instead “What will you do with the uh stuff now, Leonard?” “What do you mean what will he do with it? What he always does, wrap it in a tissue and throw it away,” Harley answered for Leonard who was resting and smiling with his eyes closed. “Maybe he could put it into a girl or something,” Becky suggested meekly before giggling and staring at her shoes while her older sister teased her for being so cheeky. The sound of two girls giggling and laughing with a sexual delight in their voice was all it took for Rally to finish much earlier than normal and he shot so much cum it almost hit Heather in the eye. “Gross!” she muttered. “You’ll clean that up,” Harley insisted of Rally as the two girls prepared to disperse. They had seen what they wanted to see and were done. It was at that moment that Gabby approached. “Knocky-Knocky, I know we are a little early today but I had some things to take care of and...” Gabby started to explain as she opened the screen door to let herself into the trailer. She had permission to come over anytime and had usually been coming over around 7pm. Every night she would find some reason to spank Tammy and sometimes Harley but she was stunned to see the guys were laying on their backs freshly masturbating. “Oh my, are they public masturbators like Jeremy?” Gabby called to her son who was waiting outside of the trailer as he often did. She had invited him in a few times but she was uncomfortable with everything he saw up close and personal. She knew Jeremy watched through the window but that had been more palatable than him being inside the trailer while she spanked Tammy for some reason. “Did you teach them this?” she scorned him. “Mom, I told you, that was JUST a rumor that Harley started. I don’t jerk off in public,” he said as she stood stunned in the doorway. He noticed Heather and Becky Donaldson smirking and he instantly noticed the very red and tender patch around Harley’s pussy. “Is that true? Did you start that rumor? Oh my god, that is so something a nasty bitch like you would do,” Heather laughed at Harley and grinned. “Yeah, he should get to spank you for that,” Becky suggested. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for Jeremy to spank her,” Gabby said. She had spanked Harley when she admitted to starting the rumor about her son but never quite believed it entirely. She had heard subsequent rumors that were started and wasn’t entirely sure that Jeremy didn’t have a problem himself. “Why not? We just spanked her and HER mom on the pussy!” Heather giggled. Jeremy looked at his mother expectantly and Gabby asked if that was true. “Yes, Ma’am, I had been disrespectful to them on the bus and got them in trouble at school today so they gave me a correction. My mom called them names and teased them about being fat for Halloween and also broke up their mom’s relationship as payback for something petty and so we asked them to correct us,” Harley admitted while her mother remained facing the wall. Tammy was turning red and getting frustrated she couldn’t talk. It was difficult to quietly wait while others talked about her misdeeds. “Oh, is your dad Douglas or Sammy?” Gabby knew her friend could be a spiteful vixen. She felt mildly jealous that Tammy had been spanked by someone else since she had been a coming over and dispensing justice every night since the start of the program. “Our step-dad is Arnold,” Heather explained and then Gabby knew exactly who they were. “Oh that is right, you are the Donaldson sisters. My how you have uh filled out,” Gabby politely referred to their weight and then began to ask them a series of rapid-fire annoying personal questions about the break up until the two girls excused themselves and fled the trailer. “So, tell me about this milking thing? Do you think it would help Jeremy?” Gabby was used to people making excuses and avoiding her many questions but she had a form of OCD that wouldn’t let her shut up very easily. She addressed Harley because she knew that the authority had shifted unofficially from Frank to Harley all weekend almost completely. “Mom, stop. You are embarrassing me,” Jeremy shifted uncomfortably as his mother. It became clear that Jeremy had been uncomfortable being around Harley while she got her punishments as well and Harley could tell he was intimidated but still had a lot of anger against her. “I don’t know if the milking would help your son to behave. I don’t think he has a problem, Ma’am. I started those rumors about him years ago and as Mrs. Donaldson pointed out he should probably punish me himself for starting that rumor,” Harley offered generously. She was still stinging from the hairbrush ordeal she had endured on her living room floor but she was determined to make things right if she could. She had taken the letter from Friday very seriously and while she still had a long way to go to change her nature – she thought making the offer was the right thing to do. “Well, that was years ago and you were little so it was a mistake,” Gabby shrugged off the suggestion. Jeremy’s body language as he shifted anxiously suggested he did want to do something with Harley but at the same time he was intimidated and scared. Rally could tell his only friend wanted to stand up to his mother and he also thought it was only fair that Harley got the punishment she had just offered. “Yes it was a long time ago, Ma’am,” he said as he threw away the tissue he used to clean up his semen from the green shag carpet. “The thing is though the rumor persisted and grew and everyday as Harley got older she heard it and could have said something to stop it but she didn’t. It took her being exposed naked and under discipline to get her to admit it. So I think it would only be fair if he gave her a few licks,” Rally smiled at his sister while offering her butt to is best friend. “Gee, thanks Rally,” Harley’s tone was lemony and sarcastic as her lips curled into a goofy smirk. She knew her brother was right but at the same time that he was suggesting she get punished as a payback. Gabby was protective of her son even though she let him see the girls naked – she thought it was too much for him to physically touch her. She looked at him and then back at Harley’s red clit as it dripped and said “Well, not there though.” “Thank you Ma’am,” Harley let out a breath of relief. “Would a spanking on the butt be sufficient, then Sir?” she had been spanked enough on the butt that she didn’t feel too worried about it. Jeremy nodded shyly. He didn’t know what to say. It was kind of like winning the lottery seeing a pretty girl grab her ankles and bend over while offering her ass to him. “How many do you think would be fair for keeping a rumor like this going for all these years, Sir?” she said as she settled into the position and braced herself for the impact of the spanking. “One day of spanking for every day Jeremy had to bare the shame of the rumor?” Rally was half-joking and the impact of that statement was only dwarfed by the impact of the full on close-fisted punch that she received square in the right buttock from Jeremy. She almost fell over and yelped as he knocked the girl over. Everyone was shocked and his mother shouted “JEREMY!” “What? I was trying to give her the same pain she gave me. That was a Donkey punch,” he shrugged. He had no idea how spankings were to be applied and his frame of reference was cartoons like Dragon Ball Z where the characters did tremendous lightning infused karate attacks on each other that only subtracted hit points without actually doing any real damage. “You can’t just punch girls in the butt,” Gabby warned her son that was totally unacceptable. Harley agreed and her ass was now bruised but what steeled her nerves was that as she plunged forward she caught sight of her mother giggling at her daughter’s situation – even though she was still facing the wall. “No, I’ll take my medicine. If he wants to cunt punt me with his foot or punch me in the ass, my brother was right. I don’t think we could be made even with one punishment session anyway,” she started to stoically return to the same position she was in when she received the first punch. Despite her brave words, her jaw was shivering and her leg was shaking with nerves at how hard that punch was and the thought of willingly accepting more. “Actually, I know a better punishment for my sister,” Rally suggested and Harley glared at him over her shoulder. If he was going to suggest something more wicked and painful she was going to rain down her displeasure on him tenfold after Gabby left and maybe even before she left. She let him continue though because a part of her felt she deserved whatever Jeremy could dish out to get even. She was a big believer in karma and she felt she was on the receiving end of her wicked ways today with the Davidson’s and her treatment of Jeremy had been much worse than anything she ever said to them. “I think the thing that would torture my sister the most into regretting her actions is to,” Rally made his sister sweat wondering if she’d be hung by her tits and used as a piñata at children’s birthday parties or have honey poured over her body and staked out with red ants. “Go on a date with Jeremy,” he suggested. At first, this made no sense to anyone else but Rally quickly explained that his sister didn’t like to date anyone. “She’d have to be polite. She’d wear whatever her date wants. She’d go where he wants and not complain about the food or the movie. She’d have to be a perfect little angel. Dating Jeremy would repair his reputation and make him desirable to other girls and be good practice for my sister to learn how to be nice to people,” he smiled. At first Jeremy was more panicked than Harley over this idea. He had a crush on her for years and the reason he had put gum in her pig tails those many years ago was that he liked her and didn’t know how to tell her. It was a foolish mistake on his part but once people started calling him out for a chronic public masturbator he never learned to flirt or talk to girls. Harley creamed over bad boys –she liked Todd Hoffman despite him being an obvious asshole and she liked guys who watched wrestling and had motorcycles. She didn’t like nerdy boys who were very much like her younger brother for sure and the thought of having to go on a date at all was something she really didn’t want to do. “You just want me to be out of the house so you aren’t under any supervision,” Harley put her hands on her hips and stood up to glare at her brother. “Uncle Frank can watch us and Mrs. Gabby can come over and babysit while you are gone, I am sure she would keep Mom in line, Ma’am” Rally suggested. The idea of babysitting her best friend did appeal to Gabby and despite being over protective she could tell that her son secretly wanted to go on the date with the pretty girl. “I don’t want to force her to go on a date with me,” Jeremy stammered out the words shyly as he looked at his shoes. “Let’s give her a choice then,” Rally suggested and offered that she either get 10 donkey punches or cunt passes to the ass every day for every day she ruined Jeremy’s reputation or be his girlfriend until other girls take notice of him and she could let them ‘steal him away’. “That rumor has been out there for five years!” Harley didn’t even know how she could fulfill that punishment since she now planned to go to Berkeley after senior year to pursue a law degree. “Five long, hard years you could have at any time offered to make amends,” Rally argued. “Fine, I’ll be his girlfriend but you have to promise me one thing little brother,” she admitted with a wry smile on her face. “What is that, Ma’am?” Rally asked. “You will have to go into law because you argue almost as well as I do. We are going to be partners!” Epilogue The continuing adventures of the Davidson’s would become legendary at Jackson Square Mobile Home Trailer Park. Many other stories would be written about them as they brought the NIS program eventually to their school. Harley and Leonard walked the stage completely naked to receive their degrees in front of 2,000 people in the stadium. That summer the discipline became more intense and Tammy, Harley, Leonard and Rally spent the entire summer completely naked. Eddie eventually returned from Alaska flush with cash but Tammy said she was done with toxic men and went to work for Earl. She continued to work in the trailer park completely naked, and take accounting classes on the side. She eventually married Earl at a ceremony in the pristine Community Pool in front of her family and neighbors. Tammy did make amends with the Donaldson’s by the way for breaking up their parents relationship. She spent three weeks as their personal maid and slave while Heather and Becky’s mother worked out her anger issues with the help of Gabby consulting on how to best get under Tammy’s skin. Tammy learned to love every miserable second of it and agreed to come over every few weekends for a ‘maintenance’ beating. Sammy, Douglas and their girlfriends also started coming over and an informal club formed around treating Tammy like their slave and dog. Gabby was the primary organizer of the club and introduced whips, chains, handcuffs, breast pumps and all sorts of naughty toys. She eventually took over disciplining Tammy after Harley left for college. However, despite being in charge of Tammy, Gabby eventually asked to join the program herself and found a reason to be side by side with Tammy while receiving discipline. She had always been secretly jealous of Tammy and after getting out all her anger – wanted to experience what it was like to be on the receiving end. She found that she thrived on the attention. She also found when she was gagged and could not talk that the anticipation of all the things she wanted to say made her squirt and orgasm uncontrollably. Gabby and Tammy became professional submissives on Craigslist and cleaned homes in the evenings while still finding reasons to spank and punish each other in front of random strangers. They would both do turn about and spank each other for transgressions – much to the amusement of their clients and neighbors. The following year Rally, Jeremy and the Donaldson sisters were the first volunteers for the NIS program in their high school. Jeremy had become intensely popular as the “Guy who dated that naked hottie” and during their next year of school they both filled out and started to become more popular with girls. The Donaldson sisters lost some of their weight as they became conscious of their bodies and always had pretty, angelic faces – it wasn’t long before they were being invited to all the popular parties and became popular themselves. The NIS program at their high school would continue for several more years. Leonard accidentally became discovered as an underwear model when he got lost in New York City trying to find his campus. He now earns over $100,000 a year and is rumored to be dating Arianne Grande or Taylor Swift (or both). Mr. McDonald had inherited the trailer park from his aging father and wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. He has turned it into a successful clothing optional campground now and people from the AANR (American Association of Nude Recreation) visit. Many of the long time residents were shocked but now none of them blink an eye when they see someone jogging or riding a bike around the trailer park. The Davidson’s neighbors the Abernathy’s embraced the nudist lifestyle and walk around completely naked 24/7 except when it is a little cold out. Then they wear a small cover up. It has done wonders for their love life and they both enjoy it tremendously finding it very liberating. Harley went on to study law at Berkeley which was coincidentally the alma matter of Mr. McDonald her benefactor. The UC Berkeley Naked Run occurs each semester during the week leading up to final exams, during which a mass of students bare some — or in most cases all — and take a few laps through the stacks, much to the amusement or horror of the students studying. They also have an informal week of break where many students walk around naked and the progressive school is known for its nudist activism. Harley became a leading organizer of a nude month and attended most of her classes completely nude or wearing only a body chain. She started dating an older professor of English Literature who is also her “Master” in a BDSM relationship. She spends long weekends on his farm as a pony slave where she learns to serve him and his wife and has found strength and freedom not only from the ability to give up her clothes but also to give up her freedom. If you enjoyed the story – this is not the end. This is merely where this chapter comes to a close and I invite you if you have never written a story to put text to page and write about the Davidsons. You could write about Gabby who herself decided that she needed to enter the program with her friend, or people as of yet not introduced to the story. What of Mr. McDonald and his law firm? A clothing optional workplace where clients sit in a waiting room with a topless secretary? It could happen and if it doesn’t – write about it until it does. I hope this story inspires you to write because I enjoy reading these kinds of stories as much as I do writing them but if not – I hope it made you smile and get off. Chapter 5 BONUS (BONER) CHAPTER “How do we know this is not some ploy your momma cooked up to get back with Arnold,” Rhonda Donaldson said as she put her hands on her hips and looked down at Tammy. Tammy was naked with a leash attached to a dog collar on her hands and knees on the old wooden deck in front of Rhonda’s single wide trailer. Tammy wore a rubber butt plug shaped like a dog tail curving up playfully between her ass cheeks. Rhonda had a look of complete embarrassment on her face. She couldn’t believe Tammy was really here like this. She had seen her for a few weeks around the trailer park but now that she was here on her door step it seemed far too strange for her to handle. Rhonda was plump like her daughters but had brown hair. She had enormous boobs that hung down across her stomach. She wore a pink tank top that barely covered them and the outline of her nipples could be seen through them. Rhonda wore flip flops and denim shorts. Tammy’s daughter Harley was standing outside the trailer holding the leash. It had been a week since the Donaldson girls had spanked her with the bristle ends of the hair brush and she could still remember the feeling of what chopped steak must feel like when it is flattened with a meat tenderizing hammer. They also had a week’s worth of fresh fruit, vegetables, meat and other groceries compliments of Mr. McDonald. “I assure you Ma’am, my Mom is here to make amends for the trouble she caused you. She is going to obey every reasonable order you have and accept any punishment you think is fitting,” Harley promised and jerked her mother’s leash to make Tammy look up at the heavyset woman standing in the doorway that was once her rival. Tammy’s former best friend Gabby was standing on the other side with her arms folded. She nodded and said that she assured Rhonda she would be around on a regular basis to make sure that no hanky panky went on. Gabby had a tendency to be very talkative and she went through a run-down of chores and exercises that Tammy was going to be doing over the next three weeks while she lived at Rhonda’s house. Rhonda used to be thin and sexy before Tammy stole her man a few years ago. The two of them had been close friends but one day Tammy felt insulted by an off-hand comment that Rhonda had said. It was meant in jest but Tammy could be vindictive. She decided to teach Rhonda a lesson and that night got Arnold drunk and stoned on a 12 pack of Old Milwaukee and a half ounce of weed. She told him some dirty jokes and let him think he seduced her. It wasn’t long before Arnold moved out to be with Tammy. He even took Becky who was his biological daughter with Rhonda but he left her older daughter Heather behind. Tammy played house with Arnold for a few weeks and insisted he buy her all new furniture and clothes. Once she drained his bank account and lorded her conquest over Rhonda she started to instigate fights with Arnold and pretend to have a headache to avoid sex. She started cheating on him with his best friend openly and then finally accused him of being creepy with Harley and kicked him out. Tammy flirted with, manipulated and eventually took Arnold back two more times over the course of six months just to prove to Rhonda that she could and repeated the same drama of flirting with him shamelessly to seduce him and then once she had him treating him like shit and kicking him out after she sucked his savings dry - only much worse. She even had him max out credit cards and payday loans to buy her a ring that she promptly pawned for half of what Arnold had paid for it. Tammy had forgotten most of this because she had actually done much worse to two other guys from the trailer park in recent years named Sammy and Douglas. Douglas had been Gabby’s husband of nine years and Sammy was a local pastor that left his wife and smoked crack downtown after Tammy finished with him. Gabby didn’t hold a grudge about Douglas and didn’t want him back but it didn’t stop her from using it as an occasional reason to discipline Tammy. Mr. Mcdonald was doing a skip trace for Sammy’s ex-wife to see if she would be interested in meeting Tammy for payback. “I don’t know why I agreed to this. Three weeks is a long time,” Rhonda was skeptical. She considered the tan, sexy MILF body that was naked at her door step. Rhonda had seen Tammy around the trailer park getting spanked and doing chores and heard all the rumors about what was going on in the trailer at night. She knew that Tammy was trying to turn over a new leaf and she herself had gone through the 12 step program after turning to alcohol when Arnold left her –so she knew about the steps to make amends with those you have wronged. She still thought Tammy may be up to something and she was frankly quite jealous of her body. “Why don’t you keep her overnight and then you can bring her back if she upsets you,” Gabby suggested kindly. “I would definitely find a use for her around my trailer,” Gabby suggested and kicked Tammy’s buttocks with her foot. Tammy accepted her treatment and let the women talk about her without saying anything. It wasn’t easy for her to keep quiet but after several weeks she had grown in self-discipline. She also knew she had wronged Rhonda and wanted to make amends. Tammyregretted her behavior but had never felt guilty about it until recently. She was also afraid that three weeks as her house slave was going to be too much but that was how long the attorney recommended after reviewing with Harley everything Tammy had done to Rhonda. “Well, do you have anything to say about this, Tammy?” Rhonda finally addressed Tammy after considering the offer Harley and Gabby had made. She would get to use her as a personal slave for three weeks and get two months of free rent if she accepted Tammy into her home. It was too good a deal to pass up but even with that Rhonda was still skeptical. Arnold had been faithful for three years and now she was concerned that with the weight she had gained he may once again leave her for Tammy. “I am sorry for all the horrible things I’ve done to you and your family. I was petty and vindictive and you were a good friend Rhonda. I thought I was hot shit and I took Arnold only to play with his emotions and use him. I owe you for the money he spent on me and for the trouble I caused. I don’t think three weeks will make it up but it is a start. If you will permit me to stay in your house, I promise to be a good girl and not to complain or make any trouble,” she meant every word of it even though it was difficult for the former bitch to feel empathy or guilt – she felt it now. “I can use someone to clean and I like the free rent,” Rhonda was still on the fence about allowing Tammy in the house. Her daughters Becky and Heather were excited about the idea and wanted Harley to join her. “If she even farts without permission or winks at Arnold feel free to spank my mom’s butt and discipline her on the spot. You can make her squat in the corner facing the wall during meal times and treat her like a dog when she isn’t cleaning,” Harley had already been over the rules and expectations several times with Rhonda and her daughters but Gabby summarized them again. “Mom knew the rules when she agreed to this and she wants to do it,” Harley explained. Mr. McDonald had suggested Tammy make amends but it was Harley who came up with this plan and Tammy agreed after a long discussion. “If Mom doesn’t do as you say then she’ll be hung by her tits and whipped so she knows this is serious,” Harley added. Tammy nodded in agreement and looked up at her former friend trying to see harmless and no longer a threat. “How do I know she isn’t just an attention whore and getting off on people looking at her hot body?” Rhonda asked skeptically. “We’ll make sure she doesn’t enjoy it,” Harley bent down and jabbed a push-pin into her mother’s nipple and made Tammy hiss with pain. “How do I know YOU aren’t lying and you get off on doing this to your mom?” Rhonda’s question was fair. Harley did enjoy putting her mother through her paces and making her pay for her past rude behavior. She also wanted to pay for her own. “If my mom fucks up I’ll be hung by my tits right alongside her, because I am responsible for her,” Harley assured her. Rhonda seemed surprised by the girls willingness to accept such an outrageous fate if her mother messed up. She fully expected Tammy to backslide and complain because Tammy was notorious as a bitch’s bitch in the trailer park. “Harley and Tammy are trying to turn over a new leaf. If Earl and her Uncle Frank told Harley to join her mother then she’d be on all fours with her at your door step,” Gabby assured Rhonda. “Arf –Arf,” Harley barked playfully and hoped that Earl and Frank wouldn’t make her do that but she knew she would if it meant going to college and she trusted their decision. She had already begun to feel so much better about herself, confident, happy, and even considerate of others – these were new feelings. Harley had always SEEMED confident before but that was usually just her insecurities driving her to over compensate by being bitch and intimidating people into leaving her alone – which she assumed was her mother’s habit as well. “I really don’t know if I should do this after all, I mean it isn’t just Arnold I am worried. I am worried about my son Ben seeing all of this,” Rhonda considered very carefully the strange offer to take her former rival into her house. “Did someone call my name?” Ben was a short, rotund boy with dark hair and a sardonic grin. “I didn’t know you had a son,” Harley said sweetly. “I wave high to you almost every day on your way to school?” Ben shrugged. He was used to not being noticed. He told her he would be going to high school next year. “I don’t see why you are worried if Ben sees,” Heather said from inside the trailer. “He has had his eyes pinned up to the window this entire time. I think he has already seen,” she giggled at her eager younger brother. “Are you naked too?” Ben asked Harley awkwardly. He had a huge crush on the older girl but he was painfully shy. “No, I just have the world’s tiniest bikini on,” she joked. She was completely naked save for a small belly chain. Ben knew she was naked but he was trying to make conversation. “Is this flap part of the swimsuit?” Ben pointed to Harley’s very large clit hood that was hanging out from between her vagina lips. Her eyes told him that she didn’t appreciate the joke. He asked if he could touch it anyway with a sense of awe on his face. “You can if you are prepared to draw back a nub,” Harley smiled at him sweetly but there was a hint that she was quite serious. He wasn’t allowed to touch her without her permission – no one was except for Earl and Frank and then only for mandatory discipline unless she agreed to permit it. Ben cleared his throat awkwardly and changed the subject. “I’ve always wanted to ask how come when you walk I can’t see your butthole – just the crack of your ass but in porno I can see a lady’s butthole from behind?” he said. His mother rolled her eyes. “I don’t have a butthole because girls don’t fart,” Harley teased him playfully. Ben called bullshit on that and pointed out his sisters farted all the time. They yelled back from the living room that they would fart on his head if he didn’t come back in and stop bothering their mother while she decided what to do. He told his sisters to stop teasing him. “If you really want to see her butthole we can make her turn around and show you,” Heather said. Harley didn’t have to do what Heather told her but she had been disciplined by her at the bus stop enough times that she generally did as she was told by Heather and called her Ma’am. “See, this is the stuff that worries me with your mom here when I am not home,” Rhonda said as she interrupted the flirtatious teasing. “You can be very clear who is in charge and you make the rules. If you don’t want him to touch my mom then all you have to do is say so and she will not let him,” Harley said and Rhonda seemed a little more convinced this may work but not completely. “Oh C’mon, can I at least rub her tummy and pat her head like a real puppy? I’ve always wanted a puppy!” Ben was half-joking. “You never showed the responsibility it takes to care for a dog,” Rhonda told him. “Well, see here is your chance to try it with a person for a short time. I make my brothers make sure she bathes, does her chores, and starts cooking at a certain time and they learn responsibility,” Harley explained. “We don’t really need a cook,” Rhonda started to say and then the others in her family loudly protested that her food wasn’t very good. “Well, I don’t think Tammy is going to be all that much of a Suzi homemaker either,” she snorted angrily. “Believe my mom was pathetic when it came to cleaning up and cooking but after a few weeks of training and having good groceries to work with she has become amazing. We’ll definitely miss her cooking. If this wasn’t for her own good, I wouldn’t want her to go,” Harley assured her and said to at least try one dinner prepared by her mother before deciding. “Come inside,” Rhonda let the three women come into the trailer since neighbors were starting to stare and she was getting tired of standing at the door. “What if she is all sweet, and hot and this super mom who does all this cooking and cleaning without complaint and everybody loves her and then after three weeks it goes back to me?” Rhonda asked. Arnold was watching football on TV and looked up with a beer in his hand. He had a dirty tank top and even dirtier pair of underwear on as the big man lounged in his EZ-chair. “You could try doing the same thing,” he smiled a yellow smile. He hadn’t shaved in several days. It was hard to imagine anyone fighting over him but he was considered one of the more handsome of the bachelor’s his age in the trailer park. This didn’t help convince Rhonda that she should allow this to happen – in fact it made her more insecure. Heather, Becky and Ben on the other hand were excited and enthusiastic about Tammy staying. “So, she is going to stay here with us for three weeks as our house pet and servant because she wants to make amends for something she did in the past. Let me ask you this then,” Rhonda had another argument to make “If she is so well behaved and considerate now then why do you guys have to discipline her and treat her like this?” she asked. “Tammy has a short memory and a cranky attitude. If you spoil her then she’ll return to her old habits. She needs a regular reminder of her place. If she does something wrong and you don’t have time to spank her, just use a push pin like this,” Gabby removed a sharp tack from her purse and stuck it in her friends nipple and pushed in. “It barely breaks the skin and keeps her on her toes,” She explained as if it was a tip. “You can’t just flip a switch and de-bitch someone of all their old habits. It is a constant struggle but I think you can handle it, Rhonda” she said. “Okay let’s just say I understand for a minute,” Rhonda shrugged and asked Harley how come she was naked. “You didn’t steal anyone’s man and you haven’t lived your mother’s life – why do you have to be naked?” she said. “I don’t HAVE to be, Ma’am. I had a choice. I have done a lot of things wrong and many of them were because of my mom’s influence but that is all on me. I always had a choice. I don’t need as much as discipline as my mom but when I fuck up then I admit it and I accept it,” Harley explained before adding the part about the college tuition. “Wait, you get a free ride to a degree and it includes housing, food, everything and all you have to do is walk around naked?” Rhonda seemed very shocked. She wasn’t interested in that for herself but she would never be able to afford to send her own kids to college and now she was jealous of the opportunity that had been offered. “There is more to it than that. I have to volunteer to work at the park and behave myself under constant monitoring but...” Harley started to explain but Rhonda cut her off. “How come Heather can’t do this?” Rhonda said excitedly of her eldest daughter. “MOM!” Heather grunted her disapproval but her sister and brother both laughed and cheered at the idea “What are you laughing about dummies? You would have to do it too! The entire Davidson family has to be naked!” Heather reminded them and they stopped laughing. “Frank isn’t naked,” Arnold scratched his nuts and then the scruff of his neck before adjusting himself in his seat and taking a drink of beer. “I can’t really speak for Mr. McDonald but if you want I can ask him about the prospects of any of you voluntary joining the program. I’ve been told they may even do it next year at the high school but I doubt it,” Harley told them. Rhonda didn’t want to be naked herself but the thought of free college for her daughter did excite her. She reluctantly agreed to let Tammy stay on a trial basis and asked what they should feed her as she took stock of the groceries. “You can feed her table scraps and tuna fish like we do at home or if she is good you can let her have what you eat,” Harley explained. The idea of her daughter telling Rhonda what she could and could not eat was extremely humiliating to Tammy – more so when she heard Rhonda chuckle. “Shall we go over the one word commands one more time before we leave?” Harley said appreciatively once Rhonda gave her provisional approval. SERVE – “Shout this out when you want Tammy to stand up and begin cleaning, cooking, greeting guests.” Example: “Tammy, get up and Serve the dinner!” PET MODE, BITCH MODE OR CRAWL: “At home we call it Bitch mode but you can call it Pet Mode or just tell her to crawl. Her default position if she isn’t doing anything is on her hands and knees in the living room waiting to be given an order or behaving like a dog.” EXAMPLE: “Tammy, get into Bitch Mode!” CORNER or SQUAT: “At home, I let my brother’s masturbate three times a day. Since I don’t want my mom to watch I tell her to Squat or Corner and she gets squats down in the closest corner and stares at the wall” EXAMPLE: “Tammy, SQUAT!” and point at the wall or she will go to the nearest wall. “Wait, your brother’s masturbate three times a day,” Rhonda was shocked by this. “Hahah, a lot less than Jeremy Jerkins does,” Heather still believed that Jeremy was a serial public masturbator even though Harley had admitted to starting that rumor. Harley even said she had started the rumor when she explained that for their own good to keep them from having unnecessary public erections they were forced to masturbate discretely at home three times a day. “Hrrmm, even Leonard?” Rhonda thought Leonard was very hunky. Her daughter’s teased her about it even though they too had a crush on Harley’s hunky brother. “Every morning before school, right after school and right after bed. We have no windows and you are free to come over anytime and watch. We don’t get privacy but that doesn’t mean I have to let my mom watch,” Harley said. “Does she get to play with herself?” Rhonda asked apprehensively. “Not unless you want her too and if you catch her please punish her immediately!” Harley looked scornfully at her mother. “Does she try it very often?” Rhonda found this idea secretly provocative. “I caught her frigging her clit like it was a scratch off ticket and she was trying to find a jackpot right before she came here,” Gabby exclaimed enthusiastically before describing in detail how she took her outside and spanked her clit while making her dance and admit she was playing with herself to people as they walked past her trailer. “So that is the kind of thing we’ll have to put up with here?” Rhonda was now not so sure she wanted this level of sexuality in her trailer anymore. She hadn’t been fully convinced and while the story was hot she wasn’t comfortable with the enthusiasm of her own family. “Tammy is tempted easily. She is more likely to stare and eavesdrop then she is to play with herself if you have consistent discipline. She was just preparing for three weeks here and I think it scared her so she was trying to take the edge off,” Gabby admitted. “Is that so? Are you skeered of living here?” Rhonda asked Tammy. “Yes Ma’am, terrified” Tammy answered quickly. “Why?” Rhonda chuckled at the notion that her attractive rival could be terrified of her. “At home with my daughter she is at school for a good part of the day and this will be the first time I spend most of my time in bitch mode. I am also a little worried you are going to kick my ass for all the rotten things I did to you, Ma’am” Tammy admitted with a very submissive tone to her voice. “I thought that you wanted me to kick your ass?” Rhonda enjoyed watching her friend struggle to find the right words to satisfy her. “I do, Ma’am. I deserve it but it doesn’t make it any easier now that I am actually here,” Tammy admitted and suddenly Rhonda realized Tammy was more nervous about this then she was –which made Rhonda feel pretty good. “Are you going to be a good doggy for me?” Rhonda asked Tammy with a patronizing tone. “Yes Ma’am,” Tammy looked up with goo-goo eyes trying to seem sweet and harmless. She genuinely wasn’t trying to get off on the wrong foot with Rhonda. “Bark then,” Rhonda chuckled and when Tammy made an arf noise she said she liked that. “From now on when you are in bitch mode you are to bark once for yes and twice for no, but I don’t want you telling me no when I ask you to do something,” Rhonda’s tits shook as her entire belly jiggled with laughter. Harley and Gabby also explained that the tail was to stay in at all times unless their mother needed to shit and could only be removed with Rhonda’s permission. Rhonda’s face turned red when Arnold said she had something like toy butt plug without the tail on the end in that bedroom and she slapped his arm to hush him up in front of their kids. Once Harley went over the other matters of care for her mother and was satisfied that Rhonda would make her own rules she and Gabby said their goodbyes. “Harley, can I ASS you a question?” Ben said as he grabbed his own butt cheeks through his corduroys and pretended to move his butt cheeks to talk to her like Ace Ventura Pet Detective. “What?” Harley turned and smirked. He reminded her of Rally and she would make a concerted effort to notice him from now on. She felt a little guilty for having overlooked him in the past. “I noticed you sat down in our kitchen and I am wondering,” Ben seemed like he regretted the question before he even asked it but went ahead anyway “How come you didn’t leave a brown circle when you got up,” he smiled awkwardly. “I told you that girl’s don’t have buttholes,” she teased him. “I can see your mother’s butthole when she crawls!” Ben smirked at her teasing but wouldn’t let her get away with the outrageous claim. “I wipe my butt and keep it clean,” Harley finally said with a serious face and walked out of their trailer door as his sister’s chided him for not knowing that and asking if he had a dirty butthole. After those three weeks were over the Donaldsons learned a lot about themselves and Rhonda and Tammy both had closure. Tammy would be invited back once a month for a weekend to spend as their house pet for the next year. Heather and Becky both joined the NIS program at their high school when they started the program and Ben applied for his senior year. The End

New School-New Rules by Doubleganger It was a very hot and humid day, so Ms. Kimberly Masters only wore a yellow summer dress and slip-on soft shoes. If any kind of light touched the garment every part of body could be seen by all. The mid-twenties teacher was a not only a nudist, but a exhibitionist. She had lived in Florida since she was a teenager, so she was used to high humidity but this was dryer. She hasn't wore a bra or undergarments since being adopted at the age of thirteen. She had sent resumes to several high schools and colleges, a new school in Arizona was the only one to respond. Since she lived so far from the college, she had her interview with the Dean via internet video chat. The teacher reported to the administrators office of the New Learning College on the day and time the letter stated. The college also provided an rent free apartment close to the campus for all their teachers. Kimberly arrived in Mr. Albert Chambers outer office at precisely 7:30 am Monday, to fill out all her employment paperwork. Kim introduced herself to Amber Smith, the Deans secretary, as Kim filled out her information the two women talked about the area and secluded places where she can work on her tan. She was directed her to enter the Dean's office at 8:45, her first assignment was to tutor a group of recent high school graduates for their entrance exam, all of which will be majoring in government studies. She was told the classroom she would be assigned was on the third floor, unfortunately that floor of the building was still under construction, also the air conditioning was not working yet. However there were several fans, also the widows could be opened, if needed. The Dean gave the new educator a tour of the campus finishing up at room 333, where she will tutor all her classes. In the back of the room were three osculating fans standing six feet high. There were twenty tables with two chairs at each one. In front of the white board was her desk, with two plies of handouts and a comfortable office chair for her to sit. Against the wall was a two tier rack full of books. The windows were closed, but the room felt comfortable. They talked until the 10:00 bell rang, in walked six boys and six girls. She was thankful it was a small class. Mr. Chambers introduced their new instructor then gave the following statement:"Congratulations on passing the physical fitness part of your entrance exams. For the next seven school days, which included this Saturday you will attend class. Next Tuesday at 9:00 will be your entrance exam. Ms. Masters will cover everything that will be on this test not just your major. You will be given four hours to complete this exam, after which you will be allowed to go home. Your final grade will be handed out Wednesday afternoon, anyone who fails will have to wait six months to retake this class and exam." They asked if they understood, if they had any questions don't be shy to ask your instructor, she is more than capable to answer them. All twelve students acknowledged they understood. Mr. Chambers then left the class in her capable hands. "Before we begin our lessons, lets open some windows, then we'll start with the Constitution and Bill of Rights with additional amendments. Then go onto the Arizona's state law, finally we'll discuss when and where it is legal you may be clothed or unclothed in this state." A girl in the front row wearing a white sun dress raised her hand, Ms. Masters told her to stand introduce herself and ask her question. When she stood the fans blew the bottom of her dress up, showing her teacher she had no panties, pubic hair, or tan-lines. "My name is Sara Walters. Since our gym classes are held in the nude would she allow the class to remain nude, if we open the windows the dry heat will only make the room more uncomfortable?" "I knew from the school's brochures that all gym classes and sports are held in the nude and were co-ed. It didn't mention anything about the academic classes though, I think this will be a interesting demonstration of democracy in action. All in favor of the entire class sitting nude through-out the next seven days, please raise your hands?" All twelve students raised a hand, saying aye. "All apposed?" The room was silent and still. "Motion carried, everyone may disrobe now, please fold your clothes on the tables at the rear of the room and place your shoes under that desk." As the students disrobed and folded their clothes, Kim informed the class that she will do the same, placing her shoes and dress in the bottom draw of her desk. When everyone was seated Kim walked around the room giving each two handouts; one was a copy of the Constitution with all the Bill of Rights and amendments, the other a copy of the Arizona state laws this included the newly adapted public nudity laws. The twelve students were comfortable seeing each other nude, for they spent the last two weeks preparing and taking their physical fitness qualifications. This may be a new college, but to be admitted it was the strictest in the country. Kim was very familiar with this publication, because she had been mailed a copy of it with her acceptance letter, if she didn't wish to work in a state that permitted nudity all she need to do was contact Mr. Chambers, the college Dean of Admissions. She called him anyway they talked for over two hours, she was open and honest about her open nudist lifestyle, asking the limits she was allowed with her students. He told her plain, take them as far as they are willing to go. Kim was proud to show off her all-over tan and hairless vulva, she was glad one of the students asked to hold class nude. She was planning to introduce a motion when they got around to the nudity laws of the state of Arizona. This also gave her a chance to check out her students nude on the first day of class. She noticed all her students sat with their legs open, four of which had no hair on their pubic area. Then she sat on her desk with open legs, to begin her first lesson. About a hour into her lesson, she had learned half her students names, by having them stand, give their names, then ask or answer questions that arose. She gave them a fifteen minute break, advising them since we are the only class on the third floor this week, they may continue to stay nude and use any bathroom they wanted. She also had to relieve her self, all thirteen walked down the hall, Kim went into the male's bathroom with the rest of the class following. She stood in front of a urinal, spread her pussy lips and hit the target with ease. The pupils that could see clearly looked in awe on how she was able to do that. Back in the classroom, Kim sat on her desk, she asked if their were any questions thus-far. There were none, so she gave them a choice of either a pop quiz or continue to the next lesson? Confident with their knowledge they choose the quiz. Kim was well prepared taking out a pad she had wrote questions when she prepared this lesson. She told them if they get the wrong answer there would be a penalty, the class agreed after thinking it over for a few minutes. She asked each student only one question on the material she had covered. Kim moved her chair to the side of her empty desk, sitting in a most un-lady-like position. Then asked the first question to a girl named Suzy:( Attention readers, lets see how many you know?) "Question 1- Which amendment abolished slavery?" She answered the twelfth. "Close it is the thirtieth." (How many of you reading this knew that?) Her penalty was to kneel on Kim's desk, hands behind her head, legs open wide, so the entire class could see her genitalia until the end of the test. "2- Name the original thirteen colonies?" "Delaware, Georgia, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Maryland, New Hampshire, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, North Carolina, South Carolina, Rhode Island, and Virginia." "Correct." "3- Which was the first colony and the year it was founded?" "Virginia, in 1607." "Correct." "4- Which was the first State and the Month and Year it gained Statehood?" "Delaware, December 1787." "Correct." "5- In which state or states did George Washington live during his terms as the President of United States?" "President Washington lived in New York City for his first sixteen months, then occupied the President's house in Philadelphia from November 1790 to March 1797. "Correct." "6- Which was the last colony to become a State and the Year?" "Rhode Island, 1790." "Correct." "7- What Month, Day, and Year did Arizona become a State?" "February 14, 1912." "Correct." "8- What states border with Arizona?" "New Mexico, Utah, Nevada, California, Mexico, and Colorado." "So close, Mexico is not part the United States." "Mary, why don't you join Suzy on my desk, there is not much room so your legs and bodies will have to be on top and against each other." Mary showed embarrassment when her hands and body touched another girl for the first time, but Suzy smiled as her pussy dripped on the desk as the two girls showed the class their attributes. Kim made a note, this could be useful for a class later in the week. "9- Where is the four corners monument located and what states could be seen?" "On the Colorado Plateau west of Highway 160 southwest of Cortez, Colorado. You could see Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and Utah." "Excellent, well done." Then she came to a boy named Sam Walters. He is Sara's twin brother. She decided to lighten the tension and throw him a curve. "I could tell that you and Sara are identical twins; who's older and by how many minutes?" Sam stammered for a long second answering; "Sara is by only two minutes!" Kim giggled telling Sam that she was just curious and that wasn't his question. The whole class laughed, including Suzy, Mary, Sara, and Sam. "Now Sam, all kidding aside. Please think before you answer; you may check your notes, but not your sisters or anyone else's, this is a tough one." "10- What month, day, and year was the Constitution rectified?" Kim scanned the room, all had a blank expression while checking their notes, except Sara, she was smiling and covering her closed notebook. After three minutes, Sam had no answer. The beautiful nude teacher told him to just take a guess. He knew that not all the delegates were not at the signing, it had to take months and many years to get the document to all the colonies, then back to Pennsylvania by horseback. Then it had to be voted on. So he stood up straight and said:"I know this is wrong, please don't penalize me to harshly; August 21, 1785." "Good try my boy, for extra credit who knows the answer?" Very confidently Sara was the first to raised her hand, she stood up straight answering:"June 21,1788." "Correct Sara, in addition to your extra credit points, you get to choose Sam's penalty." (Bet you didn't know this either.) What Kim didn't know, but would soon discover that the twins have been enjoying embarrassing each other all their lives, now she would see if she could embarrass her class-mates and getting the new and exotic teacher involved. "I would like Sam to first stand in front of the class, with his legs spread even with the shoulders and hands behind his head. Then I would like everyone to hold or stroke his cock and balls for at least three minutes." One boy in the back of the room blurted out without raising his hand:"I object; It is against the law for someone to embarrass a person in public in any manner, or force one person to have sexual contact with another person of the same or opposite sex or gender." "Your out of order, Dale Jenkins. First of all, you must raise your hand and not speak until I give you permission to ask your question. Second, There is no amendment in the Constitution, or in the federal or state law of Arizona concerning embarrassment or sexual preference. But, your argument was well worded. Either you do as directed or you will be penalized for not following class-room protocol." "I-Please accept my apology for my outburst. I-I'll obey the rules of the class-room protocol. I will accept the c-consequences for my actions!" Kim told the boy and the class that there will no punishment for Dale's outburst this time. However the next time anyone speaks out of turn the punishment will be extreme. Sam took his spot without question; then one-by one, each student was called by name, doing as Sara requested. When it was Dale's turn he closed his eyes holding Sam's erect appendage loosely, Kim told Dale that was no way to hold a penis, closing his hand snugly around the shaft with one hand and rolling his balls with the other, until his time had expired. Kim gave Dale an additional ten minutes, as a punishment, because he tried to pull a fast one over on her. Sara got her wish, Dale was turning all different shades of red. Suzy was glad to stretch her legs and played with Sam's hot cock until she had to get back on the desk. Mary was also shy, but was very curious how a male's cock and balls felt like. Sara took her turn last, as she stroked her favorite toy, she kissed him full on the month, he responded by kissing her back using his tongue. Kim had to pull them apart telling them she needed to see them after class was done for the day. "Sorry teach! Its just that Sam and I cant keep our hands off each other. Now its your turn, he has a thing for older woman. Look at that hard cock, I bet you'd love to give him a blow-job and swallow his thick white cum, I could vouch for its taste." Kim gave this offer deep thought. In the college's teaching guidelines it stated this is a progressive campus, instructors may use their own judgment for awarding and disciplining students. Mr. Chambers also said she could take her students as far as they are willing. With a smile on her face she knelt in front of Sam, with her legs open she gave the class a great view of her pussy and butt-hole. Just using her tongue she licked his rod, nuts, and tight exit. Then opened her mouth and sucked him down her esophagus. Kim's mouth and tongue had him shoot off in two minutes flat, swallowing every drop. Sam had never been deep throated before, his orgasm made his legs weak and exhausted, so Sara had to put him back in his seat. Without missing a beat, Kim gave the next question to a boy named Joe Davies. "11- Joe what are the Eighteenth and Twenty-first amendments?" "The 18th prohibited the sale of alcoholic beverages, and the 21st repeals the 18th." the boy responded minutes later. "Correct; that was very good, and he didn't need his notes for that." The last one went to Sara. "12- What month and year did President John Adams move into the White House in Washington, D.C. And what was his wife's name?" "President Adams moved into the unfinished White House in June,1800; his wife first name was Abigail." "Very good. My, I do have a bunch of smart students in my class. I have one more question for the whole class. This one may or may not be on your final. Raise your hand if you know the answer, no looking at your books or notes." "Who was the author of the Bill of Rights and when was it rectified? There were a lot of groaning and head scratching. This was the toughest one so far. Not even Sara knew this. Ms. Kim let them ponder this for four long minutes. "Okay, times up; the answer is, James Madison - December 15, 1791. I would have been surprised if anyone got this one right. Suzy, you may take you seat now. Mary stay where you are until I tell you may take your seat." (All answers to these question are correct. If you have any doubt Goggle it!) "Before we continue, I'd like to tell you a little about myself. As you can see I have an all-over tan and very comfortable showing my nude body in public. Over the next seven days I will ask all of you to be just as open about yourselves. Sit back and relax, here's my story." ************************************************* "I was raised sheltered by strict religious parents. When I was twelve my parents and brother were killed in an auto accident, I spent six months in the hospital. When I was released I had no where to go, so the nurse that cared for me let me live with her. That's when I found out she lived in a full nudist building. It was strange at first, but I soon adjusted living clothes-free. On my thirteenth birthday she legally adopted me giving me her last name." "We relocated to a private compound in south-west Florida, which everyone lived clothes-free. I became sexually aware shortly after my arrival, enjoying both females and males. The grounds had licensed teachers living there, so we never had to dress for class. I received my high school diploma at the age of seventeen. The nearest college was one hundred and fifty miles away, so my new-mother allowed me to live on campus for eight years, six of which to get my masters in education. Of course, I went home for the holidays. I was very lucky my dorm was co-ed, males and females on every floor, the bathroom and showers were uni-sex. We were allowed to go nude on the upper floors if we wanted, but couldn't leave the floor unless females had their tits and pussy covered. Also the males had to have something over their cocks." "Four times a year the college sponsored a 5K nude run to raise money for a local charity, anyone participating in the run was allowed to remain nude the entire day anywhere on campus. Two months after arriving I had my first run, the dorms administrator was proud that everyone decided to run, as a reward he said that the dorm would be clothes-free from now on. The only time any of us wore clothes is when we left the dorm. Two of my professors required the entire class enter the room nude, we were to leave all clothing outside the door, lockers, or in our dorms, to prevent cheating. I couldn't tell you how many clothes I lost those first months. When the Dean discovered that everyone's clothes were stolen from in front of class-rooms and our dorms, the college administrators gave us permission to be nude on campus. When our clothes turned up in someones possession, they were denied clothing until they graduated and punished. They were embarrassed having to go naked showing off their bright red backsides after their weekly paddling." "I remained there another two years to get my credentials to teach in the lower forty-eight states. In my last year of school, I sent resumes to ten colleges and three high schools. NLC was the only school to reply, saying they would hire me with a video chat interview. My mom and friends at the compound gave me a graduation/going away party and a new car. I took my time driving here, and I didn't wear a thing until I parked in front of my new apartment." ************************************************ After Ms. Kim finished the class stood and applauded. A girl in the middle of the room raised her hand, Ms. Kim told her to stand, state her name, and ask her question. "My name is Brenda Barton. I enjoyed your story, I am curios when you ran the 5k what number did you finish, also how old you were the first time you had sex with a girl and a boy? Also how badly did it hurt when he tore your hymen and how it felt?" "Brenda, I will be happy to answer your all questions, but you will have to honest with me when I ask you questions in return. I ran in every race on campus, I didn't do well my first time, finishing 200 out of 2500. With the help of my friends and the track coach I practiced every chance I had. I improved every time. My best finish was in my senior year finishing first in all four races." "My first time with an another girl was three days after moving to the nudist compound. My next door neighbor and I were relaxing on the grass by the pool, she asked me if I ever kissed a girl. I told her no and how I was raised. I also told her I had seen girls touching and kissing and wondered what felt like to do that. Without asking she pressed her lips to mine, shortly we were touching. Our moms had to throw cold water on us because we didn't hear them calling us. I was embarrassed, but mom said that it was alright, just as long as it felt good. After dinner, I asked mom if Suzy could spend the night, so she could teach me more about girl-girl sex. Mom said she was fine with us having sex, only if Suzy's mom said she can. First we took a shower together, spending the night in my bed with the door open. I have to tell you eating pussy for the first time was the best experience in my life." "My first male was on the first day of school two months later, at lunch the girls were talking about the boys they had sex with over the summer. When I said I never been with boy, they teased me and I ran away crying. Suzy followed me outside, she held and comforted me; our teacher followed sitting with us. I couldn't talk, so she told him what happened. He held me in his strong arms, I cried on his shoulder until I composed myself. My mom worked at the first aid station, so he called her, as Suzy held me while I sucked her nipples." "Minutes later, he told Suzy to go back to school, another teacher will finish the class. He took my hand and we walked and talked, until we went into a bungalow. It was small, only with a big bed, sink, fridge, stove, and toilet. He told me what he and mom talked about, it was up to me if I would award him with the most precious gift any woman could give a man? I told him yes, please, he took his time, he ate me out until I had cum several times. Then he taught me how to give oral to a male and tasting his cum. After we rested he licked me again before he entered me for the first time, I never felt my hymen tear away, we orgasmed together. We fucked two more times, then once in the morning, before taking a shower outside. He treated me to breakfast, then we walked to school. That bungalow was his place, I had many encounters with him and other men and women until I left for college." "For your last question, being intimate with another person is the best feeling a person could experience, regardless if it is with a male or female. The important thing to remember is you both have to enjoy the experience, not just one of you." "Brenda you will reciprocate after lunch. Now please turn to page 35 of the Arizona state laws on public nudity. Read it to yourself, if you need to use the restroom just go ahead. After lunch we will discuss this chapter and Brenda will answers my questions. Sara please give Mary her book." Kim sat back and re-read that chapter, running a finger up and down between her soaking pussy-lips. As she was reading the door opened, Mr. Chambers asked to see her in the hallway. She quickly removed her hand from between her open legs, stood and walked out of the room, as her students sat open mouth and stunned. The Dean told her that he was checking the security cameras and wanted to why he saw her and her students walking nude in the hall and why she had a naked female student with her legs wide open on top of her desk? As Kim explained what accrued, her juices were running down her left leg. She added that since they were the only ones on the floor she saw no harm remaining nude all morning. He told her since it was a unanimous discussion he would allow it, but all of you must be dressed when leaving the floor for lunch. She agreed going back in the room, thankful that he didn't mention her fingering herself in front of her class. The class wanted to know if she was in trouble? She told them no, so far we are all good, but we better have our clothes on when leave the floor for lunch. Ms. Kim also told them to not to worry and concentrate on their reading assignment. After a few minutes she stood, to take a rather extended bathroom stop. Back in the class-room, Sara wanted to know if it was possible of attending college and living the rest of her life clothes-free? All twelve students would like to try it, just to piss off the religious fanatics and city officials that think nudist are troublesome. Kim told the class we will discuss it in detail this afternoon. Then told the class to dress for lunch and be back naked and ready at 2:00pm. Kim slipped on her spaghetti strap dress; taking her purse and lunch out of the desk draw. She walked barefoot to the courtyard with the rest of the class to enjoy the sun. As Kim passed Sam and Sara, she noticed the girls dress was hiked up to her waist, while her brothers cock was out. Sara was telling the truth they couldn't keep their hands off each other and didn't care who saw. The educator sat under a tree and was soon joined by Albert Chambers. He noticed that her short dress allowed him the vision of her smooth wet genitalia. Kim gave him a better view by lifting the hem higher, then broached the subject that her class was interested in living nude for life. He said the college's board of governors has recently authorized this campus as clothing optional. Since our gym teachers preferred to be nude all the time they received their wristbands this morning. Lets go to my office for a chat and the applications. In his office, the Dean told her how nudist became accepted in Arizona. Then Kim was handed the forms, she told him to make it thirteen, she is more comfortable living nude as she did at home. He asked her to leave the dress with him, she may spend the rest of the day unencumbered by textiles. She smiled looking the older man straight in the eyes, easing the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Kim turned, bend at the waist, picking up the thin garment, giving her boss a good view of both her lower holes, and shaking her bottom. When she placed it on his desk, her tits were only inches from his face. With a smile and twinkle in her eye the teacher thanked her boss for allowing her to be comfortable and the applications, she turned and walked slowly back to her class-room, wiggling her tight ass. She knew he'd have to get relief before coming up to her class-room. Before she left his office the Dean said he and campus security bring the bands to her class-room at 3:00 today. Kim stopped at the restroom on the third floor first; the show she put on for the Dean had her blood and juices running, so she satisfied herself before going back to her class-room. When her class saw that she was already nude they were taken aback. The teacher was glad to see Mary perched as she was before lunch, legs wide, hands behind her head on her desk. Then she walked around the room placing one contract in- front of each student. "Good afternoon class, I hope you had a good lunch. I had a pleasant chat with the Dean, he had requested I leave my dress with him and spend the rest of the day naked. Mary, you may take your seat now, thank you for resuming the position you were in before lunch. "Before we read this two page document, we must discuss the chapter which allowed residents of the state to legally be nude outside or in certain buildings, also how nudist have been harassed since the early 1980's. Kim kept this discussion short, only about twenty minutes. "Brenda, before we continue I would like to know why you wanted to know about my early sex life, could it be that you would like to make love to female and you are still a virgin? Don't be shy, we are all friends here. I am sure you are not alone." Brenda blushed a crimson, wondering how the teacher figured out her deepest secret. She stood and confessed to the class. "Ms. Masters, yes it is true. I long to kiss and make love to my best friend; we have had many sleepovers and seen each other naked. We even told each other secrets and fantasies about boys. The dreams I have about her I kept to myself. I just don't know how to tell her I find her attractive, I hope she feels the same. I don't want to loose her friendship." "Yes, it is also true that I am a virgin. I've heard stories that the first time is very painful and most woman do not enjoy the experience at all, also the boy never want to see you again. I don't want that to happen to me." Then the girl began to cry, falling to her seat covering her head on the table. Kim went over to the girl, helped her to her feet and walked her into the hall and to the closest bathroom Kim held her until she stopped. The teacher told her things a mother should tell a daughter, just as the woman who adopted her did for her. Kim found out that Brenda and her mother never talked, a teacher had to tell her about her changes and period, because all her parents did was drink and party. Kim also told her if she ever needed to talk she would be here for her. They both washed up, then went back to class. "Now we will read and discuss the document in front you, if you agree please sign it. I will be keeping you much later then normal, for we have much to get through to stay on schedule. Suzy, you may start to read the first paragraph." Ms. Masters had each student read one paragraph until they reached the bottom of page two. This contract consisted of fifteen rather long paragraphs, she could tell it was written by at least two or three lawyers. Then asked for a student to explain what was said in plain English. The same six students raised their hands. "Put your hands down, I expect 100% Participation in class. So from now on, I will choose one of you to answer, if you are wrong you will be receive a punishment." Kim scanned the room she noticed two students each sitting by themselves on opposite sides in the back of the room hoping against hope not to be picked to answer. Neither had raided their hand all day, but knew the answers during the quiz. She pointed to the girl looking out the window, asking her to stand, state her name and tell the class what she thought the document is about. As the shy girl slowly stood revealing her stiff pink nipples and damp hairy pussy. She used her desk to keep balance. "My n-name is S-Sally Sanders, I just turned sixteen six weeks ago. I skipped one grade in junior high, then graduated high school in three years, which is why I never met my class-mates until the first day in gym. This nudism is all new for me; I also am a virgin having been sheltered, Sam's penis was the first I ever touched. My parents don't know I had to attend gym class nude. I was frightened at first, but grew to enjoy showing others my naked body and seeing others the same." "The document in question is a contract between the state and a particular person. In short it allows the undersigned to go anywhere in this State nude without arrest or persecution for their entire life. In the State of Arizona, the legal age of consent is sixteen qualifying us as adults. Therefor we are able to sign contracts, stay out past curfew on non-school nights, getting married, and voting in elections, so all of us can sign it without our parents consent. Also, all clothing must be removed from your lockers, car and home. In my case, I live with strict parents, who believe it is wrong to be naked anytime. If I go home as I am, they will kick me out or lock me in my room for the rest of my life. I wish I could move away from them." "Thank you for your honesty Sally, that was a little more than I asked for. You may take your seat now. We'll talk later, I will see what I can do for you. All in favor of agreeing to this contract you may fill in the application, sign, and date it. When the Dean and chief of security arrive we will call you up, so you could receive your permanent wristband." "Now the boy in the back, stand, tell the room your name and tell us if Sally left anything out and what it is?" "Bobby Franks, yes, she did leave something out. But it isn't in the contract or the state law book you gave us. Those who wear the wristband are considered licensed nudist and not allowed clothing at any time regardless of weather; with the exception of footwear outside if they wish. When they enter a structure of any kind, nudists must be barefoot. Also all body hair must be removed from the neck to toe, within twenty-four hours after the bands are permanently attached. Females head hair must not pass the shoulder when wet and/or loose, Males must have a military style haircut and may grow a mustache as long as it kept neat and trim without permission." "Thank you Bobby, that is good information. How do you know of this?" "My aunt's new job required it's employees to be licensed nudist. It's a long story, I'd be happy to share it when we have time. My mom and I went to her banding, it was a month before school started, it was the first time we saw each other nude, because even the guest had to be nude before entering the hall. She let me read the banding law. It also stated that it is slow going, but the Governor would want the entire state to eventually be banded." Just as Bobby finished talking; in walked Dean Chambers and the Campus Security Chief, Stacy Richards smiling from ear to ear. They rolled in a large container and a box of wristbands. All the applications were passed to the front of the room. Then the two adults removed all their clothes, Chief Richards told them during the banding ceremony everyone must be nude. Kim Masters volunteered to be the first to be inspected by the female security officer, she recorded her measurements including inside and out of both her lower holes, she even checked her teeth and gums. Kim had one tattoo of a bluebird on her left ankle. A digital photograph was taken and documented on the contract, then a titanium band was attached to her right wrist with a number and date, the number was also added to the contract. One by one each student was called up by name, inspected, and banded in the same manner as their teacher. The males were to achieve full erections then measured both in length and girth, which Stacy was happy to do using her mouth. Each was also handed the Nudist for Life Guide-Book. Only three students possessed tattoos; Suzy had a long stem rose on her left butt-check going down her leg to the back of her knee. Sara and Sam had a three by nine inch blank scroll on their backs just above the buttocks. Photos were taken and documented. Stacy signed as inspector, as Al signed as witness. "Congratulation on being the first students to be licensed nudist on campus. You all look beautiful in your natural state. We hope you will spread the word to your family, friends and school-mates so others may enjoy the freedom you do now. Chief Richards and myself have been raised nudists, so we have decided to be banded today with all of you as witnesses." With that said, Stacy inspected the Dean; he possessed only one tattoo, it was the Marine Corps emblem over his heart. She took a photo and documented as with all the others. She didn't hesitate in giving her long time lover an erection in public, finally she affixed the band to his wrist. Kim signed the contract as witness. Then Albert inspected Stacy, her sex region was hairless, so the first tattoo he noticed was the Navy emblem just above her clitoris. The Security Chief also had two others, crossed anchors on the inside of her left wrist and a butterfly on the small of her back. But Albert knew every inch of her body, and just how to make her wet. Mr. Chambers attached her band, as Ms. Masters was asked again to sign as the witness. Stacy Richards stood in front of the class, proudly displaying her fit body, firm breasts and dripping wet bald pussy. She made a the first of many speeches as per law. "Now that we all are banded, please deposit your clothes in this bin. You have twenty-four hours to remove all body hair, as it is classified to be coverings. Also bag all your clothes at home and either put them on the sidewalk for trash or donate them to the charity of your choice. I have your addresses on file, there will be a detail to inspect your homes after school tomorrow. Please remember not to flaunt your nudism, pretend you are fully attired." Before the Dean and Security Chief departed the room, a pile of applications were left on the teachers desk. Kim ordered a twenty minute break. Upon their return she spent the next three hours on math. Before she dismissed the class she told Bobby he could tell his story first thing tomorrow, then told the class to be back the next day at 8:00 am to continue their lessons. As they walk out of the room with shoes and books in hand; she asked Sara, Sam, Brenda, and Sally to remain behind for a private little chat. "I've asked the four of you to remain to discuss my observations during class. First, Sara and Sam, just how long have the two of you been sexual active, also if you don't mind what else do you enjoy besides embarrassing one another and others?" "To be honest Ms. Kim, Sam and I have been raised nude since we were out of diapers. We were given a sexual education very young, since our parents never hide their sex life from us teaching us how to pleasure them and each other. On our tenth birthday I gave my cherry to daddy and Sam gave his to mom. We talked with friends and found books with all different kinds of sex including the kinky stuff, we had to try it all. Mom and dad caught us experimenting bondage with our best friends, they showed us just how tie each other without causing too much pain or leaving marks, and how pleasurable it can be. They didn't care who we did it with, just as long they agreed and didn't get hurt or get anyone pregnant. Beside we don't own that many clothes." "Interesting upbringings, we have two with an open sexual lifestyle and two very smart shy young ladies raised in a strict religious manner. Sally and Brenda were shown that the human body is more comfortable without coverings; taking the biggest step of riding themselves of them for life with the knowledge that they may never see their family ever again." "Sally and Brenda since you are now officially legal nudist, your parents would probably disown you. If you wish we'll have the Dean call your parents telling them the news. If they don't want you, I'll let you spend the night. Maybe one of your friends will allow you to take you in and live with them, we'll also check if the college will help you find a part-time job? The decision is yours, I am sure the twins would be happy to tell you how good it feels to be nude all the time?" Sally spoke first: "Ms. Kim, there's no need for the twins to convince me, when I was told my gym uniform was to be only my skin, I was afraid I was going to be made fun of because I was so pale, even struck down dead because of my beliefs." "But none of that happened, I began to relax and enjoy myself for the first time in my life. By the second day I knew I was lied to all my life, I couldn't wait to come to school and get naked. I wanted to leave home, but I had nowhere to go. Now I have no choice, I'd gladly take you up on your kind offer. I would take any job to pay my way to live naked." Then Brenda tried to speak, stuttering, as she began to cry again. The group cuddled her until her tears dried. "Brenda, I know how you feel, realizing that your parents don't care about what you think or feel is hard, you heard what I said in class we are two of a kind, we did what felt right for us. We are all here for you." "Sally is right, if you need some place to live I am sure our mom and dad would be happy to take you in temporally, plus living with us may give you the confidence you need about asking your best friend how she feels about sleeping together." "Sara that is nice of you to open your home to a class-mate, I think you should ask your parents before making that offer. Sam, why don't you take a few forms for your family and close friends. Sally, Brenda, and I need to make some changes in her school records and break the news to their families before we leave the school." Kim walked the girls first to student records to change their address and emergency contact info, then to security. Along the way to the Dean's office several teachers told the women to put some clothes on, all the did was show them their titanium bracelets and kept walking. In the Deans office, Kim told him about Brenda and Sally's predicament. Both teenagers sat naked with her legs open and their apple sized breasts on display. They held hands talking about how their life changed so quickly and for the better. "Ms. Masters, the board knew that some parents would not understand the new laws. I would be happy to talk their parents about their decision. If they can not see their way clear of having a nudist in their house, both are of legal age to move out on their own. I will look around for a part time job for them that will hire a nudist." Dean Chambers looked up their numbers. With the phone on speaker, he talked with Sally's for twenty minutes. The conversation went as expected, the parents refused to listen to a word Chambers said. The father demanded he cut the band off and send his daughter home dressed. He will be dis-enrolling her and sending her to his pastor for retraining. Then he hung up before the Dean could tell him she had signed a life-long contract and the band could never be removed. Sally began to cry and stammer: "I-I don't want to live with a b-bunch of l-lairs a-and h-hypocrites. I-I hate w-wearing the c-clothes he makes me wear, I-I can't b-breathe in them. P-Please d-don't make me go b-back to him. If I have to I'll live on the street with the bums and h-hookers. I-I'll sell my c-c-cherry to the highest b-bidder, if I have to. I-I'll do w-whatever it takes to pay my tuition." Kim sat next to her young charge, holding her head to her firm breast to comfort her. Sally's mouth was over the teachers nipple and began to suckle. Kim smiled saying nothing about it. "There there, let it all out honey, your parents can't make you do anything you don't want to, your of legal age. I told you you could live with me, you don't have to sell yourself. I have a nice apartment with two bedrooms and a patio where we can work on our all-over tans. You can fix up your room anyway you wish." As Kim comforted Sally, Albert called Brenda's house, the woman answered stumbling over her words. When the Dean told her that her daughter signed a contract to be naked for life, the woman just laughed saying you can keep her, we don't want her and hung up the phone. Brenda began to cry again, stuttering "Nobody loves me, I have no place to go like Sally. I think maybe Sally and I should just go sleep in the cemetery because we are dead to the world." Albert Chambers left them alone, closing the door behind him. Sally and Brenda wrapped their arms around the older woman, holding her close, both cried for over ten minutes. When they calmed down, Kim dried the girls eyes and blew their noses, they walked to the nearest restroom. Kim knew where she was taking them, it was the male locker room. The three women went in the shower, the girls just stood there, as Kim washed them from head to toe. When the trio were dry, they walked out of the school barefoot, leaving their books and shoes in the class-room. In the parking lot, the night breeze coated the women's naked bodies, Sally and Brenda suddenly had butterflies in their stomachs, but Kim relished the feeling. The teacher couldn't wait to get home a take a swim in the complex's outdoor pool. They saw Sara and Sam standing next to a blue SUV, calling them over, Sara introduced her father to the three women. Mr. Walters shook their hands and said his family would gladly allow Brenda to live at their home at no charge until she could find a place of her own. The girl never thought so many people would care for her and began to cry. They said goodbye, with Brenda sitting between her new friends in the back seat, holding her as she cried. This time they were tears of joy. Kim thought to herself; With all the tears these two girls were putting out, it could fill the reservoir and stop the water shortage. As they climbed into Kim's car, Sally's father and pastor drove into the parking lot. The men were screaming at the two nude woman. The pastor stopped his car in front of Kim's, calling them all kinds of slanderous names while Mr. Sanders attempted to drag his naked daughter away. Suddenly, three police cruisers appeared out of nowhere with lights and sirens blaring. Two officers put the men in separate cars, taking away Mr. Sanders and the fowl mouth pastor. Kim and Sally just stood and laughed as their tits bounced in their face. After the lights and wailing faded away Kim took her new best friend to her new home.

Nude Day - Laura's Story by aaron1944© Laura looked across the table at Cindy. The girls had just finished their shift at the diner where they worked. "Do you know what Jack wants us to stay behind for?" Laura asked, sipping on the glass of orange juice she had just poured for herself. Cindy shrugged. "I've no idea unless he wants to discuss some new working conditions, or maybe a pay raise." Laura laughed. "You have got to be joking." They watched as Jack, the owner of the diner, dropped the latch on the door and came over to their table. He was carrying an open bottle of wine and three glasses. He pulled up a chair and poured out three glasses of wine. Laura couldn't remember the last time Jack had shared a bottle of wine with them after work. There must be some problem, she thought to herself. He seemed a little unsure where to start. "I need to talk to you about something." The two of them looked at him expectantly. He took a drink of his wine. "It's about next week." The girls looked at each other, puzzled. "Next week?" Laura asked. "What's happening next week?" "It's National Nude Day," he said, slowly. The two girls looked at each then back at Jack. "So?" they said in unison. Jack looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. "I was wondering if...." He stopped and looked at them. Then it dawned on Laura. She looked at him. "And you want us....." He nodded before she got the words out. "To join in," he said. Then it came out in a rush. He was still embarrassed. "I was wondering if you two would be willing to join in. I would make it worth your while." There was silence in the empty restaurant. The girls stared at each other. Laura didn't know what Cindy was thinking but she was secretly excited by the idea, although she did not want to show it, well, not at this stage at least. She remembered back to last year's event. It had caused a mild sensation in the small town of Pollington when the owner of one of the town's two service stations had celebrated National Nude Day by having Molly, his attractive and well endowed forecourt assistant, serve fuel to the local motorists absolutely starker's. Before the event Molly was already a well loved attraction around Pollington with her stunning figure and long natural blond hair, and the subject of lust and sexual interest to most of the red blooded male population of the small town. Having her display herself naked for a full day had been an unbelievable attraction. Business at the service station had been very slow after National Nude Day, as almost every male in the town had called in at the station and ogled at her fantastic figure as she filled up their cars to capacity. Laura remembered she had been dating Michael at the time and they too had called in for petrol. They had joined the queue of cars waiting for fuel. It had excited her to see all the guys parked in line watching the naked Molly as she filled up their cars. Laura's pussy had become quite wet by the time they pulled out of the garage, and she knew she would have dearly loved to have been in Molly's place. The whole scene had excited them both so much that sex was a little extra special that evening when they arrived home. Cindy, it seemed, was not too happy about the idea at first, but when Jack went on to mention the financial attractions, like the extra pay and the tips, her ears perked up. Laura knew he was keen to get them to do it, so she made out she too was reluctant and managed to get him to put up another £250 each. "Think of all the added free advertising you are going to get out of it," she said. Jack knew she was right so in the end he agreed. Cindy was still not too sure about the whole idea and she expressed her worries as Laura drove her home. "I'm still not sure I can do it," she said, "even with Jack giving us all the extra cash." Laura told her, "Don't be silly, it will be great fun. Sleep on the idea and let me know how you feel in the morning." Laura suspected that in the end she would agree. Michael called her up when she got home. He was working away at the moment and he usually rang her every evening. When she told him about the National Nude Day, he was extremely excited about the idea as she had known he would be. He got a kick out of her exhibiting her charms to other guys and they had played the game often. Afterwards, the sex was always incredible. "I'm going to make sure I'm home on that day," he said. "I wouldn't miss that for the world." They both laughed. That night Laura lay in bed thinking about what it would be like to parade naked in front of all the customers, all those horny truckers, and all the guys she knew from around town who would certainly be in to get an eyeful of what was on display. She felt herself getting hot and randy just at the thought. She wished Michael was here to help her out. She reached into the drawer of her bedside table and her hand closed around the cool plastic of her favorite toy. She sighed as she eased the hard head between her damp pussy lips and groaned as it slid easily into the warm wetness. The following day Laura was pleased when Cindy informed her that after some thought she had decided to go along with the idea. She still had some concerns, but Laura assured her that she would look after her. Jack was also well pleased with the girl's decision and he immediately got on with organizing some advertising for the event. Not only was he pleased about the huge increase in business that would come from the event, but also the thought of spending the whole day working with Laura and Cindy displaying their naked charms around the place was making him hard already. Jack had secretly fancied Laura ever since she came to work for him, and he never got tired of looking at her, especially when she was leaning over in those enticing low cut tops she wore that displayed the firm swell of her breasts and the dark inviting cleavage, and occasionally just a glimpse of a lacy bra. The though of at last seeing her completely naked was almost too much for him and over the last few days he had jacked off in the toilet several times just at the thought. The day before the event he had arranged for Laura and Cindy to finish work early and go to the local beauty salon to have their hair done at his expense. He wanted them to look their best, not that anyone would be looking at their heads. Laura had suggested to Cindy that they make the most of it and get the full treatment. She agreed. So they had their nails done and also finally had a bikini wax. As they lay side by side on the table while the beautician worked on them, Laura commented with a grin that it seemed unfair to cover up just what the guys most wanted to see. Cindy blushed deeply. The girls both looked and felt good after their treatment, and when Laura dropped Cindy off at her home, she said she would pick her up in the morning. She dove on to her place and was pleased to see Michael's car on the drive. She would need him tonight. She was already feeling aroused at the thought of what tomorrow might bring. When she walked in Michael greeted her with a big smile. As he stood there in the hallway, she could see he was naked apart from a rather tastefully decorated apron. He grabbed hold of her and gave her a big hug. "You look stunning, hun," he said, after their lips had at last drawn apart. She looked at him. "So do you," she said with a big grin. "Is this all for me?" she asked, rubbing her hand against his large erection that was already beginning to tent the apron. Michael smiled and nodded. "I decide to treat you to a nice home cooked meal and thought it might be appropriate if I served you in the same state as you will be serving your customers tomorrow." She nodded approvingly. "Well, if you will take a seat, Madam, I will begin," he said, easing out a chair for her to sit on. Laura picked up a glass of red wine that was poured awaiting her. She held it to her lips and watched as Michael walked from the room. From the rear she got a view of his firm bronzed backside. Yes, she thought as she drank the wine, tonight looked like being fun. Michael had discarded the apron when he returned with the first course, and the sight of his almost firm cock jutting out in front of him was almost too much for Laura to bear. She knew she would enjoy the meal because Michael was a very good cook, but she was certainly looking forward to the dessert. The meal was well up to Michael's usual standard and she enjoyed it very much. The sight of him sitting opposite her totally naked was an extra attraction. The steaks had been wonderful and she sighed as she pushed away her empty plate and thanked him. He got up and collected the dirty plates. "Dessert will take a few minutes," he said with a smile as he left for the kitchen. Laura filled her glass and sipped the wine as she heard him moving about in the kitchen. When at last the kitchen door opened, her eyes opened wide with delight. He was carrying a plate and laid across it was his wonderful, fully erect cock. It was made to look even more delicious with its decoration of whipped cream and succulent strawberries. He stood in front of her smiling. Laura dipped her fingers into the cream and held them to her lips. "I'm going to enjoy this," she said with a grin. She leaned forward in her chair and began licking the cream and sucking the strawberries into her mouth. When she had finished she lifted his cock off the plate. It was still covered in traces of cream. She opened her mouth wide and slowly drew it in, sucking away all the last traces of cream. By this time Michael was having some problems containing himself as Laura's lips and tongue worked their magic on him. He attempted to place the empty plate back on the table but it fell to the floor and smashed as with a groan he erupted into her eager mouth. She gulped his warm fluids down hungrily. Then she was on her feet ripping off her clothes. She needed him so badly; she needed to feel his body against hers. They fell on the floor together and he took her there on the carpet, urgently. After they had sated their immediate hunger for each other they moved to the bedroom where he took her in a more gentle way, tenderly exploring and caressing every part of her body as her brought her to a high state of arousal. This time their lovemaking was more tender and long lasting. Afterwards they dozed, still enveloped in each others arms. Laura was awakened in the morning by the wonderful sensation of Michael rubbing his fingers over her pussy. She groaned and pressed his hand hard up against her. She looked at him and smiled. "I do love you so much." He smiled back. "So much so that you are going to show your pussy to all those guys?" he said. She looked at his suddenly stern face. "Do you really mind?" she asked, a little worried. Then his face split into a wide grin. "Mind? I think it's fucking wonderful, watching all those poor guys lusting after your body. I'm going to have a holiday." Laura smiled, a little relieved. He rolled on top of her. She parted her legs and helped him to ease himself inside her willing wet hole, and lay there clinging to him as he fucked her slowly. He took his time and brought her to several minor climaxes before he finally made her cum with an incredible orgasm that wracked her whole body. They showered together and afterwards he sat and watched her as she prepared herself for the day ahead. There was not too much of a problem deciding what she should wear as she would only have it on until she got to the diner. Michael kissed her as she left and said he would be in to see her later. She waved to him as she pulled out of the drive. Cindy was nervously waiting for Laura as she pulled up in front of her apartment. Cindy slid into the car, smiling a nervous greeting. As they approached the diner, they saw that overnight Jack had had the place decorated with bunting and balloons. A large banner above the entrance announced that they were actively celebrating National Nude Day. And they noticed that although they did not open for business until later, several cars were already in the car park. Jack greeted them with a smile when the came in. He was glad to see they had actually turned up. He told them he had brought in extra staff on the bar to help out and employed some security staff. He showed them a large prominent notice he had placed over the bar that said "YOU CAN LOOK BUT DON'T TOUCH." He smiled. "I think that gives them the message. Any problems and they're out." He looked out into the car park. "I think you had better go and get ready. It looks as though we are in for a rush when we open..." Laura smiled and motioned Cindy to follow her to the staff room. Once inside, Laura began to undress. She could see Cindy was hesitating. She smiled at her. "There's nothing to worry about. You are an attractive girl. Just don't think about it. Once you're out there, you will soon get used to it. Just think about the money." She watched as at last Cindy slowly began to remove her clothes. When they were both naked, Laura looked at her friend. She had an attractive figure. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Laura's but they were firm and sported dark, erect nipples. Laura took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "It's going to be fun," she said. "Before we have finished, you will be wondering what all the fuss was about." Cindy smiled wanly at her. "Are you ready to face them?" Laura asked. Cindy nodded. Laura led the way out of the staff room and Jack looked up as the girls came into the diner. "Fuck me," he said. "You both look incredible." Laura smiled at him and could not help but notice the bulge that had already appeared in the front of his tight pants. He introduced them to Joe, the security guy, who looked a little uncomfortable in the presence of the two naked waitresses. Jack looked at his watch. "Well, girls, its opening time, are you ready for it?" They both nodded as Joe made his way to the door and unlocked it. There were about a dozen people or so waiting outside and they all quickly made their way in. Laura smiled at them as they got their first look at the two naked waitresses. She showed them to their tables and seemed strangely at ease as she stood and took their orders. Standing before them at the tables, the guys were able to get a close look at the girl's attractive bodies and Laura knew that because of the bikini waxing she had had done, nothing was hidden from them. Laura was already becoming excited by the attention she was getting and it felt wonderfully exciting to be walking around the place naked, knowing that all the guys in there were lusting after her. The first couple of hours passed very quickly and even Cindy seemed to be more at ease with herself, smiling and chatting amiably with the customers. Just before the lunch time rush, a camera crew from the local TV station came in to do a story and they got the girls to pose with Jack and some customers. A couple of newspaper reporters from the local paper arrived and asked them both how it felt to be doing their job naked. They also got the girls to pose for pictures. Both girls were more than satisfied with the size of the tips they were getting and their tip pots were filling up quickly, As the girls became more comfortable with their nakedness, they found it exciting to stand and chat to the customers without feeling too embarrassed, knowing that the guys could not keep their eyes off them. By the time the lunch trade was over both girls were feeling a little worn out and they were glad when the door closed behind the last group and the place would be shut for a couple of hours. Cindy made her way to the rest room and Laura stopped for a chat with Jack. He asked her if everything had gone okay. She smiled. "I think it went down very well." "Would you like a drink?" he asked. Laura nodded and pulled herself up onto a bar stool. "It's nice to get off my feet," she said. He reached for a bottle and poured out two large glasses of white wine, and passed one to Laura. "Here's to a great sport," he said smiling. "I was not sure that you would do it when I asked you, but you have both been great." Laura thanked him and took a sip of the cool wine. Jack looked at the wonderful naked body of the girl sitting in front of him: her firm high breasts with dark puckered nipples, her flat firm stomach, and the delightful sight of her exposed pussy. The lips, he could see, were slightly parted as she was perched on the stool and the sight of the wet pink interior was making his cock begin to rear in his pants. Laura slowly sipped on her wine knowing that he was looking at her. She even felt slightly aroused being so close to him knowing he was scrutinizing her most intimate parts. She smiled to herself as she allowed her legs to move slightly more apart and she saw the sweat break out on his forehead. She slowly slid down off the stool. "Well, I'm afraid I do need to go," she said. "I need to shower and freshen up before this afternoon." She saw the disappointment on his face, so she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek as she left. A shiver went through him as he felt her hard nipples brush against his arm. Laura made her way to the staff room and as she walked in, she heard groans coming from one of the cubicles. She realised at once that it must be Cindy, so she knocked on the door. "Are you alright, Cindy?" There was another groan and the door swung slowly open. Cindy was seated on the toilet, leaning back against the wall, her legs wide open and her fingers pressed up inside her pussy. There was a look of anguish on her face as she looked up at Laura. "I'm so fucking horny," she said, "but I can't make myself cum." Laura smiled. She had hardly had a chance to speak to Cindy since things had been so rushed all morning. She had seen her chatting with the customers and guessed that she had overcome her worries about being naked. But that had caused other problems and now she was highly aroused and needed some relief. Laura held out her hand and pulled Cindy to her feet. "Come out here," she said, "and let me see what I can do for you." Cindy meekly followed Laura over to a long sofa that the staff used to doss (British, means to sleep) down on in their rest periods. She pushed Cindy down onto the sofa and got down on her knees, positioning herself between the girls open legs. Cindy groaned as Laura's fingers began gently caressing the folds of her pussy, and then Laura leaned forward and brushed her cheeks along the girl's smooth inner thighs. Cindy cried out as she felt Laura's tongue dart into her pussy, opening her up, and sliding deeply into the warm wetness. Cindy mewed as Laura expertly explored her most sensitive areas. While her tongue was still probing and darting, Laura's fingers uncovered the hard nub of her clit and began slowly to rotate it. Cindy was becoming more and more excited by the expert ministrations of Laura. Laura stopped licking but continued to tease Cindy's clit. She looked up at the girl, saw she was clutching tightly on to her breasts, her fingers digging into the firm flesh and pulling on her already extended nipples. She smiled. "Cum for me, my darling," she said. Cindy groaned again, her body heaved and she cried out. Laura went back down and licked up the juices that were beginning to seep from Cindy's pussy and run down between her thighs. She stayed there until Cindy slowly calmed down. Cindy could not thank her friend enough. "Oh, God, I so needed that," she said. "Spending all morning with those guys staring at my tits and pussy made me so horny." Laura grinned at her. "And it was you who was not keen on doing it!" She smiled. Cindy shrugged. "I didn't realise I was going to feel like this. It's fantastic! God, by the end of the lunch time I just wanted one of those guys to grab a feel of my tits or push his finger up my pussy," They both laughed. After they had showered they slipped into their clothes and went out to get something to eat. They joined the two college girls Jack had called in to work the bar. Sam and Ellie where in there last year at college and worked for Jack on weekends. They had worked with Laura and Cindy on occasions but did not know them real well. "I think you are both very brave to agree to work naked for the day," Ellie said, and Sam agreed with her. "I don't think I could do it not in front of all these guys." Laura laughed. "It's not been too bad. The guys have been great, just happy to get a look at us." Sam looked across at them. "Yes, but it must feel weird walking around in a place like this with no clothes on." Cindy smiled. "I can tell you it's quite something. I was not keen on doing it at first, but now I wouldn't have missed it for the world. It's one of the greatest thrills I have ever had. You should try it." She looked at Laura sitting next to her and squeezed her hand tightly. "Thanks for talking me into it," she said. They chatted together as they ate their meal, while around them, the staff prepared the place for the early evening opening. The style of the place changed a little in the evening. The lights were set a little lower and the menu was changed for a slightly more up-market version. Jack came over and told them it was almost time to get ready as they would be opening in about 15 minutes. Laura and Cindy smiled across at the two college girls. "Its been nice chatting but we have to go and get ourselves ready for the next shift." Sam smiled. "It's been nice getting to know you. We don't have much chance, usually." As they made their way to the staff room, Laura looked around. "The place looks good tonight." Cindy agreed. "They have done a good job. It looks a little more up market." Laura grinned. "Maybe that means we will be showing our bare arse's to a better class of client this evening." In the staff room the two of them stripped off again. They checked their make up and hair and were ready when Jack poked his head in and announced that they were about to open. Laura was pleased to see that Cindy was far more eager to get out than she had been earlier. They stood with Jack and smiled and greeted the customers as they came in where they got some admiring glances. Laura was pleased to see that there were now a few women in the place. The morning crowd had been all male. She enjoyed displaying herself off in front of a guy who was with a woman. It amused her to see how uncomfortable it usually made the woman feel. They were both kept busy serving drinks and meals and Laura failed to notice Michael come in until a hand grabbed her. She looked down to see Michael at a table along with a couple of his friends. He smiled. "You look fucking wonderful," he said. "I've already got a hard on watching you strutting around the tables." Laura grinned. "It's been great fun," she said. He introduced her to the two guys. One she already knew, Lance, and Peter. She smiled an acknowledgement at them. Apparently they all played on the same ball team as Michael. She could feel both guys looking at her exposed charms and it did feel a little strange being publicly naked in front of Michael's friends. She took their drink order and made her way to the bar. Ellie looked at her as she made up the order. "You okay?" she asked. Laura nodded and smiled. "It's strange, you know. I've been naked in front of all these guys today and it's never bothered me. Suddenly, my guy comes in and I feel embarrassed." Ellie smiled. "I think that's sweet," she said. "At least it shows you care for him." Laura took the tray of drinks over to Michael and took their meal order. Again, she had the same sensation. Strange, she mused to herself, maybe Ellie was right. The rest of the evening passed without incident, and Laura was kept busy. The guys all seemed to enjoy being served by the two attractive naked waitresses and the tips were great. Laura still couldn't throw off the feeling she got every time she had to serve Michael and his friends. Things slowed down a little after nine p.m. when the kitchen closed, but the bar stayed open for another two hours. All in all it had been a great day. She knew Jack was pleased with the way it had gone and although some of the guys had been a little boisterous at times, there had never been any problems. Michael came over and told Laura that he had some business to attend to but that he would be back later. "You'd better be," she said. "I'm going to need some serious fucking after what I've been through today." Michael grinned and leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.. "You're not the only one," he whispered in her ear. Service had slowed down enough for Laura and Cindy to spend some time at the bar chatting to Sam and Ellie. Laura noticed that the two of them seemed to have had a few drinks. When she mentioned it, they both grinned. "We are trying to build up our courage," Ellie said. Laura looked at them a little puzzled. "Courage for what?" she asked. Ellie looked a little shame faced and passed Laura a crumpled note. Laura read it and smiled. The note was from a punter and it offered the girls £100 each if they stripped naked for the last hour. "And do you intend too?" asked Laura. Ellie looked at her. "Well, we could certainly use the money, and you and Cindy seem to have enjoyed yourselves." Laura smiled. "Have you mentioned it to Jack?" The girls shook their heads. Laura guessed that she knew the answer already. Jack would not turn down the chance of getting another two girls to strip naked. "If you really intend to do it, then I think we should make sure that you get as much out of it as you can." Sam looked at her. "And how do we do that?" Laura smiled. "Well, you see all these guys around the bar? I'm sure they'll pay good money to see you two get your kit off, so if you're sure you're up for it, we make them pay for the privilege." Sam and Ellie looked at each other. Laura could see they were still not sure about the whole thing, but then Sam said, "What the hell, let's go for it. It's got to be a bit of a laugh and they're only going to get a look at our bodies, nothing else." Ellie smiled at her friend and nodded her head. Laura went over to Jack and told him what the two girls intended. As she had guessed, he had no objections. He was even willing to start off the collection for them. Now that the food was finished, most of the men folk in the diner were gathered around the bar, although a few people were still sitting at tables, mainly the couples. When the word got around that the two young bar girls were willing to strip off, everyone contributed gladly to the pot that Jack passed around. When it returned to the bar it was almost full to the top. Laura looked at it as she passed it over to Sam. "Well, you have certainly got to do it now. There must be at least another £100 in there." Cindy took over the bar while Laura took the girls through to the staff room to undress. She watched them as they quickly, but a little uncertainly, stripped off their clothes. Then they stood there a little embarrassed by their nakedness. They both had good figures, Sam with her large firm breasts, and Ellie with smaller ones but well shaped and with large dark nipples. They both had been bikini waxed but had dark vee's of hair almost obscuring their pussies. Laura nodded. "The guys are going to love you two," she said with a smile. "By the way, what size shoes do you take?" The girls looked at each other. "5's," Ellie replied, "why?" Laura went over to her locker and produce a couple of pairs of heels. She handed them to the girls. "Here, put these on. It will make your legs look good." She turned and walked to the door. "Come out when you're good and ready." she said with a grin. "And don't worry." Laura made her way back to the bar. The guys looked around expectantly. Laura smiled at them. "They'll be out soon and don't forget it's the first time they have ever done anything like this, so be nice to them." She was pleased to see that Michael had returned with Lance. She still felt a little uncomfortable naked in Lance's presence. They had often been out together with Lance and she knew he rather fancied her. Laura told Michael about Sam and Ellie and his eyes lit up. "I quite fancy seeing those two naked myself." Laura dug him in the ribs. "Haven't you got enough with one naked girlfriend tonight?" she asked jokingly. Just then, the door at the back of the bar opened and Sam and Ellie walked in. There was a cheer, applause, and wolf whistles. So much for asking the guys to treat them nice, Laura thought to herself. Just then, Cindy came over and joined them. "I think the guys have seen enough of us tonight," she said. "Now they have a couple of new young bodies to lust over." Michael introduced Cindy to Lance, and Laura could see from the way he looked her over that he liked what he saw. Jack came over and thanked Laura and Cindy for all their hard work. He said he thought the whole thing had been a great success. He looked across at the crowd around the bar and smiled. "If you two want to get off, I'm sure the guys won't miss you." Laura thanked him and said, "I'm quite happy to leave Sam and Ellie to entertain the customers." She grabbed Cindy's hand. "Okay, let's go and get some clothes on before he changes his mind," she said, dragging her in the direction of the staff room. They looked over the bar as they passed and saw that Sam and Ellie seemed to have quickly gotten over their shyness. They were happily serving and chatting to all the guys surrounding the bar who were all ogling the young, attractive and totally naked bodies of the two college girls. Michael was driving his car and so Laura got into the front seat with him while Cindy got in the back with Lance. Michael reached across and squeezed Laura's leg. She turned and smiled at him. "I think you both made a lot of guys very happy today," he said. Laura smiled. "As long as you're going to make me happy when we get home, I don't care." He grinned and nodded. Laura was not surprised when Lance got out with Cindy. She knew from Cindy's little performance at lunchtime that she, too, was probably in need of a good fucking, As they drove home Laura leaned her head on Michael's shoulder. "Didn't you mind all those guys seeing me naked?" she asked. Michael shrugged. "No, not really. In fact, I found it rather exciting, knowing that all of them would dearly like to get up inside your delightful pussy, and I was the only one that could." Laura squeezed his arm. "I do love you," she said. Then she looked at him. "Would you do me a favor?" she asked. Michael looked at her. "Anything for you, hun," he said. "Would you take me to Martha's?" He looked at her. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "Yes, I'm sure, and after what I've been through to day I think I want to finish it off in style." The idea of her asking him to take her to Martha's excited him. He knew why she wanted to go. Martha's was a rather special club just out of town. It specialized in the more risqué forms of entertainment and actively encouraged its customers to join in. Michael and Laura had been to the place several times but never participated. The car park was already quite full as they pulled in. Michael came round and opened the door for her and helped her out. The doorman smiled at them as they went in. The place was crowded. Laura was pleased as this was what she wanted. They made there way over to the reception desk at the main showroom. The attractive red head smiled at them. "Are you sure you really want to do this?" Michael asked. Laura nodded. "Please," she said. Michael spoke to the girl on the desk. She looked Laura over and nodded. "The first available spot is in about half an hour." Michael nodded. "You have time to go to the bar and get a drink but be back in here in about twenty minutes." They managed to down two glasses of wine before making their way back to the showroom. The girl on reception gave them directions to the dressing rooms. An efficient young lady met them and took down their details. "How do you want to work it?" she asked. "You can strip before you go on or you can undress each other on stage." Laura looked at Michael. "Well, I've spent most of the day naked so I may as well continue in the same mode." The girl looked a little puzzled by her remark but did not question her. "The couple in front of you have just about finished so give us time to change things around and we will call you on when we're ready." The girl left and Laura started to undress. Michael watched her before he began to remove his own clothes. When he was naked he came over to her and took her in his arms. She pressed her naked body against his and kissed him hungrily. She broke away and looked at him. "I need to do this," she said. Michael nodded. "I feel so bloody horny," she continued. "After what I've been through with all those guys lusting after me, I would have loved for you to put me across a table and fuck me in front of them, but this will be the next best thing. I want to feel the experience of everyone seeing me being fucked." She smiled. "Am I being a slut, darling?" she asked. Michael shook his head. "Not in my book," he said. The efficient girl popped her head around the door. "Five minutes," she said. They walked over and stood in the curtained access leading onto the stage. On the other side they could hear the sound of voices. Michael put his arm around her and hugged her to him. Then there was suddenly silence and a man's voice announced. "We have a new couple for your entertainment this evening. Give a big Martha's welcome to Laura and Michael." There was a round of applause as Laura walked out on stage first. Bathed as she was in the bright spotlight, she could not see the crowd watching her, but she could certainly feel them out there. She could hear their comments and the sounds of their approval at the sight of her totally naked body. In the centre of the small stage area there was a curved padded bench. It was set on a slowly rotating turntable. She walked over and eased herself up on it. She lay back and slowly and deliberately spread her legs. As the bench slowly turned she knew she was being openly displayed to everyone in the room. She began to caress her breasts, then slid her hands down her body and slowly began to rub her pussy. She smiled to herself, feeling the juices already beginning to seep out. Suddenly, there was a murmur around the room. She knew Michael had now come onto the stage. Suddenly, he was kneeling beside her, gently caressing her breasts. He ran his hands over her body and inserted his fingers into the wetness of her pussy. Laura turned and looked at him "Please fuck me, Michael, I do so need to be fucked." Laura spread her legs open even wider, allowing him to ease himself between them. Then he was rubbing his large erect cock up and down the damp cleft of her pussy before easing himself inside her. Laura couldn't believe the excitement she was feeling, being publicly fucked in front of all these people, knowing they could all see Michael's large cock pumping hard into her willing body. They forgot about the crowd as they fucked like two rutting animals, and the crowd urged them on. They put on a show to remember. He ate her out and she gave him head, the crowd cheering as she swallowed everything he pumped into her mouth. He finished by taking her doggie style. Her breasts swung and jiggled much to the audience's delight as he gripped onto her thighs and pumped his meat deep into her body. Finally, when they collapsed on the floor, exhausted, they received a standing ovation. Later, as they showered, Laura looked up at him and smiled. "I don't know about you," she said, "but I can't wait for next year's National Nude Day.

Nikki by Msia Exhibitionist Nikki Ch. 02 Nikki finds where she belongs. A few days later a new prompt appeared, "[M4F] Sugar Daddy Looking for Chinese Sugar Baby" I wrote to him, "Hi, I am a Chinese college student. I am poor. I am tired of living in constant worries of money, part-time job and sometime a place to stay. I love middle age man, tall, fit and strong. A man that give me everything I need. Trust me, I don't need a lot. Most importantly, I needed a man that gives me sense of security. I am an imaginary exhibitionist and submissive. I don't know if it is for real because these are only in my fantasies. My kinks; DDLG. Exhibitionism; sexy, skimpy, tiny, sheer clothes. Clothes control. Nude in public, sex in public, being watched. Submissive, light bondage, blindfold, spanking. Rough sex, DP, gangbang, dirty talk, cosplay, big cock, etc. I don't know if these are my real kinks as I said before, these are only my usual fantasies, not my real experiences. I have no real experience. If you like a real Chinese girl and have the patience to explore my kinks and teach me, I can be a very loveable sugar baby, just for you. Hope to hear from Daddy soon." Very soon he replied and asked for my details. With my real numbers and details, we progressed very fast in our roleplay. He let me stay in a big house. He used his house for our roleplay, except the house is only for me and he stay somewhere else. He told me what he like. We have very extensive exchange of clothes ideas. Our first roleplay ended just before 4 in the morning and I was excited and horny. I decided to make it real for Uncle Steve! I wanted to show off my body to Uncle Steve! The imaginary exhibitionist inside me has finally found an audience! Without thinking much I began to buy sexy skimpy clothes. I bought a few gym wears, some sexy tops, short shorts, short dresses, miniskirts and lingerie sets from the online stores using Uncle Steve credit card. All the clothes were according to our roleplay ideas. I shaved my body completely clean as Uncle Steve requested in the roleplay. We had a few more roleplays. He selected a sheer dress for me for the dinner in a high class restaurant. He asked me to suck his cock even when the waiter was around. Then we went back home and he fucked me right in the guest room. Another night he brought me to a private club, dressed me in a very tiny sheer white lingerie set and decorated me into an angel with a pair of small white angel wings, a collar with leash, and a butt plug. He then led me into a room full of men and I became an angel sex toy. I roleplayed double penetration for the first time and let them cum all over my body while he is watching. He praised me for serving his friends very well! I became a fuck toy in our roleplay although I am still a virgin in real life! The clothes continued to arrive. The day before our next gym day. I spent almost the whole evening trying them on in my room. Checking myself wearing my new tops and shorts in the mirror. I also tried various postures simulating the gym exercise. I tried all my underwear in combination with the gym wears to evaluate the visual effect; which one gives the most obvious camel toe, which one gives the most noticeable nipples pokie, which panty gives the ugly panty line, which bra looks ugly, etc. But at the end of the trying, I decided to go no bra and no panty. Because I have been fantasizing Uncle Steve seeing the shape of my young pussy and my breasts. The excitement from my showoff plan kept me awake almost the whole night. But in the morning I chickened out in the last minute. I wore a one piece jumpsuit and a panty that showed no camel toe. The exhibitionist inside me did not dare to take a bold step out to real world! However, my tight-fitting one piece jumpsuit managed to impress Uncle Steve. He was surprised and delighted to see me joining him in my new backless jumpsuit. He praised how my gym wears highlighted my fit and slim body shape. Our gym session was ordinary and nothing extraordinary happened. I tried all chances to stay in front of Uncle Steve so that he enjoyed a clear view of my body in tight jumpsuit. I did my warm up and stretching right in front of him, stuck out my ass as high as possible to display my bottom. Even with my best efforts, I only caught Uncle Steve staring at me occasionally. But these few stares were enough to make my pussy wet! Not wanting our session to end so uneventfully and desperately wanting some progress, I pretended to trip on a dumbbell on the floor and fell onto Uncle Steve. He caught me from falling and I landed into his fold. His firm chest was so enticing when I hugged him tightly for support. One of his hands was on my back and the other on my bum. I did not let go of him and he did not let go of me. "Are you OK?" "My ankle... just hold on a second." "Ok." His hand subtly felt my ass cheek before moving up to my back. He sat me on the mat and examined my ankle. He was secretly looking up between my thighs as I slowly spread my knees to display my tightly wrapped crotch. I regretted wearing my panty! "Ouch!" "Sorry. You twisted your ankle." My pretended fall actually twisted my ankle for real! "Don't worry, let me help you. Come." He placed one arm around my back and the other arm around the bend in my knees then his picked me up effortlessly. I placed my arms around his shoulders and once again I was in his firm chest. My heart raced as we made eye contact in such a closed distance. Uncle Steve seated me on a gym bench and applied cold press on my ankle. "Sit here until the cold press stops the swelling. I'll go freshen up and come back to you." "Ok Steve. Thank you." "Welcome Nikki. I will be back soon to take care of you." Uncle Steve caressed my hair then planted a kiss on my forehead and left me. The sudden intimacy stunned me. What was the meaning of the kiss? Soon Uncle Steve came back wearing his T-shirt and cotton shorts. After examining my ankle he suggested that I take shower first then continue with the cold press. "Can you walk?" "No Steve, still pain. Sorry, can you carry me?" "No problem. You are so skinny." I was back in his arms in no time. "Steve, you are so strong!" Uncle Steve replied with a smile and carried me to my room. "STOP! STOP! You can't go in! Put me down and I can go myself." I recalled that I didn't tidy up my new clothes after last night. All my skimpy sheer clothes, my kinky underwear were scattered around on the bed and floor. "Why? "My room... ahhh... is very very messy." "Silly. Don't tell me you want to tidy up your room first in this situation." Uncle Steve continued and entered my bedroom. "No Steve, NOOO!" He walked into my room. "Oh I am so sorry Nikki! It's a bit messy." All my barely there tiny little pieces of underwear were on display! All my sheer skimpy clothes were laid bare for Uncle Steve to examine! My face blushed in heat! Even burying my face in Uncle Steve's chest could not hide my embarrassment! While Uncle Steve smiled in delight. "Never mind, let me settle you down first." Uncle Steve carried me into my washroom and seated me down on the toilet bowl. Then be brought a plastic chair and placed it under the shower. He transferred me to the plastic chair and made sure everything I needed were within reach. "Steve, my clothes?" "Too dangerous to change your clothes here, you might fall again. After you are done, I'll will bring you to the bed. Change there, it's much safer. Use your towel after you are done. Ok?" "Ok... I will call you. Thank you Steve!" I figured that I can't say much with my injured ankle. I took my shower on the plastic chair. After I wrapped myself with my towel I called Steve and he came in to carry me out. For the first time my shoulders and my legs were bare in front of Uncle Steve. My naked fresh mound was exposed in between my inner thighs and barely covered by the towel stretched across my thighs. A small bulge was formed at his crotch but I can't figure out whether it was his erection or something else. Uncle Steve carried me to my bed with his strong arms. To my surprise my clothes were all folded and arranged neatly on the side of my bed. I was embarrassed and at the same time aroused by the fact that Uncle Steve has gone through every piece of my new clothes! He must have touched and examined those barely there tiny underwear and those sheer short shameless outfits! "I thought you might not be able to pick up your clothes on the floor, so I just gathered them on the bed for you. I hope you don't mind." "Sorry that you have to do this for me... so embarrassing. Thanks any way. You are very thoughtful." "You know what to when you are done right?" "Yes, I know, call my savior!" I answered in cheeky tone. "Call me. Savior is not at home." He stroked my hair gently and kissed my head affectionately before leaving me alone in my room. As I continued to pat dry myself, I noticed a set of clothes were placed within my reach. Oh my god! Uncle Steve not only folded and arranged all my clothes for me, he has selected the clothes for me to wear! A set of lacy white underwear, a pair of grey cotton short shorts and a white cropped spaghetti top. His arrangement set off another round of heart pounding inside me! He kissed me at my forehead in the gym room, carried me up to my room, like carrying his bride, tidied up all my clothes including my underwear, he caressed my hair before leaving me alone. Now he also selected my clothes for me to wear! He was behaving more than just an old friend of my mom, more than just an uncle to a 19 years old girl! I was delighted by his showing of affection to me and we are getting more intimate. But at the same time, I began to doubt the morality of my sugar baby roleplay with Uncle Steve and my plan to actually become his sugar baby. Am I treading on dangerous waters here? Is it dangerous water anyway? Is there a morality issue here? I don't know. But I knew I wanted to wear those sexy clothes for Uncle Steve so badly! I wanted to show him my body in those sexy clothes! I carefully put on my underwear and my clothes. The lacy underwear felt so sexy on me. My shorts were really short and my spaghetti tops were low and skimpy! I have never worn such skimpy clothes before in my life! "Steve... Steve." The door opened and Uncle Steve came back in. I felt like a new bride sharing her first night with her new groom! His eyes lit up when he saw me wearing the clothes he selected! "Do you like it?" I turned my body to face Uncle Steve and asked him. Silly me, why should I ask him this question? But it was too late. "You look beautiful, adorable Nikki! I am glad that you finally bought some new clothes for yourself." "Thank you Steve. It was your money though... hehe." I giggled to conceal my excitement in showing off to him. "But do you think the bra is too big for my top? Looks very ugly." I pointed at the bra that sneaked out from the tiny top. "Yes. You have to excuse me, I don't really know how to select clothes for a woman." He then moved the other bras nearer to me. "Call me again." He turned and walked out. "Steve... you can stay, just look away. I will be done soon enough." I held his hand and stopped him. Our eyes met and I saw his eyes burning in desire. "Ok then." He stepped back and turned sideways. But he turned in the direction of the wardrobe mirror which gave a clear view of me sitting on my bed. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed him staring into the mirror! I knew the time has come to take my decisive move! I pretended ignorance of Uncle Steve watching me and proceeded to remove my top and my bra. My breasts broke free under his watchful eyes. My nipples slowly swell and harden as I tried the other bras! And knowing him watching me only added to my excitement! Never before my life had I enjoyed such arousal of letting a man seeing me naked! Finally I put my spaghetti top back on without a bra. "Ok Steve. I am done." His eyes were popping out when he turned to me, looking up and down at my face and my chest. "This top is too low cut so no bra is suitable. And I don't think we are going out any way. Can I... just do without bra? Do you mind?" I blocked my chest with my arms as I became self-conscious about my unconstrained breasts. But I could not stop my erect nipples from poking at the soft white fabric. "Ahem... You are a big girl now. You can decide for yourself really. I think you look very beautiful without your bra." His praise boosted my confidence! I saw a tent slowly developed on his shorts. "Thank you... Savior, hehe!" I raised my hands to Uncle Steve. This time Uncle Steve carried me even higher on his body. Probably to avoid his erection touching me. I cradled his shoulders in my arms. The spaghetti top was only covering half of my breasts. My unconstrained breasts were visibly shaking in every steps Uncle Steve took me down the stairs. I have never exposed so much of my chest to a man before and I felt so good, so sexy! Especially in the arms of Uncle Steve, a man that I have been having so much sleazy fantasies and roleplay with! Uncle Steve was strong and steady. I felt so secure with him carrying me down the stairs. And I recalled our roleplay where he was holding me at my bum with my legs griping his waist, bouncing my pussy on his cock. He used me like a fuck toy in the roleplay. Now with me wearing skimpy clothes and carried by him, the roleplay seemed more real than ever. My love juice flooded my pussy! "Thank you Steve." I can't help kissing his face when he lowered me down on the sofa. I was confused between reality and our roleplay! "You are welcome my Princess Nikki!" He reciprocally kissed my forehead and cheekily replied. My heart melted. I don't know how mom would think if I tell her I am a fuck toy for Uncle Steve, her good old friend. But I am an adult now, I can decide for myself. Uncle Steve gave my ankle another cold press and wrapped my ankle when the swelling subsided. I sat on a chair and rested my leg on a stool for him. His eyes were leveled with my chest when he kneeled in front of me. My white panty was exposed as the leg seam was too narrow leaving a big gap between my inner thigh and the leg seam. My pussy started throbbing when I saw Uncle Steve was stealing glances. I slowly spread my legs to widen the gap exposing more of my white panty to him. I regretted wearing my panty! We spent the evening watching movies. At first I sat beside him, then I leaned on his shoulder. Later he cradled me and I rested my head in between his arm and his chest. His hand moved around my waist, my thigh and my bum but did not take further action. I caressed his thigh occasionally, sometime my hand moved so closed to his bulge. "It's time to sleep. Is your ankle still pain?" "Yes, still a little bit. Can you carry me... one more time please?" Actually my ankle didn't really feel pain but I took advantage. "Ok, come." And Uncle Steve carried me to my room. Before we reached my room, I planted my face on his neck and whispered, "I like the clothes you have selected for me today. Can you select my clothes again?" My heart pounding fast for such a sleazy request! Uncle Steve placed me on the plastic chair in the washroom and with a smile he replied, "Sure, happy to. Call me when you are done." I was excited in anticipation. After my warm shower Uncle Steve helped me back to my bed and left my bedroom. A tank top and a booty shorts were placed on my bed. The soft sheer fabric of the tank top intrigued me to imagine how smooth it will outline my curves and how clear it will reveal my breasts. The micro booty shorts were even shorter and tighter than the shorts I wore today! And I could not find any underwear on my bed! Does it mean that Uncle Steve wanted me to wear no bra and no panty tomorrow? My heart skipped a beat when the thought struck me! And he forgot my pajamas. "U forgot my pajamas." I sent Uncle Steve a message. After a while he replied. "No. U sleep naked to night 😈" "Ok Princess Nikki sleeps naked 2nite 😝" in our roleplay Uncle Steve wanted me to sleep naked anyway. "Sorry just joking. Can I come over and get one for u?" "No need I sleep naked but pls off light 4 me tq" "Ok. Coming." Soon he knocked and opened my door to off the light. My heart began to race. "No good night kiss for the princess?" Spoke from my bed with my naked body hiding below my blanket. My heart raced like crazy not knowing what to expect! "Sure Princess Nikki always gets her good night kiss." He walked to the side of my bed. "So, naked?" He asked with a mischievous smile. "Yes, naked. Don't believe me? You can check?" I slowly pulled my blanket down to reveal my bare shoulder and bit of my chest. My pussy began to get wet and my heart almost jump out of my throat! He stopped my hand and said, "Don't be naughty. Good night Princess." Then he kissed my forehead and left my room. "Good night." It took me some time before I could calm down from my excitement. At the same time I was waiting for my Daddy's message. "Baby, sleep already?" I replied immediately. "Not yet. But on bed now. Waiting for Daddy." "What's you wearing?" "Nothing. Naked, just the way Daddy like it." "Good girl." "Daddy wanna see?" "Yes. Show Daddy. Daddy want to know if you really naked or you just playing with Daddy." Was Uncle Steve thinking about just now? Wondering if I was truly naked? "Ok. Let me slowly remove my blanket. See Daddy, I am totally naked." "Yes. Good girl." "Daddy my pussy so wet now. Help me please!" "Why your pussy wet? What naughty thing made my baby wet?" "Daddy promise not angry?" "It depends. Tell Daddy." "This morning the gardeners came. I was enjoying my morning swim. My bikini swimsuits Daddy bought me were so tiny. So they kept staring over at me when I swim, especially when I came out from the pool and relaxed on the lazy chair. Daddy, they made me so excited." "So today my naughty little showoff slut get to enjoy!" "I am not a showoff slut! But I was so excited being watched! Later when they started working on the indoor plants, I pretend that they can't see me. I went to take shower at shower post, totally naked! I could see them watching me from inside the house. Felt so excited, so nice! Just now baby recalled the shower and I get wet again." "Oh baby, that's bad! That's very bad! You show off your young body without Daddy approval! Even without Daddy knowledge and you were alone at home, that's very dangerous to do naughty thing when you are alone. Understand?" "I am sorry Daddy. I was lonely this morning. I promise, will not do it again. I am sorry Daddy!" Daddy cuffed your hands and your legs. Daddy order you to kneel with all four, your bare ass sticking out into the air. Daddy can see your glistening pussy lips, so wet and so swollen. "This is to remind you to be a good girl; never do naughty thing when Daddy not around, or when Daddy don't know beforehand. Do you understand?" I spank your bum and you jump at the pain and surprise. "Yes. Baby understand." "Are you sure you understand?" I spank again, harder this time. Your bum shake when I hit your ass cheek. "Ouch! Yes, Daddy I understand." "Can you remember so you will not do it again in future, without Daddy's approval or order?" I spank again. "Ouch! Yes Daddy, I will ask for permission or do it if Daddy order me to. I promise Daddy." "Baby, do you like how Daddy punish you?" "Yes Daddy, I deserve to be punished. I love how Daddy punished baby. Thank you Daddy." "Not yet baby. Daddy not done yet. You naughty girl showed Daddy your naked shoulder but didn't show your naked body to Daddy, you've made Daddy so hard now. You need another punishment!" Did Uncle Steve just incorporated my shoulder tease just now into our roleplay??!! "But Daddy when did I showed Daddy my shoulder but not my body?" "Yes. You did! You just did. Now show Daddy your wet pussy again." "Yes Daddy... my pussy is still wet, very wet for Daddy!" "Look at you, so wet so swollen. You dirty little slut!" I spank your butt again, real hard this time. Daddy take out my 10 inch cock, already hard. Daddy fuck your wet little cunt now. So tight, you moan in pain but Daddy don't care. "Yes Daddy, you are too big... slow down Daddy, ummm... slow down please Daddy!" "Remember, never tease Daddy like that again. Daddy will fuck you real hard like this one day! I keep pumping your wet slippery hole, spank your ass in between." I began to finger my pussy and play with my breasts as Uncle Steve continues to fuck me with his giant cock in the roleplay. "Yes Daddy, fuck me hard, spank me hard... fuck your little Chinese fuck toy... I love it Daddy!" "Yes... yes... Daddy cum inside you! Daddy pull out and cum all over your ass..." "Yes Daddy... thank you Daddy." I hold Daddy cock and suck it clean. "Ummm... so much cum!" I swallow it all. "Thank you Daddy for the cum!" "Good girl!" "Thank you Daddy!" "Baby, do you really love showing off to people? Like the gardeners today?" "It's embarrassing Daddy! But yes, baby love to show off my naked body. I can't resist when they staring at me." "How much you want to show?" "Everything. Totally naked. Can I? Daddy?" "If you love it. Daddy can arrange my friends to come for a small party. Then you can show off. Daddy don't want you to show off when Daddy not around, especially to strangers. Understand?" "Thank you Daddy. Baby understand." "Good girl. Time to sleep. Tomorrow I want baby to wear short shorts and cropped top. Daddy want you to prepare breakfast." "Great! I will prepare delicious breakfast for Daddy. But how sexy Daddy wanted baby to wear? How short? See through?" "Yes see through and super short! I want to see camel toe and pokies. I want to watch how my sexy little Chinese fuck toy as she prepares breakfast." "Yes Daddy. I think I have those for Daddy." "Great! Good night then!" "Daddy, if tomorrow I wear exactly what Daddy wanted, will Daddy take me as your young little fuck toy for real?" "You are already my young little fuck toy baby!" "Promise me Daddy, make me your real fuck toy please!" "Sure baby." "Great! So we have a deal ya Daddy!" "Daddy, please check your message tomorrow morning. Good night!" I was extreme excited and anxious about my plan. Will Uncle Steve be angry after he knows I trap him? I came down from my bed and I put on the clothes Uncle Steve selected for me. The crop tank top although not very low cut, but very sheer, my breasts and my nipples were clearly visible. The sheer body hugging micro booty shorts were covering just half of my buttock, and the small waistband came so low down my crotch and hugging my pussy like second skin. My pussy lips were clear outlined and my camel toe was clearly defined. Even my small protruding inner lips were visible! Uncle Steve will be able to see all of me! I inspected the sexy young lady in the mirror. Uncle Steve would never ask his good friend's daughter to wear such skimpy sheer clothes. And if I wear these tomorrow, it will also mean I wanted to be more than just a daughter of Uncle Steve's good friend! The next morning I woke up early and shaved myself completely clean and waited for Uncle Steve to wake up. Soon as he came out from his bedroom I put on the clothes he selected. My nipples were hard and my pussy was moist! "Guess who?" I covered Uncle Steve eyes from behind while he was sitting at the terrace. "Zhang Ziyi?" "No." "Fan Bingbing?" "No." "Tang Wei?" "Not Tang Wei. Sexier than Tang Wei, younger than Tang Wei, Malaysian." "Amber Chia." "Haiya uncle, why you only know the older ones? Hehe..." "Princess Nikki?" "No... It's your young Nikki. See!" I jumped over to the wooden floor and landed in front of Uncle Steve. Then I struck a few model poses for him. "The clothes you have selected. I love it! Just a bit see through." I covered my chest and crotch to emphasize my point. Uncle Steve leaned forward to get a closer look at the same time trying to hide his developing bulge. "It's see through. But... come closer." He reached to me. My heart began to race as the point of no return was right before me! Two small steps forward and I stood right before Uncle Steve. "It's so see through," I lowered my hands to unveil my breasts and my crotch. My whole body was blushing hot as his eyes scorched my skin from my breasts down my abs to my crotch. "Turn around." I turned my back to Uncle Steve. Intentionally tilted my butt up to show more of my sex. "Just the way I love it!" Uncle Steve held my hips and sat me sideways on his lap. "Thank you Nikki, for wearing this for me." His hands caressed my thigh and my back. "You don't have to thank me. I love wearing these... for you." I softly kissed Uncle Steve at his cheek just next to his lips. "Nikki, will you wear this for me this whole day?" "Yes. I wear this the whole day for you. I wear it as long as you wanted." "Thank you Nikki." "But the shorts may be too wet if I wear it the whole day." I whispered into his ears. "Are you wet now?" "Getting wet." "Never mind. I love it too. Thank you for fulfilling my wish!" "Stop saying thank you. Would you like to join me in the kitchen? You don't have to cook, you just watch me cook. Would you?" Uncle Steve was stunned for a while. Perhaps he was surprised by the coincident. His asked his roleplay partner to wear sexy and cook breakfast while he watched her cook. "Come." I held his hand and lead him to the kitchen. "Omelet and coffee?" I seated him at the dining table with an unobstructed view to the kitchen. My breasts were bouncing and shaking freely underneath the flimsy tank top. Uncle Steve was watching me the whole time. The excitement of being watched and the sleazy memories of our roleplay turned me into a horny little girl! My nipples have never been this hard before and my juice has stained onto my booty shorts, leaving a wet sticky patch at my bottom. It wouldn't be long before Uncle Steve could notice my wetness! During our breakfast Uncle Steve was frequently checking his phone. Maybe he was checking his roleplay partner message as I told him last night. I knew the time has come! I excused myself back to my bedroom. I sent a photo of my upper body in my sheer top to our roleplay thread. My heart raced like wild horse! "Who are you?" Uncle was surprise to see his roleplay girl wearing a top exactly what I wore. I took another photo of my chest. "Like it?" I ignored his question and continue to play. "Yes. Beautiful and sexy!" I send another photo of my crotch in my tiny sheer booty shorts, with my camel toe clearly visible. "Oh my god! Who are you really?" "Like it? Is this exactly what you wanted me to wear?" My hands were shaking in excitement and anxiety at the same time. "Who are you really?" "Just tell me you like it, Daddy! I know you love it, Daddy!" "Yes. Exactly, exactly the way I like it!" "Great! Then I am your young little Chinese fuck toy, for real! Yay!" I then wore a collar that I took from Uncle Steve secret wardrobe. With a leash in my hand, I walked down to the dining room. Uncle Steve was frozen on his chair with only his eyes following me walking to him. My heart pumping and my whole body flashing in heat as I was walking down the stairs, with my breasts swaying and bouncing! "Nikki, are you..." "Daddy, I am now your young little Chinese fuck toy, for real!" I placed the leash on the dining table and kneeled down before Uncle Steve. "Oh my god! Nikki, I didn't know it was you. But it was just roleplay, not for real." "Stand up... stand up." Uncle Steve leaned down and held my arms to lift me up. "No Daddy, please put your leash on me first. I would be so proud!" "God, Nikki, stop calling me Daddy! It's just roleplay, not for real!" He sat back on his chair, not aware of the bulge on his crotch expanding right before my eyes. "YES Daddy, I knew it was all real. Everything in our roleplay was real. This house, my bedroom, the gym room, the angel wings ... were real! When we fucked, I knew you were thinking of me, fucking the real me. And I was thinking about you too. And your promise to make me real, must be real too!" "Nikki, you tricked me! If I knew it was you, I would never accept you into our play! You tricked me!" Uncle Steve's terrified face turned red. I have never seen him so distressed before! "Sorry... Daddy!" "I am not your Daddy. You are Stephanie's daughter! Dammit!" Uncle Steve banged the table and looked away. The loud banging sound shook me. Overwhelmed by Uncle Steve furious response I realized I had went overboard. I realized I have ruined our relationship! "I am sorry Steve! I am so sorry Uncle Steve! I thought you liked me. I thought when you said I am adult now and can decide for myself, I thought I can really decide for myself. I am sorry Uncle Steve." "When you selected these clothes for me to wear, I thought you wanted me... otherwise why would you make your good friend's daughter wear such clothes, such skimpy sheer clothes? I am sorry Uncle Steve, I must have mistaken!" I stood up and walked away. "No Nikki. Stay here." Uncle Steve held my hand firmly. "Yes, I want you! I want you since the day I met you. Just that you are my good old friend's daughter... and you are still so young!" He turned my body to face him again. "Nikki, I want you not just for pretty face or your young fresh body. I want you completely! Two months we live together and I know you are the girl I wanted! But you are still very young and I am not." Uncle Steve's confession gave me hope. "Steve... Daddy!" I kneeled down again with my hands on his thighs. "I felt the same for you. Two months we live together and I know you are the man I wanted. I know you will not take advantage of me but I am very sure you want me. And I want you too, I want you more than you know!" "Nikki, I can't be your Daddy. Your mom will be very angry. Many people that care about us will be very upset." "No Daddy! No one has to know anything. I live here to continue my study and you provide for me everything. And I am your girl, like sugar baby for you, make you happy. But you know I am more than just a sugar baby that only exchange material things for sex with you. You know I am more than that. Don't you?" "Nikki, I know you are a good girl. But sugar baby is totally another thing. What we put in words in our roleplay may not be what we could do for real. Like when I dressed you like an angel, I know for real there are men who love to fuck an angel girl and they fuck very hard, very rough... like you are really a sex toy...and just a sex toy, it's not just for fun, it's serious hardcore sex!" "Yes Daddy, I understand. When I said in our roleplay that I am an imaginary exhibitionist, I told the truth. And when I wear what Daddy had selected for me yesterday, I knew that I am a real exhibitionist. The sheer and skimpy shorts and top, are making me wet. I knew I am an exhibitionist. And I knew Daddy love watching me dressing like this. Can we just start from here? Let me be your exhibitionist little slut? And Daddy teach me all other thing slowly?" "Nikki, I am not sure... I am not sure!" "Daddy, make me your sugar baby, your girl, your little fuck toy please!" I put the leash on Uncle Steve's hand. "Oh Nikki, I am so happy that you want to be mine. But you have no idea what it means to be a fuck toy... you have no idea!" "Yes I have no idea but I am ready to learn... I am ready Daddy." "NO Nikki, you are not. The games that we played, some are wicked and brutal. I may put you into a jungle or deserted area, then some perverts will find you, rip off your clothes piece by piece, slowly and eventually they strip you completely naked, they might tie you down and fuck you... like you are just a worthless whore... and I love watching my baby used like a worthless whore! I am not sure if I want you to experience all these." "I know you will never put me in danger or harm no matter what game we play. So please Daddy, I am your worthless whore. Make me your worthless whore!" "Nikki, are you sure? Are you ready to be my little fuck toy, to make me happy, to satisfy me?" "Yes Daddy. I love to be your little fuck toy! I'll make you happy and satisfy you!" I came closer to Uncle Steve and looked up to him, pleading him. "Good! Then you will be my little baby, little girl and my little fuck toy when I need you. I will take care of you always." With a kiss on my forehead, Uncle Steve attached the leash to my collar. My whole body was filled with joy and excitement! "You are my baby girl now. You will always wear my collar or my bracelet. When you wear my collar, I know you are my baby girl and you belong to me, totally. But anytime in the future if you don't feel like being my baby girl for a day, if you need your own sweet time alone, or if you decide that you don't want to be my baby girl any more, you always have your freedom to take off the collar and you are free. Nikki, do you understand?" Daddy held my face and looked into my eyes. "Yes Daddy, I understand." Tears of joy rolled down my face, like I was saying 'I do' at marriage ceremony! "One more thing before you become my baby. Remember 'green', 'yellow' and 'red'. When there's something I do that you don't really enjoy and you want Daddy to end it sooner, you say 'yellow'. When you say yellow, I will slow down and do something else less intense. Understand?" "Yes Daddy, I understand." "Great! When there's something I do that you are totally not able to accept, or you are suffering or not comfortable at all, you say "Red", or when you are not able to speak, you shake your head 3 times while saying "uh uh, uh uh, uh uh", this means Red as well. I will stop everything immediately. Understand?" "Yes Daddy. I understand." "Saying 'No' in any play does not always mean 'No', sometime it means yes. So you don't use No when you want me to stop. Do you understand?" "Yes Daddy. I understand." "Now 'Green' is simple. When you are not saying 'yellow' or 'red', its green. When you say 'green', you are telling me you are enjoying it and want more. Understand?" "Yes Daddy, I understand." "Great! Now wait for me there." Daddy pointed me to the guest area sofa. At first I sat on the sofa, but later I kneeled on the floor as I recalled seldom seeing girl with leash has the privilege to sit on the sofa. Daddy came down soon after I kneeled down on the floor. He placed a pink box on the coffee table and sat on the sofa. "Come here baby. Bring the small pillow." He tapped on the space beside him. I took a small pillow and sat beside Daddy. "Up here, kneel." "Yes Daddy." Daddy wanted me to kneel on the sofa instead of on the floor. He placed the small pillow on his lap and made me lay down across his lap with the pillow under my tummy. Is Daddy going to spank me? My heart raced again! He caressed my buttocks with one hand and my hair with another hand. "Daddy?" "Huhh!" I gasped in shock as the sudden slap landed on my butt cheek! I was anticipating a spanking but never prepared for it. The slap was not really hard and the pain disappeared soon after. But I began to feel the burning and the pain as Daddy dropped his palm again on the same spot. "Ouch! Daddy!" Daddy spanked my buttocks a few more times on the same spot, the weight of his slap increasing each time. Tears were beginning to well up in my eyes as Daddy's handprint was burning on my skin! "Baby, you have all the freedom in this house, but to open my locked wardrobe without my permission is totally unacceptable. Do you understand?" "I understand. Daddy, I understand. I am sorry!" In one swift action, Daddy pulled my thin booty shorts down my thighs and exposed my bare ass completely, causing my pussy to throb uncontrolled. It was a mixed moment of pain, embarrassment and excitement. Never in my life has someone pulled down my shorts and exposed the most private part of my sex. My cheeks blushing in heat as the embarrassment swept through my face. However the excitement of exposure awaken the exhibitionist inside me! I shamelessly tiled my ass higher to display my engorged lips! His hand came back to my other butt cheek. "Baby, I want you to remember this rule; always ask for permission." Another slap landed on my fresh butt cheek, the weight was not like the first slap. It was much heavier! "Ouch!" Soon the slaps increased in weight and speed until I twitched and hissed in pain. Tears escaped my eyes and rolled down my face as the spanking continued to shake my hot burning bum. I didn't expect my mischief would lead to this! "I am sorry Daddy. I promise not to do it again. I promise!" I begged for forgiveness while clutching my ass cheeks to ease the intense pain. "You promise?" After a few more spankings Daddy finally stopped. "Yes Daddy, I promised! I will always ask for permission first!" Although Daddy stopped, the waves of stinging pain continued to spread over my clutched buttocks. "Good girl! I like good girl." "Pain?" His warm palm caressed my tender red buttocks, giving me some reliefs and comfort. "Yes Daddy. But I deserved the punishment." "Yes, you deserved the punishment. The red and the pain will go away soon." Daddy continued to gently caress and squeeze my butt cheeks. To my surprise, despite all the pain my pussy crack was on the verge of leaking! "Now baby, sit on Daddy's lap." I rose from Daddy lap and pulled my shorts back, the thin white shorts wrapped my moist pussy again. As much as I was aroused by Daddy's spanking, Daddy was equally hard after he spanked me! The bulge on Daddy's lap was too big to ignore! His loose shorts were barely covering his manhood, leaving the shape of his cock clearly outlined. This was the first time I could see the shape of Daddy's manhood! His manhood was touching my crotch when I sat on his lap with my legs spread on his sides. "Daddy punished you the first moment Daddy accepted you as my baby. So I want to make sure you understand that Daddy punished you not because you are a bad girl, nor I am the type of Daddy who loves to punish his baby for his own selfish gratification." Daddy wiped the tears from my cheeks then pulled my waist closer to him, adding pressure to my crotch against his erect manhood. "I understand Daddy!" "It is that going through my personal items and use them without my permission is certainly punishable. That's why you were punished today. That's the only reason to your punishment. Clear?" "Yes Daddy, I am clear." "Now give Daddy a kiss." I held Daddy head by his cheeks and planted my first wet kiss onto his lips. Daddy pulled my waist even closer and I ground my crotch up and down along his hard on. Soon we progressed into a wet kiss and indulged in our bodily gratification. Daddy experienced lips and tongue was driving me to heaven. "Daddy, teach me to be your real young fuck toy, I want to be your fuck toy..." I broke the kiss to express my desire and plunged my lips onto Daddy's lips again. "Ummm... humm... ahhh..." Daddy was greedily exploring my back from my ass cracks up to my neck while I continued to grind his erect manhood. Eventually Daddy broke the kiss. "Daddy, can I be your angel today? That day in the club, everyone enjoyed your angel but Daddy didn't. Today I want to be an angel, just for Daddy." "Angel? You want to be my angel today?" Daddy caressed my face and seemed happy to my suggestion. "Yes, I want to be Daddy's most adorable angel today!" "Good! Daddy wants to play with his angel today. Go..." Daddy lightly patted my butt and I happily went upstairs to the kinky wardrobe. There were quite a few lingerie sets to go with the angel wings, but I decided to be a naked angel today. I so wanted to be totally naked for Daddy. Walking down the stairs with just a pair of angel wings bouncing on my back, I can't contained my excitements from showing through my smiles. But as I saw Daddy stunned in astonishment, I realized I have hit Daddy's nerve with the angel wings. "Hey Sir, I am looking for Mr Steve Low. Are you Mr Steve Low? Hehe..." I wanted to pretend an angel comes to earth scene but can't stop my giggle. "Yes I am Steve Low. How may I help you... Miss Angel?" Daddy scanned me from my face down to my toes and back on my face. My whole body filed with joys! "Great! Mr Steve Low, heaven has come across your generosity in providing and protecting a 19 year old girl from hunger and danger. Because of your good deed, the heaven has awarded you with an angel, that's me, angel Nikki." "That's heavenly fantastic! You are my reward... what a wonderful reward!" Daddy stood up and came closer to me. "Yes, angel Nikki is all yours now. I hope you don't mind about me being naked. You know clothing is optional in heaven and I don't really like clothing. Unless you want me to, I will wear whatever you wish. I will do whatever you wish. I am all yours now." I knelt down and plant a kiss on the back of Daddy's hand like a slave submitting to her Master. "So you are all mine! All I wish for is a fuck toy, can an angel be my fuck toy?" Daddy sat on the sofa again and caressed my hair. "Yes, I can be your fuck toy, I want to be your fuck toy Daddy... Can I call you Daddy?" "Sure. You can call me Daddy. But to be my fuck toy, you have to know Daddy's cock first. Go take a look and say hey." "Now?" My face blushed when Daddy asked me to take a look at his manhood! "Yes. Now" My heart raced as Daddy spread his legs to allow more space for me to get closer. I didn't know how to begin so I stared at Daddy for help. "Open it." My hands were subtly shaking when I released Daddy's giant cock from the constraint of his shorts. His angry purple cock head sprung into the air the moment I pulled the waistband. "Daddy... it's BIG!" I looked up to Daddy in shocked. "First time seeing a real cock?" "Yes Daddy. Can I?" "Sure. You have LONG way to go baby." My face blushed again as Daddy used a double meaning word. The veiny shaft continued to emerge as I pulled the waistband down all the way to the base. "Daddy, it's taller than my face!" "Yes, I guess so." Daddy answered with pride. With one hand holding the waistband, I grasped the hard rod before me and pulled it closer to me. "Slow down baby, slow down. Take off my shorts first." My face turned full blush as I realized I was too eager to taste Daddy's cock! "Yes Daddy." Daddy lifted up his bottom and I pulled Daddy shorts all the way off his legs. Daddy's magnificent manhood and his balls displayed right before my eyes! I was spellbound and could not move my eyes away! "Baby, now you can touch it, feel it and play with it." The heat and the stiffness of the shaft in my hands sent thrills down my spine. The sleazy thoughts of the big wide cock inside my body aroused me further and my pussy quickly flooded with my love juice. I rubbed the length of the stiff shaft while leaning my head closer to Daddy's cock. "Can I kiss?" "Go ahead baby." "Thank you Daddy!" I maneuvered the shaft to my mouth and I kissed the cock head lightly. The mesmerizing faint scent of Daddy's male organ stimulated my desire. My kiss was getting deeper and soon my lips enveloped Daddy's cock head. I sucked and licked the cock head inside my mouth like having a wet kiss with Daddy's cock. "Yes baby... Yes!" Daddy had his eyes closed and moaned softly. I was happy and proud of my achievement! After a few more kisses, Daddy leaned forward and held my head firmly as I continued to kiss his cock head. Daddy began to take control, pushing my mouth deeper down his hard meat rod. I was struggling to accommodate his thick cock. Soon Daddy's cock head was chocking at my throat, but Daddy continued forcing it further down until I was gagging on his cock. My tears role down my cheeks and my saliva wet Daddy cock, making a sloppy messy scene in front of Daddy. Daddy was so powerful! I wasn't sure if that was Daddy's sheer muscle strength or Daddy's strong desire that he kept inside him for too long. "Yes, good girl!" "How do you like it baby?" I nodded with my head in limited movement under Daddy firm grips, completely submitted myself to Daddy! "Look at Daddy, I want to see how you take Daddy's cock." I obediently looked up to Daddy as the endless shaft was forced down my throat, again and again, faster and faster. Daddy moans were getting louder and louder as my lips was inching towards the base of his cock. I could feel Daddy's force and lust as Daddy was using my throat for his gratification. I was determined to be Daddy's good girl to take in whatever Daddy is giving! Daddy was getting very rough and forceful, pushing my head down his thick hard shaft. His cock head shoved deep into my throat. I am powerless to do anything except to relax my throat for Daddy's pleasure! My throat kept rejecting Daddy big cock with strong gag reflexes every time Daddy forced his cock down my throat. "Try not to cough... relax baby!" Daddy lightly slapped my face to remind me how to be his good girl. I nodded as tears role down my cheeks. I have determined to do my best for Daddy! Daddy shoved his cock down my throat again, again and again, deeper and deeper every time! "Look at me, my little angel. Look at me while I cum on your face!" Daddy lifted my head up along his cock and I quickly looked up to Daddy like a good little girl and got ready to receive Daddy's cum. Daddy immediately exploded in my mouth while my lips were still enveloped his cock head! For the first time in my life, a man came right before me, right inside my mouth! Daddy's cum filled my mouth. Daddy pulled out and continued to cum all over my face. That was a lot of cum! I have never expected so much cum! Then Daddy shoved his cock back into my mouth again. I remembered that all girls suck and swallow cum in the porn videos, so I sucked and swallowed Daddy's cum. It tasted strange but nice. I continued to lick and suck the cum around Daddy's cock. "Daddy, did I do well?" I looked up to Daddy while clearing the cum around my lips and my face into my mouth.

Naked In School - Stephen and Stephanie by Eros_343 Naked In School Ch. 01 Stephen is selected to be naked in school; his sister helps. A week before summer vacation, my whole family started acting weird. My sister and mother became much more free with their bodies. And Dad was completely chill about it. I think he was more distracted by Mom's body to say anything to my sister. Then yesterday, I got this pamphlet in the mail, welcoming to a new school and that I was part of "The Program". The opening paragraph welcomed me to my new school, a school specifically only for 18 year old and above seniors. What the hell kind of high school only taught one grade?! The next page of the pamphlet made my heart skip a beat. A gorgeous naked blonde girl was front and center. No way this was from a school! My dick tingled at the sight of her, and i felt myself getting hard looking at her. I pulled my eyes from her, and read the rest of it. Apparently a few students every week, an equal number of boys and girls, were selected to spend the entire day at school naked. There was a naked dude too, with his cock swinging around. They would also be using the opposite gendered locker room. Exploration of anatomy was encouraged. What the fuck even was this?! Knowing my mom, there was a chance I'd never see this pamphlet again, so I pulled down my pants and, *ahem* properly enjoyed the picture of the naked girl. I finished into a sock and went into the hallway after catching my breath. My sister was in the hallway, in just a tank top and her panties. Her appearance made me do a double take, and I felt my dick twitch despite having just releived myself. "Hey Scott." "Hey Alice. You know where Mom and Dad are?" As I said that, an extremely loud moan came from the room down the hall. It was then that I noticed the loud banging of the bed against the wall. I blushed. "I see they're busy." Jess, my sister, nodded. "Kinda romantic." "I guess." Listening to my parents fuck made me uncomfortable, and I started to head back to my room when Jess stopped me. "What you got there?" "Just this thing from school." "Oh, you've been selected for The Program." "How do you know about it?" "Heard rumors about it," Jess said. "So, you'll be exposing yourself to the school." "This has got to be a joke." "Afraid not," Jess said. "It's allowed because everybody is above 18." "What am I going to do?!" "Take your clothes off, I guess." Jess eyed me. "You shy?" I nodded. "What if you practiced with me?" "What?!" "The whole school is going to see your noodle. I'll probably see it too. Just show me first and get it over with." "I can't do that." "Why not?" "You're my sister." "The Program is designed to help you get over things like this," she said. "Besides, like I said, I'll probably see it anyway." What she was saying made a lot of sense in a very weird way. but Mom and Dad would be done eventually. "Fine, but let's go to my room. I don't want Mom and Dad getting the wrong idea." Jess smirked and nodded before following me to my room. As I got her in here, an idea came into my head. An idea that i shouldn't have had, but regardless, here it was. I took off my shirt and set it to the side before looking at Jess. "I don't want to eb the only one naked." "What?" "Well, the pamphlet said there would be an equal number of girls as guys partipating. So if we're doing a realistic practice, we should both be naked." "You want to see your sister naked?" Jess pressed her breasts together under your shirt. "Well, I didn't mean it like that." "But you do." Jess seemed to be enjoying too much. "If you don't want to, it's fine." Jess shook her head and pulled her tank top over her head. Her beautiful breasts were exposed. Her rosy nipples stiffened at the exposure and I had to contain myself. I didn't actually think she would do it. "Happy?" Jess said. "Come on. I'm not going further until you do." I pulled down my shorts so that I was only in my boxers, and i realized the predicament I was in. Jess's tits really excited me. Im sure she could see the bulge in my boxers, but I was nervous to go all the way. She urged me to get it over with and I pulled them down without thinking. I now stood completely naked before my topless sister with a hard-on. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Jess said as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down to show her shaved pussy. I caught a glimpse of her lower lips as she stepped out of them. "Yeah, this isn't as bad as I thought." "I see you enjoyed it quite a bit, actually." "Jess!" "Sorry," Jess said. There was a pause of silence. "I am flattered though." "Jess!" "I'm enjoying it too." Jess's eyes were pointed right at my dick. "You have a nice cock." "I-uh-well, thank you, Jess." The words barely formed in my mouth. Jess was looking less like my sister and more like a hot naked girl. "Your-uh-your tits are nice." Jess grinned and used her arms to press them together. The sight was hypnotic. "Glad you like them. Want a feel?" My hands almost reflexively went to reach, but i stopped myself. "Jess! That's crazy!" "I saw that." Jess grinned and shook her boobs side to side. "I know you want to." No point in denying it, and i might not get another chance. I approached my sister and put y hands on her boobs. They were soft and firm to my touch. I pinched her hard nipples and she let out a soft squeal. Her soft fingers wrapped around my member and tugged softly. "Jess." "You're touching mine." "Jess," I said. "That feels so good, please don't stop." "Don't worry little bro, I won't." Jess kept stroking my hard cock. I rubbed her tits some more. I got more adventurous and rubbed the rest of her naked body. I squeezed her atheltic ass. Her pubes were prickly to my touch and her pussy was warm and wet. My middle finger circled her clit and ahe let out a soft moan. "Oh fuck." Jess closed her eyes and jerked me harder. "Jess, it needs lube." She nodded and pushed my hand away from her pussy. Before I could ask what was going on, she knelt down and put my cock in her mouth. I closed my eyes in pleasure and let her suck me off. My sister's mouth felt incredible and I felt the familiar sensation travel up frkm my balls. "Jess, I'm about to cum." Jess sucked harder and I let out a loud grunt before cumming in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my cock as I pumped my seed into her mouth. She sucked it all in, and then stood. Jess grinned and half sat on my bed. Her legs spread to show off her juicy center, and I sat next to her. My fingers returned to her moist clit. She let out soft moans as my fingers worked on her. "Just like this, Stephen." I rubbed her faster and her legs tightened around my hand. Seeing her so aroused was turning me on again. She gave out a final moan as her entire body stiffened. She panted as she looked me in the eyes. She then looked lower and saw my semi before smirking. "Good luck at school tomorrow." Thanks." After Jess left, the post nut clarity started to hit me. What the fuck did I just do?! **** Mom and Dad seemed unphased by The Program. Just like Jess, they acted like it was normal. That 'it would help me overcome inhibitions'. I obviously did not tell them that Jess had helped me "prepare". I drove to school, following the instructions laid out in the pamphlet. The school looked normal enough, and it was weird that they could hold just one grade and maintain this size. Again, just like the pamphlet said, I was to report to the principal. The principal was a woman, she had on a tight business suit. It maintained professionality, but the skirt was a touch shorter than expected, and several of her buttons were undone to show her creamy cleavage. She looked no older than 30. "Ah yes, thank yo for arriving. Please wait here for the other participants." I nervously waited in the chair for the other students. In a chair next to me was another guy. His name was Robert. He was slim built. Minutes felt like hours as I waited for them to tick by. An atheltic blonde showed up, and I couldn't wait to see her naked. She grinned at both of us and gave me a wink for noticing her. A nerdy girl with bushy hair and glasses was next. Three guys showed up. After what felt like an eternity (but was actually like 15 minutes), w were all here. Eight girls and eight guys. The principal congratulated us and gave a box in front of each of us. She told us that this was for our clothes. She went over the Program again, and it was mostly all information that was in the pamphlet. She did go over the fact that we could seek "relief" between classes, and that the teachers will draw attention to us at class. When she finished, the nerdy girl wi bushy hair raised her hand. "Yes, Hailey?" "This is like, a joke or something, right?" The principal shook her head. "No ma'am, this is no joke." "What kind of school is this?!" "A very special one that you should be grateful you're a part of. Now please, if there are no more questions, I need you all to disrobe." A muscular guy who looked like a football player raised his hand. "Yes, Chris?" "Are there any limits for relief?" The principal smirked. "Any method to obtain relief is allowed. The person providing relief can use their hands, mouth, or even their own genitalia to get you off. There is no need to find privacy, this entire activity is deaigned to help you be more open. You may ask anybody for relief, though they may of course turn you down. This includes your partner, other students, teachers, the cafeteria workers. And yes Chris, even me, but I don't think you're ready yet." Chris nodded and smirked. The guy sitting next to him chuckled and punched his arm. We all stood. Most of us hesitated starting to disrobe as none of was sure what would happen. The athletic blonde had no hesitation and pulled her tight t-shirt over her head. Her gloriously large tits were held back by a purple lacy bra, which she also quickly unsnapped. Creamy tits were perky without the bra and her nipples were stiff for us all to see. With the ice broken, I took off my shirt and jeans to put them in the box. I inhaled deeply as I hooked my thumbs into my boxers. I took a chance to look around the room. About half the guys were already naked, and they all had raging boners. The girls were mostly down to their panties. Hailey, the nerdy girl, had only just gotten her bra off. Her boobs were a bit smaller than average, but they fit her petite fram very nicely. The blonde of course was already butt naked, and I enjoyed looking at her shaved pussy before taking my boxers off to reveal my boner. The principal went and gathered everybody's box, and told us we could pick them up at the end of the day. We could judt show up to school naked after this, but if not, we were to come to the office to disrobe. Hailey raised her hand again. "Won't we get in trouble for being naked outside of school?" The principal chuckled. "Of course not. The law has calmed down on such things. Now, let me read off your partners. Your partner will be with you for most classes. You are encouraged to spend time with your partner. You are free to ask your partner for relief, and they you. You can of course ask for relief from anyone, but your partner is the one you will spend the most time with, so they should be your first choice." She read down a list. "Robert and Hailey. You are partners." Robert looked excitedly at Hailey, and she perked up hearing this. Her pubes were less trimmed, but she had a cute butt. "Stephen and Stephanie." I perked up hearing my name. I looked around the room, looking for who Stephanie was. Low key I was also looking at all the girls now that they were naked. The blonde girl waved, and a shot went through my heart. The principal called out several other names before dismissing us to our first class. "So," Stephanie said. "This is it." "This is it." Standing next to this naked girl was a bit intimidating, as well as being naked next to all these other people. Practicing in front of my sister had helped a little bit, I feel like. I was ever so slightly less nervous in front of Stephanie. My eyes were drawn straight to her big tits. Stephanie returned the favor my eyeing my dick. "Looks like you need relief already." "I mean, if you don't mind." Stephanie spit in her hand and ran her hand up and down my cock. Her hands felt amazing and she had such a strong grip. She tightened as she pulled up so that most of the pressure was on the tip. I let out a groan and braced myself on the wall. Her fist hammered up and down on my rod. And I finally felt it all just blast out. Stephanie aimed it at the grass, and I watched ropes of cum shoot out in front of me. Stephanie relaxed her grip on me and kissed me on the cheek. "Better?" I nodded. "Very. Want it returned?" "Aww, flad you're not selfish." Stephanie grinned. "Yes, please, it's such a turn on knowing all these guys are looking at my naked body. And a lot of the girls too." Stphanie spread her legs slightly and I rubbed her clit. She wasn't lying about being turned on; she was wetter than my sister. Louder too. She didn't hold back her orgasmic moans at all as I stroked her clit. Being this close to her, I took the chance to suck on her nipples. They were nice and hard already and she stroked the back of my head as I suckled her. Her hips bucked under my hand and she let out a scream. Thighs nearly crushed my hand. Stephanie slowly came down from her orgasm and her thighs released my hand. Her hand patted the back of my head and I reluctantly came up from her nipple. "We're going to be great partners." Naked In School Ch. 02 Stephen and Stephanie proceed through their school day naked. The crowds stared at my junk as I walked. Well, they stared in my direction anyway. They could just as easily have been staring at the naked girl walking next to me. We were both selected for a nudity program, simply called The Program. A group of us were selected to be naked in school for one week. Stephanie, my assigned partner, enjoyed the attention by returning the looks she was getting from her classmates. We got stopped by a group of students. "Hey, is it really true you have to pose for us?" Stephanie nodded. "Yep." "Bend over," said one of them. Stephanie wordlessly turned away from the group and bent over. Her ass cheeks spread apart to show her butthole, and her pussy lips were more visible as she bent over. My cock stood at the glorious sight, which a girl in the group didnt hesitate to pointed out. "We can tell he likes it!" I hated being unable to hide my arousal. There was nothing I could do. No baggy pants, no positioning, nothing. The other guys had visible bulges in their pants, but mine was the most obvious, so nobody cared about theirs. "Shit, who wouldnt enjoy this?!" Someone else said, which made me a bit more comfortable. The same girl raised an eyebrow. "How about some equality? You bend over, too!" I sighed and did what was asked of me. It felt silly, and I was very self-conscious of what I was doing. I felt my cheeks spread apart and the air touch my butthole. Never before had I heard of girls enjoying a guy's butthole. Did she do this because she wanted to see it, or did she just want me to be embaraased like Stephanie was? In any case, she definitely stared at that part of my body. After what was longer than comfortable, she told me I could stand. My cock was fully erect now from her attention, and her eyes went straight to it. She just stared at it for several long seconds, and she began to lick her lips. Now I was getting even more excited. Meanwhile, Stephanie was submitting to other poses. Some asked her to spread her pussy lips, and another asked her to jiggle her tits. She reminded them that they couldn't touch without asking. And after asking, she told them no. The girl stared at my rock hard cock. "Make it spin." "What?" "Like, helicopter or something." I moved my hips and did the best I could to swing it around for her. Being as hard I was though, the best I could do was swing it side to side. It slapped against my thigh each time, and the girl was absolutely hypnotized by it. "Can I touch it?" "Sure." I stopped moving and her cool fingers wrapped around my member. She squeezed and tugged slightly. Her hand traveled down until they touched my balls. Her fingernails went down the wrinkled skin of my sack and she grinned while looking into my eyes. "This the first one I touched." "I'm happy to be your first." "I want to lick it," she said. "Please," I breathed. She bent down and her soft lips touched the tip of my dick. Her tongue licked up the side and I let out a moan. "That feel good?" "Feels fucking amazing." Just before she was about to take the whole thing in her mouth, the bell rang. I muttered a curse as we both had to get to class. She kissed the tip and grinned. "Don't be upset. I'll see you later." The group left the both of us alone. My hard cock waved back and forth with every step I took. I looked at Stephanie's beautiful tits and got more excited. She looked at me with a knowing smile, but said nothing. Our first class was English. The teacher was a young man, barely older than us, and he had a thick brown beard. His eyes lingered on Stephanie as she walked in, and continued watching while she found her seat. The bell rang to indicate students were tardy and the teacher turned away a couple students. They begged him not to, but he insisted they report to the principal's office for tardiness. With glum expressions, they went down the hall to the office. "Hello class, I am your teacher, Mr. Scott. As you may have noticed, we have two participants in The Program with us today. Come on up here." I wasn't a fan of being shown off to the whole class and it wasn't like it wasn't obvious who we were. I huffed as I stood from my seat and went to the front of the class. Stephanie didn't seem to mind at all and swayed her hips as she walked up to the front. "Class, this is Stephanie." Stephanie cocked her hips and blew a kiss to the room. Several students whistled at her and Scott had to calm the class down. "And Stephen." I waved at the classroom, and to my surprise, I got a lot of attention too. Several girls whistled at me and I heard a couple remarks about what they'd do with my dick, which was only just barely starting to go down. Hearing the attention, it sprang to full mast, much to the audible delight of many of the girls. "Now," Scott clasped his hands together. "We are encouraged to incorporate participants of The Program into our curriculum. So, as an assignment, I'd like to ask everybody to write an erotic poem or literature about these two beautiful students. I heard several colorful comments to both of these participants, so it shouldn't be too difficult for you to find the words." I felt conflicted. I didn't know what to think about half the students in class writing about what they'd do to my body. As I looked into the crowd, they were all eyeing either myself or Stephanie up, most making no attempts not to stare. A girl in the front row licked her lips as she looked at my dick. Breaking my attention, Stephanie asked the teacher about our assignments. He told us it was the same. "I bet he has some thoughts about you, I know I do." The class gasped at his honesty, which he ignored. "And you probably have thoughts about him. Principal Becky is very good at choosing partners." "Sorry, the principal's name is Becky?" Mr Scott nodded. "Yes. And not Rebecca, she prefers Becky. Miss Becky." Odd name. A student raised their hand and stated it would be helpful to see us in action. He chuckled. "I can't ask them to fuck. Unless they're offering." I wouldn't hesitate to offer to fuck Stephanie, but I didn't want to put her into a spot where she had to agree. Stephanie was about to answer the question, when the same student spoke up again. I had no way of knowing if Stephanie was about to refuse or comply. "The student is allowed sexual relief," the student said. "This relief can be given by either a student or teacher, or the student may masturbate." The way she so matter of factly spelled that out was unnerving. But yes, that is what Principal Becky said. "Well, relief should be asked for within the first five minutes," the teacher replied. "But I guess I didn't give you that chance. Participants, would you like relief?" Denying my boner would be laughable, but I wasn't quite comfortable asking to jack off in front of the whole class, either. Luckily, Stephanie broke the ice and said she would take relief. I simply sighed and nodded. Almost every dude's hand went up to volunteer for Stephanie's relief, but to their collective (and very vocal) dismay, she said that she would simply masturbate. She asked Scott for his chair, which he seemed more than happy to lend to her. The leather chair rolled out from behind his desk, and he pushed it toward her. Stephanie thanked him with a naughty grin before sitting down. Her boobs swayed as she got comfortable on the leather and she spread her legs so that they hung over the arms of the chair. Her fingers went to her pussy, which was visibly shining. First, she made small circles around the lips. Her stiff nipples became even stiffer when she rubbed them with her free hand. Her breathing quickened, making her breasts more noticeably rise and fall. My dick ached with desire, and now that I had permission, I took my cock into my hand and began pumping up and down. I'd never jacked off with an audience before, and for a second I was worried I'd wake up or something or someone would scream and demand I stop. Even at nudist resorts you can't just jerk it when and where you want. At least, I'm pretty sure you can't. Never been to one. But nothing and nobody stopped me. In fact, as I peeled my eyes from Stephanie to look around the class, I noticed many eyes were on me. Mostly focused on my dick. My eyes went back to Stephanie and I slowly stroked up and down. The slight discomfort from no lube was made up by the gorgeous sight in front of me. Stephanie beckoned me forward and my heart leaped in my chest. "Need some lube?" She asked. "Yes, please," I said with no hesitation. Stephanie leaned forward and spit on my cock. She even gave it a few strokes to make sure it coated my member before spitting on it again. She gave me a grin and a wink before rubbing her pussy more. Her fingers dipped inside her orifice and came out shining. To my shock, she wasn't done with me as she took her hand covered in her natural pussy juice and rubbed that onto my dick as well. "There's your lube." Stephanie's hands went back to her pussy as she rubbed her clit. Soft moans came from her mouth. My fist now hammered on my lubed up hard dick. I gave a low grunt and she moaned louder. We both masturbated right there in front of the whole class. After a second, the fact that everybody was watching made it even more excited. A familiar tingling filled my balls and panic hit as I had no idea where to finish. It wasn't like outside where I could just cum on the grass. I'm sure Mr Scott wouldn't appreciate cum on his floor. The thought of cumming on Stephanie entered my mind, but I didn't want to ask her and no time for back up if her answer was no. Mr Scott seemed to realize my struggle and handed me some Kleenex. I accepted them graciously and covered my dick hole with them before letting out a loud grunt. Pleasure pulsed through my body as I came right there in front of everyone. My hips bucked to an imaginary partner as my semen soaked into the tissues. When I was done, I threw them in the trash and thanked Scott. He barely gave me a nod as almost all his attention was on Stephanie. She was writhing in his chair and moaning very loudly now. Stephanie's whole body tensed up. She screamed out her orgasm and squirmed in Mr Scott's chair as she rode it out. She finally relaxed in the chair while panting. She let out a long exhale and smiled at all the people staring at her. Scott gave her a couple seconds to regain her composure before sending us both back to our seats. Stephanie licked her fingers clean. As I went back to my desk, I realized that maybe public masturbation wasn't so bad. And at least I got to relieve my tension. All these guys that just watched Stephanie play with herself, they would all be pent up, probably until they got home. The bulge in Mr Scott's pants was especially obvious. The rest of the class went by as usual until the bell rang. Next was chemistry class. The teacher was a man in his 30s, and he flirted with Stephanie quite a bit. In fact, he flirted with all the girls. Other than that though, not much happened. However, he did hint at a lab and said there is an exemption in his class in regards to the Program. Lab safety is apparently more important than whatever purpose the Program served, and so we would be wearing aprons/lab coats to the lab later this week. Then it was math class. The teacher was blonde with big tits with a tight purple skirt and matching vest. Her first couple buttons were undone showing her ample cleavage. Just as my eyes were on her tits, her eyes went straight to my junk. "My, Steven, what a lovely package." "Uh, thanks," I said. Getting attention made my cock begin to rise. It had been nearly two hours since I jacked off in English class, and walking naked next to Stephanie has a certain effect on a man. I wanted to return the teacher's compliment, but I suddenly got nervous as I was caught off guard. "You have a nice set of packages, too." She grabbed her breasts and hefted them up. They moved slightly in her tight outfit, just enough to be interesting. "Oh, these? Yeah, they're pretty nice. Maybe you'll get to see them one day. The Program isn't just for students, y'know." Thoughts of seeing this teacher naked entered my head and I was at full mast. And she definitely noticed. "Oh, you seem to like that idea," she smiled. "Well, I'm Ms. Valerie, and you look like you could use some relief." I nodded. "Yes, please." "From me?" I nodded wordlessly. The thought of getting jerked by and older woman thrilled me. Valerie grinned and her fingers wrapped around my hard cock. Her hand was very different from Stephanie's or my sister's. It felt slightly rougher, but not uncomfortably so. Valerie tugged my dick while students walked past us. I did my best to ignore everyone else and focus on her cleavage, or on Stephanie's ass as she walked around us. My dick twitched in her hand and she stroked faster. Her arm moving to jerk me made her tits jiggle even more, and my gaze locked onto them. Valerie reached up with her free hand and popped open a button so that I could see more of her tits. "Oops," she said naughtily. "Your tits are so fucking hot." In the throes of passion, I apparently became a little less awkward. Valerie giggled, and with her free hand, she guided one of my hands into her shirt to let me feel her soft flesh. My fingertips rubbed her hard nipple, eliciting a moan from her. She stroked me faster and got me closer to my release. My hand squeezed on her soft bosom. It was so tempting to unbutton her top and expose her tits completely, but I was too close to my orgasm to work her buttons. I let out a moan and Valerie knelt down to catch my seed on her tongue. I saw even further down her blouse as she was on her knees. Her mouth opened and I felt her hot breath on my cock. Blasts of cum landed on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed, then she kissed my tip to suck out the last couple droplets. I gasped in pleasure as my whole body reacted to her lips on my dick hole. Valerie swallowed and told me to find a seat. After sitting, a guy high fived me. "Nice man, this teacher is hot as fuck. I can't wait for my turn with her." "It'll happen sooner than you think, Joseph." His face dropped. Apparently he wasn't as anxious to get his turn as he thought. The class continued more or less as a normal math class would, albeit with a bit more open flirting with the students. I especially enjoyed watching Valerie's butt wiggle while she erased the equations before moving onto the next one. Next up was PE. Changing in the lockers was completely unnecessary now, so Stephanie and I were the first ones in class. It became a little awkward as we waited for the others to change. Again, I began to get pretty hard being alone with Stephanie and both of us naked. I looked at her perfect tits with pink nipples. The sides of her ass cheeks pressed into the floor. She turned toward me and my eyes snapped away. "I know you were looking." "Sorry." "Don't be sorry. Every guy here has been looking at my body today. It would be weirder to say you didn't look." "Thanks." "Besides, I know you enjoy it." Stephanie stroked to tip of my hard cock. "Ultimate compliment." "It's kinda strange not being able to hide it." "Oh?" Stephanie's fingers slid down my shaft. "Well, I for one, am glad it's not being hidden. I've been looking at you, too." Since she was openly touching me, so I figured it would be ok to return the favor. I stroked her nipple. It slowly tensed up. She told me to be a man and just squeeze the whole thing. I was more than happy to do so, and I enjoyed her soft, firm flesh. My dick was rock hard now. Other students began to come out of the lockerrom and into the gym. "Mutual relief?" I asked her. "Might want to save yourself for the showers," she grinned. "Save it to jerk off in front of a bunch of naked dudes?" "Did you not pay attention? You go to the opposite lockerroom." A shot went through my heart. I forgot about that. A million scenarios went through my head. They were all amazing, but I was suddenly nervous for the first time at this school. How would the girls react? How should I react? So far, this school has been sex positive to an absurd level, but I wasn't sure how the lockerroom would go. Thoughts raced in my head as I thought about it. I looked at the girls in gym class with renewed interest. I was about to see every one of them naked. I watched their asses move in their tight shorts, knowing I was about to see everything under them. Several girls looked at me and then glanced at my cock with a grin. Class finally started. A fit woman who introduced herself as Coach Susan was the first teacher today that didn't seem to notice or care that there were two naked students. She made us workout like any other student. We ran laps, did jumping jacks, pushups, pullups, etc. It was a little awkward running around with my dick flopping all over the place. Speaking of which, my boner went away pretty fast. I guess the blood had other places to be. Watching Stephanie run and excercise was very interesting, though, as I was able to see muscles under her skin tense and flex with each movement. Her tits bounced with every movement. She had nearly my full attention during jumping jacks. By the time gym class was over, I was hot, sweaty, and in desperate need of a shower. Stephanie's entire naked body sparkled with her sweat. She caught me looking again and winked. I made no effort to turn away this time. Coach Susan blew her whistle. "Time to hit the showers, boys and girls. Also, remember, if you're naked, you go with the opposite gender lockerroom." I took a deep breath. This was it. Every guy's fantasy, and I was about to live it. Stephanie slapped me on the butt. "Have fun. I know I will." I watched her disappear into the mass of guys. I could only imagine how that would go. Part of me worried for her safety. I turned to follow the mass of girls into the lockerroom. The lockerroom looked pretty familiar; it more or less looked like a guy one, but filled with girls. Many of whom were already half naked. A few noticed and turned to me. One saw me staring and stopped taking off her bra. She just hesitated and awkwardly stared. A couple made a show of it and went as far as to jiggle their tits when they took off their bras, and some even bent over after taking off their panties. There were a few that did not seem to care and continued to disrobe. I saw their beautiful tits, butts, and pussies. Most were shaved. A few were trimmed. One had an untamed black bush. I got so distracted with everything to look at that I almost forgot why I was there. I made my way to the showers and turned one on. There was no dividers or separate stalls. Really, no privacy of any kind. Just shower heads mounted into the walls about six and a half feet high with soap dispensers next to the shower dials. Since I didn't have to undress, I was the first one there. I pushed the button for soap dispenser and green body wash squirted into my palm. It smelled like something that would be labeled "Mountain Spring" or some such nonsense. It made decent enough suds when I rubbed my hands together, and I rubbed it onto my body. As I did, the temptation to use it as lube to masturbate increased. For a second though, I hesitated for reasons I wasn't quite sure. I was allowed to masturbate elsewhere, so why not here where I have so much to masturbate to? A girl got to the shower next to mine. She had dark hair, pale pink nipples, and a shaved pussy. Her tits looked like a perky c-cup. My fingers, coated in soap, wrapped around my cock as I eyed her body. She noticed me rubbing myself while looking at her and she gently placed her hand on my wrist. "Don't do that." "What?" "I'll help you." She shooed my hand away from my cock to replace with hers. "I was really excited when they said a guy would join us. I saw you running around naked and couldn't wait to get my hands on you." She felt up my chest and stomach with her free hand while stroking me. Her soap lubed fist went up and down my dick, and she twisted at the tip slightly, eliciting a gasp from me. "You like this." She giggled. "Love it." "Good," she grinned. "Now, since I'm washing this part of your body, can you wash the rest of me? Only seems fair." "Definitely seems fair." My eyes took in her beauty again, wondering where my hands would go first. My hands, almost guided on their own accord, went to her amazing tits. They were soft and firm, and her skin was slick from the water and now from soap. She moaned slightly and stroked me faster when I rubbed her nipples. I cleaned further down her body and her moans got louder as I rubbed her pussy. My fingers circled her opening. She was dripping wet, and I knew not all of it from the shower. I rubbed her clit and she stroked me even faster. A few other girls joined us. I felt a pair of boobs rubing my back. Someone soaped up my ass crack, and then fondled my balls from the back. Another girl washed my hair for me. My whole body tingled and finally I let loose. There was no time for a warning or worrying about where it pointed. White ropes of semen sprayed at the dark haired girl. It splattered onto her thigh and her stomach. She begged me for just a few more seconds rubbing her clit, which I happily gave her. Since she didn't need to pump me anymore, her hands were free and she held me in an embrace. She shooed a couple of the other girls away saying she had dibs. It was nice being held by her, and her body tensed more as i rubbed her to completion. She finally let out an orgasmic scream that echoed off the shower walls and she gripped me even closer. When she finally came down, she was panting. "See you next time." She grinned as she washed the semen off her and turned the shower off. "Unlike you, I actually do have to get dressed before class. Name is Wednesday by the way." "I'll see you." Wednesday shut off her shower and I watched her cute little ass as she turned to go to her locker. She was replaced with a redheaded girl. Freckles went down to her tits, which had nipples just a very light shade of pink and barely visible from the rest of her pale skin. She took a glance at my cock, which was still at half mast. The girls that were helping clean me hadn't really slowed down and were even beginning to rub my half erect dick. I was getting hard again, and so they stroked me fully. The redhead said nothing as she showered while watching the only girls stroke me. This time took longer than last time, but even so, again, I was about to cum. Just before I could, though, Coach Susan came in and shooed the girls away. "I know this is great, but we don't have all day. Stephen, you're only entitled to one relief. Please finish showering and get on out of there." "Yes, Coach," I said, embarassed. "Also, Stephen," she said. "Yes, Coach?" "Good work." The coach winked at me before walking away. I noticed her ass and thick hips then in her sweatpants that were loose, but also tight in the right places. "Thanks, Coach." I quickly finished my shower, and regrettably had to ignore my blue balls and the naked girls as I dried off with a towel from the bin of clean towels. When I was done, I tossed it into the dirty towel bin and made my way outside. I definitely took the time to check out all the scenery on the way out. The girls that were shy about my presence had apparently gotten over their shyness. Many were in towels by now, drying off from the shower, but they didn't hesitate to take their towels off when done. Wednesday was in a towel and she waved her hand to get my attention. She opened it up to show her naked body to me again, before putting on her black lace panties and bra. She buttoned up her white top and pulled on her black skirt before doing pulling her socks on. After her shoes were on, it looked like she was about to approach me for conversation, but then Coach Susan stopped her and took her to the office. Without knowing what was up, or how long she would be, I left. The sunlight stung my eyes as I walked outside. Stephanie was easy enough to find as the only naked girl outside in the crowd of guys. She greeted me as I approached her. "How was your shower?" Stephanie asked. "Fucking amazing!" I went into detail about how Wednesday jacked me off while I cleaned her body. And then there were so many horny girls that Coach Susan had to shoo them away. Stephanie found the story amusing and she laughed when Susan had to chase them away. "So that's why you're still hard." I looked down and nodded. "Yep. I came, and then the girls got me all excited again. How about you?" "Great!" Stephanie looked behind her at the guys. Most were openly staring at her ass. "Got a lot of well endowed guys at this school. I got covered with quite a bit of jizz as dudes jacked off under the pretense of 'washing it'. Didn't mind though, since I was in the shower and it washes right off. One dude asked for personal assistance, which I was happy to help with." "Which one?" I looked into the crowd to see if I could figure it out. "Can't tell you," Stephanie grinned. "He definitely enjoyed his handjob, though." "I bet he did," I told her. "You give such great ones." "Well thank you." Stephanie sighed. "I got no relief of my own, though." I noticed that her nipples were pretty pointy and her eyes barely left my dick for the whole conversation. "I think we have our lunch break right after gym." Stephanie let out a long exhale. "Well, I know what I'm doing on my break." "I can help you." I said it without even thinking. Stephanie simply nodded. "I could use some help, let's go, I have an idea." Hearing that Stephanie actively wanted my help sent a thrill through my body and down my dick. We waited for the bell. Several more guys and girls joined us outside as we waited. Oddly, I couldn't find Wednesday in the crowd. Ah well, I'd see her tomorrow. The bell rang, and Stephanie guided me around the back of the gym. We walked to the quad that was adjacent to the cafeteria. There were picnic tables and trees for shade. A few students who brought their lunches were already preparing to eat. Stephanie sat down on the ground near a tree. Her legs spread, letting me see her pussy openly and clearly. I took in the sight of her pink folds for several long seconds. "Are we about to fuck?" I asked her. "Not yet," Stephanie said. The fact that she said 'not yet' instead of 'no' intrigued me. "For now, please just eat me out. I need you to eat my pussy." I lowered myself to the ground so that my head was between Stephanie's thighs. Blades of grass tickled my hard dick. My face got close to her sex and I inhaled her scent. Being this close, I saw the individual follicles of her shaved pussy. It was so smooth with only the slightest hint of stubble. I kissed her inner thigh and she lightly ran her fingers through my hair. I kissed closer to her center and she let out a small gasp when I finally kissed her pussy lip. I licked up and around Stephanie's pussy lips. She squirmed slightly, and I watched her nipples harden. As tempting as it was to squeeze them, my hands cupped her ass while my tongue found her clit. Stephanie's moans grew louder as her fingernails dug into my scalp. "Oh fuck, Stephen!" Stephanie cried. "Please, more!" I lapped her sex faster, and her moans got louder. I could only imagine the crowd staring at us as we did this, but I didn't care. In fact, I started to get excited at an audience. "69!" Stephanie cried. "Hmm?" I managed without taking my mouth off her. "Bring your dick up here!" Stephanie demanded. "I need to feel it in my mouth." Without taking my mouth off Stephanie's snatch, I positioned myself into the 69. As soon as it was within range of her, Stephanie grabbed me by my butt for leverage and brought my dick the rest of the way to her face. Her warm, wet mouth took me in and she sucked hungrily. In excitement, I licked her cunt faster. Her muffled moans vibrated my cock, and my fingernails dug into her ass while I neared my release. Our bodies squirmed together. Her orgasmic moans were muffled in her mouth, which was being filled with my seed. Stephanie swallowed my cum, and I wiped her fluid off my face with my forearm. I stood first, and then helped her off the ground. She brushed some loose blades of grass off my butt and I did the same to her. She smiled at me. "Thanks. You eat pussy very well." "Well thank you," I told her. "You're good at sucking dick." Stephanie winked at me. "I know. Come on, let's go get some lunch." We stood in line like everyone else getting lunch. Several guys congratulated me on eating Stephanie out and said how much they envied me. The cafeteria workers served us the food. It smelled better than cafeteria food that I remember, and looked even better too. The mashed potatoes looked like actual mashed potatoes and not just something mixed with water. And instead of mystery meat, it was real steak. For a second I panicked because I didn't have a meal card, but after getting our food and our drink, there was nobody to scan it. "Is the food...free?" "Looks that way," Stephanie said. We shrugged and left the area to find a seat. We did our best to find a seat away from everyone else so we could enjoy our food. The steak was medium rare, just how I enjoyed it. Stephanie's was a bit more rare, which she said that's exactly how she likes her steak. Funny how that worked out. A couple minutes into the meal, and I broke the silence. "Hey Stephanie, you seem a bit more OK with this situation," I said. "Like, you didn't hesitate to take off your clothes this morning, and you seem to enjoy the attention you get." "Well, I'm a little used to being naked around others," Stephanie said. "You're a nudist?" Stephanie laughed. "No, I'm a stripper." "A stripper?!" The image of Stephanie naked on a stage, surrounded by dollar bills and drunk men entered my head. I imagined her twerking on a pole and burying men's faces in her tits. "Started when I turned 18 a couple months ago. Love it. I get all kinds of attention, and the money is great. Just gotta know how to draw boundaries with the troublemakers." "I bet you're the hottest girl there." "I'd say so." Stephanie winked. "Man, a stripper," I mused. "That's pretty hot." "Glad you think so," Stephanie said. "I stopped due to the recent move. I'll have to see if I can find another strip club around here. Haven't seen one." "I just moved to this area, too," I told her. "Yeah? How you like it?" "The school is a little weird." Stephanie nodded. "Very." Another set of Program participants came to join us at the table. It was the nerdy girl with bushy hair, and the slim guy. I know the guy was named Robert. He was slim with very little muscle tone. His dick was slightly bigger than mine. He was shaved all over. Hailey had a similar build with petite boobs, a cute small butt, and trimmed pubes. "Hello fellow naked people," Robert told us. "Hey man," I said. I looked at the girl. "What was your name again?" "Lindsay. Well, I go by either Hailey or Lindsay. I prefer Lindsay though." Lindsay was noticeably less shy than she was this morning. In fact, she seemed bursting to tell us something. When she finally opened her mouth, she was clearly excited. "So, have you, you know. Felt his weiner yet?" Stephanie chuckled. "Yes, I've given him a handjob and we 69'd by the tree a few minutes ago." Lindsay was grinning ear to ear, and also staring at my dick. Getting her attention made it stir. "You took him in your mouth?! How was it?" Stephanie looked at me and grinned. "It was great. Big enough for me to really get my lips around it, and his cum tastes amazing." "I bet it does!" Hailey licked her lips while looking at my junk. Knowing that she was imagining what my semen tasted like got me even harder. "Robert's is delicious as well." I gave him a knowing look, and Robert nodded with a grin. "Well, I didn't suck it like you did," Lindsay elaborated. "But we demonstrated masturbation in our sex ed class, and I let him cum in my mouth. And I jacked him off next class, again, right into my mouth." Robert nodded. "It's been a great day today. I also got a BJ from our math teacher this morning." "Who?" "Valerie." "I had her too," I said. "She only gave me a handy, though." "Had to be in her first period class, man." Robert grinned. "She's fucking awesome." "You had gym yet?" I asked. "Second period," Robert said. "These fucking cheerleaders man, holy shit." "I nearly came twice," I said. "Nice," Robert nodded. "I came on a girl's tits." "I saw so many dicks," Lindsay said. "So many masturbated to me right in the shower. I couldn't believe it. I was scared at first, but this is so invigorating." All four of us exchanged tales of what we did today. It was exciting seeing Lindsay bursting out of her bubble. She definitely wasn't the same girl who barely wanted to take her clothes off this morning. The bell eventually rang, and we had to part ways to our next class. When it was just Stephanie and I in the hall, Stephanie lightly touched my erection. "I see Lindsay got you pretty perked up. Or was is that for me, again?" "I mean, both," I told her. "I appreciate your honesty." Stephanie's finger traced a line up one of the veins of my cock. "If I'm being honest, I got some urges burning in me as well." "Hey, Stephanie," I said. "Yes, Stephen?" Stephanie was beginning to jack me off without me even asking her to. "So, you used to be a stripper." "Yep." Stephanie spit onto my dick and started to pump. "Can I get a lap dance from you?" "Oh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Stephanie's mouth got close to my ear and she licked my earlobe. "I bet you want this body against yours." I simply nodded. "Then you'll have to wait." "Wait?" Stephanie nodded. "We have two more classes. If you don't get relief again by the time school is out, then I'll give you a lap dance." "I can do that." Going another two hours with a raging boner and no relief sounded like torture. But it meant a naked lap dance from Stephanie, so I wasn't about to complain. I tried to focus on something us to make my boner go away. Tiles, lockers, anything. The next class. Math. A^2 +B^2 =C^2. Man the math teacher has some rocking titties. I wonder if I'll get to see them tomorrow. No Stephen. Bad Stephen. Stephen needs to be punished! No, stop it! As my thoughts battled internally, my body went to autopilot and followed Stephanie to my next class. My raging boner waving left and right with each step I took. Computer Science. Well, this couldn't be too bad. The teacher was young. Like, she barely looked older than the students. Her raven hair was cut into a pixie cut. It showed her youthful face very nicely. Her outfit was something I never saw before outside of sci-fi. It was this black one piece outfit that clung to her skin. It left little to the imagination, and I could even see her stiff nipples through it. So i knew that she had no bra on. "Ah, program participants. Welcome. My name is Galatea." Stephanie and I both returned the greeting. "Stephen, it looks like you could use some relief. Care to take care of that before class starts?" Stephanie raised her eyebrow and smirked. "Well, do you?" I sighed. "No thanks." "You sure?" Galatea repeated and licked her lips. "I can help you." The image of Galatea on her knees sucking my dick entered my head. I so badly wanted to, but I wanted Stephanie's lap dance more, so I declined again. We walked past her, and Stephanie nudged me. "Good job. I know that took a lot of strength." When Galatea taught, her voice had little inflection and was kind of hard to follow. She was also teaching a programming course that I had never heard of before. Someone next to me was browsing porn on their computer and when I took the screensaver off mine, sure enough, there was a folder clearly marked porn. There was even a.exe file that looked like a porn game. What the fuck?! How has this not been purged?! Well, I wasn't about to tell the teacher about it if she didn't already know. I wasn't ballsy enough to fire it up in class like the guy next to me either, and porn was the last thing I needed if I wanted to make it to the end of the day. When class ended, I breathed a sigh. Just one more class. My awkward boner waving walk through the halls as I walked beside Stephanie. I knew just about everyone we passed was staring at it. Even Stephanie was eyeballing it. The last class was history, mercifully enough. This was the first teacher that actually looked old that I've seen at this school, come to think of it. He was built like a bean pole with a bald head and a thick white mustache. He visibly perked up at the sight of Stephanie and made a joke how excited I was around her. He chuckled at his own joke before continuing. "Now, young man, if you need to take care of that, feel free to do so," he turned to Stephanie. "Same to you, miss. If you got something you need to take care of, please do." I simply shook my head and proceeded into class. Stephanie was right behind me. The teacher, who introduced himself only as Ben was very passionate about his subject. He taught it in a way that made me think he had been there. He was visibly distracted by Stephanie's nudity, but other than that, he carried on as usual. It seemed like this class was unusually short, and the bell rang. "I made it!" "You did," Stephanie smiled. "Let's go to the lunch area." Navigating through the sea of students was cumbersome since we were going the opposite way that most were going. We made it through the crowd and to the lunch area. Picnic tables sat empty, and Stephanie guided me to one. "Sit." I sat. "What's the rule on touching?" "You've earned the premium VIP dance. Feel free to touch anywhere that's not inside my body." I could hardly believe what she said. I could touch everything? Stephanie reached into her backpack and retrieved her phone. She turned on some pop music before setting it back on the table. Her hips swayed to the beat, and my eyes fixed on the slit on her pussy. I'd seen it all day, but this show was just for me, and I enjoyed it. Stephanie's fingernails raked my shoulders for a pleasurable sensation. Her breasts were inches from my face and she made them jiggle in front of me. Hard nipples kissed my cheek seconds before her tits engulfed my face. She pressed my face hard into her tits. My hands explored her body, which she made no attempt to stop me. I grabbed her firm ass and squeezed. She only let out a little moan before licking my earlobe. Her tongue traced a line down my neck before she kissed my collarbone. She flicked my nipple slightly, getting a moan from me. Stephanie's body lowered until she was on her knees. Her face was inches from my cock, and I could feel her warm breath on it. To my amazement, she kissed it. She kissed it again and let her tongue touch it ever so slightly. I felt like I was ready to burst. She got on all fours and I reached to smack her ass. It left a red handprint on her butt and she grinned before standing. Stephanie turned around and for a moment I worried that it was over until her her hips swayed again. Now I was looking at her ass. Muscles moved under her skin as she moved her body. She bent forward so that I got a glimpse of her pussy lips. They glistened in the sunlight. Her ass slowly backed up until she was in my lap. Her bare back leaned against my bare chest. Her bare thighs rested on mine. My dick was hotdogged between her ass cheeks. She clenched her ass around me until I groaned, and then she swayed to the music with me. I could feel her dampness on my balls and I reached to cup her breasts. When I did, her hands closed over mine to encourage me to squeeze them and she danced on my cock faster. "You have such a nice cock, Stephen," Said Stephanie with a squeeze. "Thank you. You have nice, well, everything." "Aren't you just the smooth talker." Stephanie breathed. She took one of the hands on her breast and guided me down to her clit. Her sex was dripping with lust and she moaned loudly as I rubbed her. Her ass was crushing my cock now. It hurt so good. "Stephen, I need something." "Relief?" Stephanie nodded and turned her head slightly to kiss me. "But more." "Like, all the way?" Stephanie nodded. "I know I said you could touch anywhere that's not inside my body, but now I need a little more." I returned the nod. Stephanie rose her body slightly so that my dick was no longer touching her butt. Her fingers wrapped around my member, and she positioned it so that the tip pressed against her wet opening. Her body lowered so that her pussy took more of my length within her. We moaned out our excitement together as I entered her warm, wet pussy. Her walls clenched my dick while she went up and down on it. I gripped her titties and she rode me even faster. She moaned louder when I rubbed her nipples. "It's not as obvious on me, but I've been so fucking turned on all day," Stephanie panted as she rode me. "I need this dick. I've been thinking about this all day." I rubbed her clit faster and she got louder. I raised my hips with meet her thrusts and she begged for more. "More Stephen! More! I'm almost there!" "Me too!" I panted. "Now!" Stephanie's entire body went stiff and her moans turned into screams. Her pussy squeezed my cock and I blasted inside her body. Her orifice milked every drop, and we rode each other's orgasms right there out in the open. We both shined with sweat when we were done. She collapsed in my lap with my cock still soaking inside her. She kissed my chin. Her tits rose and fell with each deep breath. "Every guy I met today wishes he was in your position right now." I nodded. "But only you are." Stephanie kissed my lips and stood. My dick slid out of her, and I let out an involuntary moan when my glans slipped passed from her lower lips. A bead of semen dripped from her snatch and fell to the ground. My cock shined from her juice. It was time to head home naked now. My parents didn't seem to care this morning that I'd be naked at school, though I wondered if their minds would change when they actually saw me in all my glory.

Nude in High School by Megan 1985 Day 1, Monday My name is Amy. I am just a typical teenager in a typical suburban town going to what I thought was a typical high school. I have a nice group of friends, and good grades. I am 16, a junior this year. My brother, Rob, is 17, and a senior. My mom works part time as a real estate agent, and dad is a professor at a nearby college. They tend to be strict but fair with us. I am average height, average weight, dark wavy hair like my mom's, though she has put on weight. I guess I am a bit busty, though I tend to more conservative dress. I am not trying to get that kind of attention. I like to look nice, but I do not need boys ogling me. This is all to explain why it was such a surprise when one Monday morning I was called into the office out of my first period advisory class. When I got there I was ushered in to the principal's office and the door was closed and blinds drawn, which I thought was weird. In the office was the principal and my teacher for biology, Ms. Cohen. They had me sit down. "Well, today you start on your human anatomy unit and you know what that means right?" the principal, Mr. Charles, asked me. "Um, that we will study human anatomy?" I asked rhetorically with a quizzical expression. "What he means is... remember the form we sent home that your dad signed about the practical demonstrations?" "No." I replied, still looking puzzled. They looked at each other, and then the principal pulls out a form, showing where it explains about the new way we would be studying human anatomy using live models and demonstrations. And then they showed me where my parents had volunteered me to serve as the model. I looked and felt a bit stunned "What exactly does that mean?" "Don't you remember; it was talked of a lot in advisory for a couple of days?" After some more back and forth, it turned out that was when I had had a really bad flu and had missed two weeks of school. By the time I got back, talk of it must have died down. Because I was absent, they had mailed the information to my parents. "It means your body will be used to demonstrate and model the functions and parts of a body, and yes, you will have to unclothed fully for that at times. Well actually if you read the print here, any time the teacher asks you to serve as the model, as long as it is for educational purposes, you will be required to do so." "What! I can't... I can't do that... I can't be naked in front of everybody!" "Well, yes actually that is what has been agreed to here, this is a legal document allowing us to insist on it, but you should be very proud to be the first to do this. There will also be a male student, but we are starting with the female anatomy." "And I need you to get undressed now, so I can have a look at your body before class since we are starting today I will need to be ready." "Like right now, here?" "Yes, right now here. You can undress yourself or we can undress you." The principal stated flatly but firmly. I was feeling like this is some anxiety dream nightmare--they really are telling me I have to undress! "I--I can undress myself." I was wearing nice slacks and a button down blouse, walking shoes, just dressed to look nice for school. I first removed my shoes and socks. Then I started with my blouse, unbuttoning it. I was still wondering why my parents volunteered me for this, and why they didn't ask me, sort of mad at them, but too confused and self-conscious about undressing at the moment to really think about that too much. They stood there passively watching me as I undressed, looking right at me. I unsnapped my bra next, pulling it off. I noticed the principal took my clothes and put them in a bag as I got them off. Now my breasts were exposed to them. Then off came my slacks. I was so aware of them watching me, especially as I finally pulled my plain bikini briefs down and off me. All my clothes got put in a bag. Once I was fully naked they kind of looked me up and down for a bit, then asked me to slowly turn around. They looked me over critically from all sides. After what felt like an eternity, they had me sit on a chair. "I see you do not shave." The principal commented on my dark bush. It was not unruly or large, but I did not shave, just a little trim to keep in neat. "I think maybe that is good, at least to start with. We will be discussing the stages of puberty, growing hair and all." "Are you a virgin?" Ms. Cohen asked me. "It helps if I know if a penis has entered you, also what experience you have when we are doing the demonstrations. "You don't have to tell us, but it would help." "Yes, I am a virgin." I stated, annoyed at being asked, and a bit embarrassed. Ms. Cohen said she was going to look at my genitalia with a speculum. I did not know what that was then, but it is a tool to open up the vagina and look inside. It was like so super weird to have her do that, and the principal got to look too. And they got a mirror so I could look to as they went over the different parts. I had never really seen my own vagina up close like that. "I see your hymen is gone, so I guess you probably use something for masturbation." Ms. Coen just stated, not asking for confirmation. "And are you on any sort of birth control?" "No" feeling awkward answering these personal question. "Good, more natural then" All the while she is looking at me through the speculum. It seemed to take like forever. Finally, she said they were done, but instead of being allowed to put my clothes back on, I would be wearing a dress without my underwear to make it easy for me to undress when needed. They handed me a simple summer type sleeveless dress with a flower print that came down to just above my knees and a pair of sandals to wear. "When school is over you can come back here for your clothes." When I was done second period had started. This was our double Humanities/English class with Ms. Baily. Our school had decided to combine them so teachers could do more thematic instruction. A couple of friends asked where I had been, and then remarked about my change of dress, very curious. I just mumbled that it has something to do with biology class, and feigned needing to pay attention to class--which I really could not do at all. Biology would be fifth period, just after my lunch. Math was fourth period. And to round out my schedule, I had Spanish sixth period, and electives last. Electives varied from day-to-day. I was barely able to pay attention during my classes. My teachers must have known as they appeared to take it easy on me. Between classes my friends clearly wanted to find out more, but I managed to avoid them. On the one hand I did want to talk to them, but on the other hand I was just too embarrassed, and a bit shaken and confused. At lunch, I was called in to meet with the biology teacher again. I met her in her classroom. A young girl was there who turned out to be her daughter, Becky, who was seven. At first I was confused as to why she was there, but then Ms. Cohen explained to me she wanted a pre- and post- pubescent model for this session. She had lunch brought in for us and said she wanted to go over what we would be doing in class that day with us. She instructed both of us to take our dresses off to get more used to being naked. I was hesitant, but she insisted, so finally I did. Becky was already doing so. Ms. Cohen then did as well, which really surprised me. I even noticed how she had really nice frilly matching bra and panties, which came off. She gave us all towels to sit on. "You are really pretty," Becky told me. "You are too," I told her. "I thought if I was naked too you might feel more comfortable." Ms. Cohen told me. I was not sure if it did or not, but in either case, I was still super self-conscious. At first we ate quietly, not really talking while we ate. After eating Ms. Cohen said how she was so grateful that my parents had volunteered me for this. They really did not know if anyone would, and then it turned out I was the only girl that had. I just kind of nodded. Then she sat close to me and brought out a detailed lesson plan. She went over what we would be doing, and when I would be involved. She even put her arm around me and I felt her breast rest against my arm. I should to point out that Ms. Cohen was a well-proportioned woman in her early thirties. She had fairly good sized breasts that hung nicely. She clearly kept in fine shape. She was married and had this daughter was about all I knew about her private life. She was a good teacher, friendly but firm and demanding at the same time. Students soon learned she would not put up with nonsense. The teachers at this school tended to be that way. We have very few discipline problems. The teachers al took their jobs seriously, were at least interested, if not even passionate, about their subject area and seem to know how to handle the students. It probably did not hurt that the school served mostly upper-income families and that a lot of them were connected to the nearby university. After spending some time going over the lesson, we got dressed again a few minutes before the students were due in. She had me and Becky each have a seat in a chair up in the front of the classroom, off to the side, but facing the rest of the class, until we would be needed. Just before class, the principal came in. With him was a film crew. I was told this was so the demonstrations could be used with the other classes too, as ours was the only section that had a live model volunteer. I wanted to point out that I did not exactly volunteer, but I kept my mouth shut. Class began with Ms. Cohen settling everyone down. I saw the eyes on me, wondering why I was seated there. She went onto explain how today would be the beginning of something very special. "Most you probably remember the discussions in advisory a while back about our using a nude model for the human biology curriculum--we were lucky in that no parents opted you out. However, for the demonstration model, Amy's parents were the only parents of a female student to volunteer her. We will be starting today with the female body. I also asked my daughter to be here, so we would have both a pre- and post- pubescent model. These classes will be videotaped as well so that the demonstrations can be shared with the other sections. They are also being used to document this new program." The principal stated he would be sitting in as this is a big day and he wants to monitor how it goes personally, "If it goes well, we can continue with this project. The school board is taking a big bold step in allowing this, and wants to make sure there are no problems that require them to end it. You are the model class. If this works, and we can get other students to volunteer, it will be expanded to other classes in the future. I likely will sit in from time to time." The students were instructed to open their textbooks to the section on the female anatomy and the changing body. She had them read a couple of the introductory paragraphs, taking turns with students reading aloud. `Now Becky," she said to her daughter "Please remove your dress." She looked shy, but did as her mother asked without much hesitation. She was fully naked under her dress, just as I was. There was a sort of audible gasp, and a little tittering, but Ms. Cohen quickly settled them down sternly reminding them that it would be the last session for anyone who acted inappropriately. "Now Amy, stand up and remove your dress as well." This was the moment I had dreaded. I had to stand up in front of all my classmates and remove my dress. I steeled myself, and did, pulling the dress over my head, in just my sandals--I could feel all the eyes on me, as well as cameras. My dress was folded and placed on my chair by Ms. Cohen. We just stood there as the teacher had the students continue reading, going over the changes in the female body during puberty. "I know most of you probably learned this in sex education a few years back, but we are reviewing today. We will get more in depth as the semester moves on. Now we will look at those difference we just went over." She pointed out how my hips flared where Becky's were still straight. She pointed to my fully developed breasts (kind of pear shaped, 34B cups), where Becky just had nipples and a flat chest still. She then pointed to my bush, and talked about the growth of hair. I noticed the cameras zoom in on my privates then. She mentioned hair growth in the pubic regions, pointing out my bush versus Becky's hairless mons. She mentioned armpit hair as well. "I see Amy shaves her armpits as most girls in our culture do, but if you look closely, which you will have the opportunity to do, you can see the stubble." I was then asked to lift my arm so the camera cold zoom in on it. "Also, you can notice how on Becky, her mons is not very pronounced." Again, a camera zoomed in on it as well." On a mature girl it tends to be more so, though with Amy, her bush hides it some." "It has become fashionable for many women now to shave their pubic hair. Most people assume it is more hygienic, seeming easier to keep clean. However, the opposite turns out to be true. She then went on to explain why it turns out to be healthier to have pubic hair. "In a later class I will also discuss the sexual advantages and disadvantages of pubic hair." All of this was also being shown on large screen in class, with the class projector linked to the cameras. Ms. Cohen instructed Becky and I to go up and down the aisles, telling us to stop at each row so the students could get a good look. Students sometimes asked me to raise my arm, or peer right at my vagina, even girls as well as boys. I as pretty sure I noticed some boners on some of the boys. My friends mostly were a bit hesitant, but still did look. The students were told to be reading the chapter while waiting for Becky and I to finish giving everyone a look. Finally, I got to sit back in my chair alongside Becky in the front. Ms. Cohen continued reviewing the chapter, and finally class ended. Becky and I got dressed. Becky left with the principal and I was dismissed to my next class. Once I left class, I found myself starting to shake. My friends were waiting for me, wanting to ask me all sorts of questions. I could not talk though, and collapsed on the floor almost crying. Students were starting to gather around noticing--and I think word was spreading anyway from some of the students from class. One of the football players, Carlos, who was in the class, noticed and just scooped me up and took me into a empty room. Some of my friends came in with him--they seemed somehow to keep anyone else for entering, though I am not sure how. It took me a bit to calm down. The shock and embarrassment of what I had been through had caught up to me. Once I was calm enough, I finally explained all that had happened and how my parents had signed me up without my knowing but I was told I had to since it was like a contract. They continued asking me what it felt like and how embarrassing it must have been. Somehow I found myself defending myself that is was not as bad as I thought it would be. I guess I didn't want to feel totally like a victim. I made it through the rest of the day, and while the other students did not say anything to me directly, I knew I was being talked about throughout the school as news of my biology class spread through the school, getting lots of looks and stares and fingers pointing my way. At the end of the day, I went back to the principal's office to pick up my clothes. He handed me the bag, but it was clear he expected me to change with him still in the room. I decided not to object since I had already changed with him there, and he had seen me naked in me in class, it seemed like I would sound silly if I objected now. He told me I should just wear a dress to school from now on with nothing under. I nodded, but I was not really planning on doing this again. I figured I would tell my parents to get me out of it. --- When I got home, I just fretted about how to confront my parents. I decided to wait until both were home to talk to them. My brother came home a little bit after me, and at first teased me a little, but soon he saw how actually visibly upset I was. He sat with me, his arm around me, comforting me, not saying much except that it would be all right. The phone started ringing a lot, but my brother said to ignore it--and he would check to see if it was anyone important. He just let them go to voicemail Finally, my parents were both home. I nervously, but firmly told them I needed to talk. Once I did, I blurted out "How could you, I had to go naked in front of all those people!" They acted all confused. After some crazy back and forth, it turned out they had not meant to sign the part saying I would be the model, and they thought I knew all about the plan for the new curriculum. They acted really sympathetic and I had to go over with them everything that happened. It ended with them agreeing to come to school in the morning and meet with the principal. Day 2, Tuesday We got to the school early and got in with the principal. They asked me to wait outside his office first to talk just the three of them. They were in there quite a while when they finally called me in. Then, instead of telling me I would not need to do it anymore, my dad said they decided it would be best if I continued. I practically had a fit right there, and we argued for a bit--well, me getting mad--but finally they got me to calm down. They explained how important this project was, and that a lot was committed to it. They did not have a replacement for me. I countered, well yeah, no girl is crazy enough to get naked in front of other kids. They asked me to go over how it really was, and like did anything bad happen. So with more and more talk, they finally got me to reluctantly agree to continue. My parents told the principal they would like to observe for this class to make sure they approve of how it is being handled. He accepted the request telling them, of course they are welcome to observe. Then the principal instructed me change into the dress again and handed it to me, and they all sat there like waiting for me to change again. I stood there a bit, and they all just waited. I had not been naked in front of my dad sine I was a little kid, but none made a move to leave or give me privacy. I guess they figured they were going to be seeing me naked in class anyway. I did get undressed, and once again he took my clothes as I put on the dress. He told my parents about how I should just wear a dress and sandals to school from now on. It was a quite weird having my dad watch me, though I managed it. Finally, they left, and I went off to class again; by now half of Advisory was already over. I found lots of kids now wanted to talk to me about how it was. I also got some kids whistling. Between classes some boys tried groping me, and a teacher noticed though and scolded them--they were not from my class. After the next period, two senior boys came up to me as I left class and told me they had been assigned to accompany me between classes to make sure no one bothered me. When lunch rolled around, I ended up with a table totally surrounded by friends of mine, plus the two senior boys. The upcoming class was what they all wanted to talk about wondering what would happen. I just kind of said I would see, and do what I needed to. However, about 20 minutes before class, my teacher asked to see me. She brought me again into her room. She explained that for today's lesson they would be looking more closely at and in my genitalia. For that she would need to shave around my vaginal area. I saw she had a basin of water and razor and some clothes, and recliner for me. I knew a lot of girls shaved or trimmed there, but it felt a bit invasive. However, it was clear I did not have a choice. I sat in the chair as she shaved all around my lips, but left the hair above on my mons area. It felt so weird to have this teacher of mine touching me, shaving me right there--I was so aware of her fingers on my sex. When she was done she wiped me clean first with a wet cloth, which ran right along my lips as she made sure to get it all clean, and then with a dry soft cloth. I could feel myself almost getting aroused, which embarrassed me to no end. Then she let me get my dress on, and I sort of sighed in relief, yet knowing I would soon be showing it to the class. The principal, accompanied by my parents, entered as well. He introduced them to the class and the three of them sat in the back. Of course the camera crew was their gain as well. This time there was a recliner type chair for me to sit in when it got time for the demonstration. I was told to get in the chair. I saw the teacher has the speculum again, and explained they would be looking more closely at my genitalia and the parts. She had the students turn to a page in the textbook with an illustration, and passed out paper and drawing pencils. She told the students they will be also doing their own illustration of the female genitalia. She explained about the speculum. The cameras again zoomed in and it was displayed on the large screen in front of the class. She put on rubber gloves and had a laser pointer that she used when pointing to the different parts of my body. She began to point out each part of my genitalia--first the more obvious (pointing out even my anus, explaining that is not part of the genitalia per se), the Mons Pubis, the Labia Majora, Labia Minoa, Vagina, Perineum. Then she spends some time, using the speculum as well, to point out the difference between the urethra and the actual vagina. She also got to some of the more detailed parts then, and to the clitoris as well--even touching it briefly with a finger, which does give me a little tingle! With the camera pointed at me everyone there was able to see it in great detail. I found the whole experience almost surreal, having my genitalia exposed and probed and video-taped by my teacher as my classmates, principal and parents look on. The teacher did do her best to keep her tone very clinical. After they were given plenty of time to do the illustrations she opened up the class to questions. As students asked their questions about different parts and functions she would again either use the laser pointer, or if need be, her fingers, to show the part in question. Class finally ended and I was allowed to put on my dress. I noticed my class started to tell me how cool and great I was for being the volunteer. Several told me they were really glad it was me. My parents left without hanging out. I would have to see what they thought when I got home. On to Spanish class, which was uneventful, though I cannot say I did the best job of paying attention. Last period we had different electives or P.E. My last period that day was art class. When I got in class easels had been set up in a circle and there was a box with a cloth draped over it in middle of the room, as it was when we were all to draw some still life. Once we all got there, and students began setting up, the teacher pulled me aside. She told me that she would be having me model nude today. I tried to object that it was about biology class, but she said no, that was not the case, and she had discussed it with the principal. It did not specify that it had to be biology class, but any educational purpose! Then telling me to take my dress off, the teacher announces today will be a nude life drawing. Some of the students are in my biology class, but not all, and so some have not seen my nude before. She also had the videographers there so that she cold use it for her other classes as well. She set me up to pose, though she did make it a more modest one, where my genitalia were not on display, and my arms somewhat shielded my breasts. I was given some short breaks to be able to move and no stiffen or cramp up, though I did not get to cover up during those breaks. In that way I was actually more exposed on my short breaks than in my pose. They worked on drawing me all period. I found out how hard it is to actually hold a pose that long! At last the school day was over and I went back to the principal's office. I noticed my parents waiting for me there. Now, just a bit more used to the routine, I just sighed and took off the dress and got into my own clothes. The principal then told me that it had gotten out in the press about our experiment, and because reporters had been calling the school, he would have my parents to take me out a side way. He explained that while he had not disclosed my name-- the school is actually legally not allowed to--they likely would get my name from other students or parents who knew. -- When we got home, the phone rang incessantly, but my parents ignored and finally turned it off completely. I did hear them talking to some people on the phone though. Mostly, after talking to me some about how it went, they left me alone. My brother let me know was there if I needed him. I ended up going to bed very early exhausted by the ordeal. In the morning, we saw the paper. There was a front page article about me, well about the program. It had just a generic picture of the front of the school. The article started out a bit sensationalist about kids going nude in school, but then did get down to the actual facts. It did name me as the girl, saying "according to several parents and students," and on the inside page had a small photo of me from the previous year's school photo. It did not name any boy or boys, but I guess no one knew who that would be except the school and the boys themselves and no one was talking. Now everyone in town would know about me! Day 3, Wednesday This time I did just wear the dress to school, so no need to change in the principal's office. I was a little calmer today. I was finding I could concentrate better in my other classes, though I realized I had been falling somewhat behind in the last couple of days. What I did notice was that I got lots of sincere comments of support from kids and teachers. They would tell me how brave I was, how great it was for the school that I was doing it and such things. A couple of times some kids said something rude, but they got jumped all over by the other kids and soon shut up. It really made me feel a lot better. In biology class that day my teacher said she would be going over the breast exam. She hoped the girls already knew how to do this, but likely many were not, as they might be thinking that no need at this young age. She said however, even though rare, problems can arise at any age. Also, what is important is to know one's breasts, then one can be aware if something is different. It is also important for boys to understand, she went on, as they could also learn to give them to their girlfriends or spouses, and since often boys likes to caress breasts they would be in a position to notice just in the act of play. She had me get in the front of the class again, removing my dress. "Do you do breast exams on yourself?" I replied, "No, my doctor has, but I don't" I found myself again a bit anxious about my teacher fondling--well technically not fondling--but feeling and touching my breasts in front of all the students. Again what she was doing on the screen for those that did not have a good view. I felt her hands come first to my left breast firmly using her fingers to press into it, and moving them spiraling inward. As she did show she described the texture of my breast. "I am checking the texture, particularly looking for any lumps, or if anything feels particularly tender. And Amy, let me know if anything is tender or hurts in any way, or feels peculiar." I almost said having your touch my breasts in front of my class feels peculiar, but I bit my tongue. "Of course Ms. Cohen." Was wat I did say. Even though there was nothing sexual in the way she touched me, my nipples were getting erect. "It can be a natural reaction to being touched for a woman's nipples to get aroused and erect," Ms. Cohen commented, noticing it. "We will talk more about symptoms of arousal in a later class." At her talking about arousal, and her pointing out mine to the class, it occurred to me, I would likely be the model for that which actually made me more aroused. Did I see one of the cameras point to my privates? I was pretty sure I did. For the next breast she mentioned "Another position to do this in is with the partner standing behind the woman, bringing the hands around to the front. I suggest that if you use this position, do it in front of a full length mirror so both parties can see what is being done." She then got behind me and taking both my breasts in her hands at the same time demonstrated how to do it from this position. I was pulled fully back into her chest as she held me this way and worked her fingers around my breasts once more. It felt so intimate the way she touched me, and yet at the same time there I was facing my while class as well as the principal and being recorded. "The other advantage of this positon," almost mirroring my thoughts "is if it is with a partner this position can feel very intimate." I felt my nipples must me standing so erect and hard, and even my vagina was responding. I am sure if anyone looked they might have noticed a slight arousal in my sex, especially more visible that I was now shaved in that region. "Now that you have seen how it is done on another person, Amy and I will demonstrate how you do a self-exam." Ms. Cohen then proceeded to remove her own blouse and bra. She talked me through the exam once again, as we both worked our fingers to feel our own breasts one at a time. A lot of the kids stared right at her breasts seeing their teachers well-formed large breasts exposed now. We stood there touching our breasts, me fully nude, somewhat visibly aroused, our teacher topless. I had the idea now, and occasionally looking over at her to keep in step with her. Ms. Cohen talked the whole time explaining again what she was doing, feeling, and the purpose and importance of it. Once we were done with that she told the students that next class they would each get a chance to practice on one of us. I would be having other students actually touching me! She dismissed us, I put my dress back on, noticing Ms. Cohen was still topless as we all filed out of the classroom. That day, my elective at the end of the day was Cheerleading. As it was not football season we were not dong any actual cheering, but just working on routines and meeting once a week. As we are supposed to suit up, the instructor said to me "Amy why don't you just practice in the nude, I'd like to see what this is like." I could not see a justifiable educational reason, but I decided I would not fight her about it. I had been nude around classmates a lot anyway, and this was just the other girls. So there I was in full nudity as we did our cheer routines, my breasts bouncing freely without the tight sports bra on. "It's kinda too bad you cannot actually do cheers like that" She laughs. "I think it works well. Does it hurt your breasts?" she asked. "No. I would have thought it would, but actually it does not." "Because of this new curriculum, I was doing some reading, and while not proven, there is some evidence that gong braless and dong exercise braless may strengthen the breast tissue. The theory is that by always having a bra to support the breast, the tissue weakens with the muscles not having to do their own work, like your legs would get weaker if you never walked anywhere, but were always driven or wheeled or such." The other girls agreed I looked good that way "I don't think I could do that though." Several mentioned, "You are so brave to do this." Then it was time to go home. I had survived three days of showing my body and privates to my classmates, parents, teachers. -- When I got home, my parents were home already, which was unusual, and they asked my brother and I to meet them in the kitchen for a family meeting. They told me how proud hey were of what I was doing. They showed me a follow-up up article in the paper, and how they had printed over a page of letters about it. There were a couple that lambasted the school as immoral and me as a slut, but the large majority were supportive, including an open letter of support from the PTA and another letter of support one signed by all of the students in my biology class. "We also heard you have now been naked in Art class and your cheerleading class. This is a big deal, and you are setting a real precedent here." My father stated. I wondered how he already knew about Cheerleading since I had just come from that! Probably the principal kept them informed. "Now, we also talked to the parents of the boy that will be joining you soon. It turns out they are doing things to prepare him that maybe we could have done had we realized ahead of time. They decided he should get used to be nude around others first, so he now is nude at home around his family. That way when he has to be nude in front of the other students he will already have had a few weeks of being used to being nude in front of them. Your mother and I decided Amy should be the same way. We have taken the liberty of taking all your clothes, Amy, and also removing the door to your room and the bathroom. You will have a few dresses to choose from that will be kept in a cubby that we have put by the door. Amy, when you come in the house, you will remove your dress...." I open my mouth to begin to speak an objection. "And no, none of this is open to debate. You have started this and you need to see it through. We love you, and you are growing up, but we are still your parents and while you are under eighteen and living at home, we do sometimes need to decide what is best for you." "But what if I have friends, or Rob does, or you do?" "They will see you naked, just as the other students and staff at school do. And on that topic, the boy who will be doing this with you is Paul Jacobs. His parents thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to spend some time together, nude of course, before he joins you naked in school. He has not yet had much experience with being naked with girls his age, and you two will be nude together in class soon, so we thought this weekend our families would spend time together." I wanted to object on so many levels. I had thought I would get to go home after my ordeal in school and be normal again, but it was not to be so. Instead of trying to argue, I just went "Yes, dad." "So, your dress please." I sighed, and stood up and removed it. My dad took it and walked to the front foyer and folded it and put in the cubby. "Oh, and they said it is a good idea to have a cloth under you where you sit when you are nude--you know bodily oils and fluids." My mother chimed in. "So I can still have friends over then?" Ron asks. "Of course. Nothing else is changing. Unless there is something else, see you at dinner." I hid out in my room then and did homework, though it was not really hiding out totally since my room looked down the hallway and so was visible if anyone was going to or from their rooms. I checked and sure enough, my closets and drawers were empty--no clothes at all. I thought about Paul. Now that I thought about it, he had been paying particular attention to me, and being particularly nice as well. Now I knew why. He was not someone I knew well, but we had mutual friends, and sometimes went to the same parties, or hung out at the same table at lunch. We had most of our classes together. He was similar to me in some ways. Professors for parents. He was a bit more studious and serious than me. My guess was he had never had a girlfriend. He was reasonable looking. No hunk, but not super skinny nor fat. I guessed that that was why they picked him, as I had heard there were quite a few boys who volunteered. At least that night at dinner, no one invited friends over. When I went to go to bed, I realized, I would be sleeping in the nude too. And then I discovered they had removed even my sheets and covers--wondering how I could have missed that earlier. I then noticed, they were keeping the house particularly warm, and my room even more so. They were really taking this to the extreme, I thought. Shortly after getting in--well on--bed my parents came in to wish me a good night, kissing me on the cheek. It somehow felt even more exposed in bed like that. It took me a long time to fall asleep between the different feeling of not curling up in my night clothes and sheets, and all my racing thoughts about my experiences.

Nude Project by Neykid Nude Project pt1 Eva was failing a social studies course in college because most of the time she wasn’t paying attention. She found the course boring and she would day dreamed a lot in the class. Well this was about to back fire on her in a big way. As her professor was talking about the nude public and social norms project, Eva was actually day dreaming what it would be like to be naked in public “So class for the weekend project is pubic nudity I want you to show your work and document real experiences of public nudity and have it in for Monday and a few of you will present it in front of class.” Mr Martin her Professor said As per usual Eva was in a day dream and heard document your real experiences in public nudity. Now she woke up out of her daze and thought no way he said experience public nudity so she went up to him and asked “So this public nudity thing is for real then real experiences?” Eva said  “Yes real experiences and document them. You have to get an A in this project so you have to do everything possible. Get nude in public experiences.” Her Professor said as he gave her a strange look and touched her on her shoulder Eva went home freaking out that her professor would suggest such a thing. By the time she got home she was in a tizzy (something her mom would say) that she almost felt forced to get naked or else. Her family were all home and they all noticed she was upset. Her mother came up to her and escorted her into the kitchen “Come on honey what’s the matter.” She almost couldn’t get the words but she look at her father,brother and mother and in a quiet voiced said “You all know I have been sort of failing social studies class, well the professor gave everyone a project for the weekend it is about your experience in public nudity.” Eva hung her head and waited for their responses “Whoa you are getting naked.” Her brother laughed Her father punched him the arm for being too excited and laughing at and then said “Are you sure he said you have to get naked for this project?” “Are you really sure he said you have to get naked, that can’t be right?” Her mother said in unison with her father “It is what he said because I asked him after class, so I can’t flunk this course.” Eva said as she started to cry “Aw honey we will work this thing out.” Her mom said as she consoled her Her mom went up to her room with her to figure it out “So honey we have a weekend to do this which doesn’t give us much time so why not get naked at home.” “I know mom you are right but I don’t want Matt making fun of me.” “I will sort him out. I will go and make dinner so come down when you are ready.” She said as she gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead Eva needed to relax so went and took a shower. Her thoughts were consumed with her project and almost started to panic. She finished her shower, dried herself and her hair then stood looking at herself in the bathroom mirror for a few minutes. Then she fondled her 36D breast and turned around to look at her ass. She was glad she kept up with her cheerleading. She quietly opened the door and slowly made her way downstairs to the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen there was a silence followed by a lot of praise that she was a brave girl to be doing this and that she was going to get an A on this project. Her mom gave her a hug then she sat down at the dinner table. “So pumpkin we are here for you and I know it is kind of awkward at the moment but look at this way it is only one weekend and weekends usually fly by.” Her father said trying to reassure his daughter “I guess so.” She said in a sad voice When dinner was finished her dad and brother went in the living which gave her a chance to talk with her mom alone again. “How am I supposed to do this going naked in public thing I can barely get naked at home?” “Are you sure he said to do public nudity isn’t it illegal?” Her mom said to make sure because her daughter was having a hard time. “I did ask him and he suggested real nude in public experiences.” She sniffled “Come on let’s go in the living room and watch a movie together.” Her mom said Eva followed her mom into the living room and sat on the recliner. The whole family enjoyed the movie and Eva mind was sort of off her dilemma. Eva went to bed after the movie and went on her tablet and made notes about her nudity so far then went to sleep. She had a restless sleep and dreamt she was naked in front of class so when she woke she was so tired. She wondered down to the kitchen to get some coffee. It was still awkward for her to be naked at the kitchen table but the ice had been broke. She sat quietly and drank her coffee then got up to get another one. “Wow second cup already.” Her mom said  “um um.” She grunted and sat back down Then her brother Matt came into the kitchen. Eva heard a gasp and looked up to see her brother sit at the table. “Sorry sis still not use to seeing you naked.” “No worries ,I almost forgot I was naked.” Eva laughed “So what are you going to do naked today?” “I haven’t even thought of anything, I still need more coffee I didn’t sleep well last night. Why do you ask?” “Well my boy scout troop needs someone to take them on a trip up to the lake because they are going to cancel it, the scout leader phoned in sick this morning.” The shock of what her brother was asking woke her up.” Wait a minute you want me to basically babysit a bunch of boys knowing I have to be naked this weekend?” Matt laughed at the idea of it “Yes I want you to take care of us naked.” Her mother heard all this and got after Matt. “Really Matt you want your sister to be a naked scout leader?” “Why not and she gets to do her project as well.” “He has you there Eva.” Her mother laughed Eva just sighed at the thought of babysitting a bunch of 15 year old boys naked. “How is this going to work then Matt? I don’t think their parents will like me being naked and I don’t want your Boy Scout friend’s give you flack about me being naked?” “I don’t know but my guess the guys won’t say anything.” He laughed “I bet they won’t. What do you think mom?” Eva said “There are only six of them so what if I bring them over here to meet you then you can go from here.” Her mother said Everything inside her was screaming no but she had to pass the course and her mom seemed ok with it so she begrudgingly said “Yes I will do it but no phones, nothing, no pictures.” Matt jumped up and hugged his sister and ran to tell his Boy Scout buddies the trip was on.  “I didn’t find out if it was legal to be naked in public yet.” Eva said Nude Project pt2 Her mom opened up her laptop that was on the kitchen table and started to check. They found out that she could be practically naked but she had to cover her genitals. “I guess you can get away with just wearing a thong or g-string.” Her mom said “I have a g-string so I guess I could wear that for one day.” Eva said  Eva went upstairs to get ready but first went on her tablet to document her progress. She wasn’t going to do all this for nothing. She jumped in the shower a real quick one, dried off then went through her underwear draw for her g-string. When she found it she forgot it was see through but she put it on anyway and checked herself out in the mirror. Then she got a little bit panicky that she was only going to wear this in front a bunch of teenage boys. But something her professor said made her push through and complete the project. “Hey honey the boys are here.” Her mom shouted  “Aw god what I am doing this can’t be good.” She said out loud to herself  “Honey, are you coming.” Her mom shouted She slowly made her way downstairs and then the boys caught sight of her and stood there stunned staring at her 36D breast. Her mom handed Eva the keys to the minivan and said “Good luck honey.” and then slapped her ass. Eva quickly ran and got into the van but the boys were not behind her. She sat there and waited for them then they came out of the house and got in the van. After a few minutes they came out of the house and got in the van. “Well boys I don’t want any bad behaviour from you.” Eva said trying to sound all confident even though she wasn’t. “We know sis, mom gave us all a talking to so we are going to be on our best behaviour.” The rest of the boys said “Yes we are going to behave ourselves.” So it was a 2 hr drive up to the lake and Eva just listened to the boys chat about all kinds of things. She settled into the nudity thing around them and her brother smiled at her from time to time. When they got to the lake they had to stop by the office. “Hey sis you have to go and sign in. It has already been paid.” Now Eva got all worried again now someone else she didn’t know was going to see her basically naked. She slowly got out of the car and went inside the office. The older man behind the counter was pleasantly surprised. “I am here to sign in the boys scouts.” The man looked her up and down and then handed her a pen and showed her the book to sign. “The boys must love you as their scout leader.” The man laughed Eva laughed too and said “You are probably wondering why I am practically naked.” “Yes kind of but I didn’t want to question why in case I offended you.” Eva laughed again “I have a project about public nudity to do for my course and this is about as naked as I can get legally.” Being the lover of naked women the man said “This is my place you can be completely naked if you want to.” Eva couldn’t believe she was contemplating being completely naked even though she was wearing a piece of see through material away from being naked “ I won’t get into trouble.” “No you won’t.” He said as he turned to get the key Something inside Eva urged her to take off her g-string and balled it up in her hand. Then the man turned around to give her the key and smiled at what he saw. “Thank you.” He said  “No thank you.” Eva said and made her way back to the van “Where are your panties?” one of the boys in the back of the van said “The guy said I can be completely naked if I wanted too.” “Aw cool.” He said She hung her panties on the rear view mirror and continued on their way to the camp site. She got the boys to set up the 8 man tent and look for fire wood. “Hey guys I am just going down to the office to get a few things so I will be back in a few.” Eva took a walk down to the office/ store. It was surreal experience for her walking naked out in public it was if she was in a day dream. Eva opened the door and walked she said hi again to the man behind the counter.  “So how is the nude project going anyway? I have never heard of anything like it?” He said  “Not bad I guess.” Eva laughed “Hi I am Charlie by the way.”  “Oh hi I am Eva.” She said as she shook his hand “I found it a strange project too but I have to pass the course because I haven’t been really paying attention. But this project has got my full attention.” “It has my attention. So you are their trooper leader then?” “No I am just a fill in because the other one got sick and someone suggested it would be good for my project.” “I got to say I am glad you came.” Charlie smiled Eva got some things to eat and a little something to drink for herself. “Hey Charlie so how many people are here I just don’t want to get noticed too much if you know what I mean.” “There are two other groups here for now. It is kind of slow right now.” “Thanks Charlie.” Eva said as she left to go back to the camp site Eva got to the tent, put her things away and then grabbed a lawn chair and had her drink. She watched the boys and her brother doing there boy scout thing even though she couldn’t help or teach them anything. Then the boys ask to go to the lake for a swim. They all got ready and Eva went with them. Eva then lay on her towel with her knees up and on her elbows and watched the boys swim. She was so comfortable she let her knees open wide. The boys stole glances at Eva every other minute like horny teenagers and Eva was enjoying the attention. Eva took notes on her tablet about her experience but her mind was on her dream of being naked in front of class. Some part of her was telling her that this can’t be true but all she was hearing in her head was get nude experiences. The boys were finished swimming and wanted to take a hike around the lake. So off they went with naked Eva following behind. Eva was enjoying her walk on the trail. “So how are you doing sis. You seem to like being naked?” “Actually it isn’t bad at all. It is kind of freeing and your friends seem to like it.” She laughed “That they do.” Matt laughed Eva watched as they did their Boy Scout thing identifying plants and other things then they made their way back to their campsite. Eva started cooking for them as they changed into other clothes. She felt a little awkward being the only one naked when the boys became fully clothed. They boys all thanked her for the food and Eva took a seat on one of the folding chairs and had her drink. It wasn’t long that her drink, sun and the bad sleep she had the night before took its toll and fell asleep. She awoke with the sound of the boys laughing and giggling. Nude Project pt3 “Hey boys what’s going on?” Sorry I fell asleep.” Eva said still is a daze She looked down at herself and saw that the little rascals had painted the whole front of her body even between her legs. “You little buggers.” Eva said as she laughed “ Matt did you put them up to this?” Matt nodded his head yes and smiled. “I hope this comes off easy.” Eva said as she got up from her chair Eva made the trip to the campsite showers but the boys followed her. Eva thought it was funny these horny boys did this to her so took advantage and used the outdoor shower to tease them. She watched them get bulges in their shorts as she scrubbed the painted which came off fairly easy. She walked by the boys when she was done and laughed at them. They stood silent and few seconds then followed her back to the campsite. The boys got a fire going while Eva had another drink. She was amazed at how comfortable she had become around the boys.  Then it was time to turn in so she let the boys go first then she had one last drink then got in the tent. She lay in her sleeping bag making notes on her tablet then feel asleep. During the night she had the same dream over and over again of being naked in front of class and her professor telling her to get nude experiences, then touching her on shoulder. Eva was the last to get up in the morning and found herself in a spread eagle position outside of her sleeping bag. She laughed at how she must have looked to the boys. She crawled out of the tent and noticed the boys had made breakfast and packed a lot of thing up ready to go home. “Wow boys you have done a great job.” “Hey sis the boys were wondering if you could take them on their next trip.” Eva looked around at everyone and they all had smiles a mile wide hoping she would say yes. “Ok boys I will take you and I guess you want me naked too?” They all said “Yes.” In unison They all finished their breakfast then they packed everything in the van. Eva stopped at the office and thanked Charlie for letting her be naked then go one their way. Half way home they needed gas and Eva needed another coffee. So they pulled into the nearest gas station. Now what she thought do I get the boys to do it or do I do it. “So sis I dare you to pump the gas.” Matt said with a devilish grin She looked over at her brother then at the boys. “Ok when I finish pumping the gas we will all go in and I will pay for the gas and whatever you guys want.” Eva got out of the van and began pumping the gas. When she was finished they went in the store together. The male clerk dumb founded at Eva being naked. The boys got their candy bars and pepsi and Eva got herself a coffee and headed to the counter. The clerk didn’t say much but kept looking at Eva as he rang the stuff in the till. Eva and the boys left and got in the van and began laughing at the fact Eva went nude in a store. The rest of the trip was uneventful then Eva dropped the boys off and went home. Eva’s mother watched as Eva got out of the van and saw her completely naked and then went down to greet her. “So honey how was the trip.” “It wasn’t too bad at all. I quite enjoyed it.” Eva smiled Eva went straight away to take a shower then checked her email, and then she went downstairs. “So honey, what shall we do for dinner?” Her mom asked her  Eva knew it was something to do with her nudity but Matt piped up and said “Order pizza and have Eva answer the door.” Eva punched her brother in the arm and said “Ok order pizza.” When the pizza guy came it wasn’t that big of a deal because she had been naked for so long but Eva got a kick out of his reaction. The rest of the night was noneventful then she went to bed and worked on her tablet and her nude experiences. Come morning Eva was nervous as to how to present her project so she went downstairs naked as usual now to have breakfast and think about her project. “So honey now is the big day for the project.”  “Yeah mom it is but I am nervous about it and I want to make an A.” “You will do fine honey.” Eva smiled at her mom then went upstairs to get ready. After finishing her shower Eva looked inside her closet to find something to wear. She pulled out a sun dress and just slipped it on without any underwear. She looked herself over in the mirror and then grabbed her bag and headed out the door. Mr Martin’s class was first thing but she was a bundle of nerves as she sat there and watched the first ones give their presentation. Eva noticed that all they did was recounted other people’s public nudity escapades. “So next we will have Eva give her presentation.” Mr Martin said Eva had so many butterflies in her stomach she was almost nauseous as she walked up to the front of the class. She was naked all weekend why was she so nervous now? As she began her presentation she looked everyone in the face and pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and let the dress fall. The shock on everyone’s faces was priceless except Mr Martin who had a smile a mile wide on his face. She stood there and told everyone what she did over the weekend. Still the faces of her fellow students were in shock. When she was finished Mr Martin came up to her and tapped on her shoulder and told her the project was over. For some reason Eva just stood there in shock herself that she was actually naked in class, the dream she had been having all weekend.  She still stood there as Mr Martin talked about nudity and social norms and how Eva showed how nudity in some places was accepted and others places like here not so much.  Mr Martin told Eva to sit down for the rest of class as he said a few things. Eva knew that all eyes were on her but she took her seat like a good girl. It was so surreal for her sitting completely naked in class it was like she was outside her body. When the bell rang Eva was startled but stayed in her seat as the rest of the students walked out of class talking about her body. Eva was alone with Mr Martin but she couldn’t bring herself to get up and leave his class. “So Eva that was really a nice presentation and the nudity too, well I got to say you got yourself an A+, you passed the course.”Mr Martin smiled  Eva still hunched over at her desk said “Thank you but I didn’t mean to get naked.” “It’s ok Eva no harm done. You can go to your next class now.” Nude Project pt4 “Eva on automatic got up and walked out of his class. She was half way down the hall with all the cat calls she remembered about her dress. She hurried back to Mr Martin’s class to get her dress. Mr Martin smiled as Eva returned to get her dress. “So Eva I guess you like being naked after all.” He smiled as he handed her Eva her dress Eva quickly put on her dress and hurried to her next class. The stares she got the rest of her classes and her friend Sarah telling her that she heard about her nude presentation got to her a little bit. Also just wearing her sun dress with no underwear didn’t help either. Eva got called to the Deans office at the end of the day. “So what’s this I hear about you doing a nude presentation in class?” Eva sat quietly for a second then she responded “The project was about public nudity for Mr Martin’s class but for some reason I was compelled to take my dress off.” “Do you like being naked? it kind of came across in your project that you do?” Eva was taken aback for a second, she actually did like being naked on the weekend so hung her head and said “Yes I liked being naked.” “I know you don’t live on campus but would you please give me your dress please.” The Dean said as he held out his hand Eva was in shock again but she stood up and took of her dress and put it on his desk. Just then Mr Martin came into the Deans office. “Well Eva looks like you like being naked. Do you want to be naked?” Eva couldn’t believe want she was about to say “Yes I want to be naked.” “Good good now go home and when you come tomorrow come to my office first.” He said as he handed Eva her dress. Eva was so stunned she walked out of his office just holding her dress. She stood in the corridor trying to process what had happened when one of the janitors approached her and asked if she was alright. Eva shook her head yes. “Are you sure, because you are standing here naked?” The janitor said all puzzled “I don’t know but I think I agreed to come to school naked.” “Really wow, well you just made this guy’s day.” Eva still stood there as the janitor continued on his way. She looked at her dress and then put it on and made her way home. When Eva got home her mom asked “So how did your presentation go?” “I got an A+.” Eva said skipping the other stuff “Aw I am proud of you.” Her mom said as she gave her a hug Eva went up to her bedroom and thought about going to school naked and not telling her mom about it.  Then she took a shower and then went down for dinner naked. Everyone said the same thing “Why are you naked now.” Eva had no other answer but that she liked being naked. It seemed to satisfy everyone so acted like it was normal for her to be naked. That night Eva had a really vivid dream about going completely naked everywhere. The next morning it was all she could think about. She went down to the kitchen to have breakfast and her mother was there but her mom could sense there was something wrong. “What wrong honey you seem a little unnerved.” “I don’t know mom I think I agreed to go to school naked.” “You what, you agreed to go to school naked. I thought this project was all over.” “Well mom I kind of got naked in class for my presentation. I didn’t want to but I just did, I couldn’t help myself. Then I had to go to the Deans office and ask what it was all about being naked in class then he asked me if I liked being naked and I told him I did. Then he told to go straight to his office first thing. So I think I agreed to go naked in school.” “Aw honey this whole project has been trying for you hasn’t it. You wanted to pass so you went above and beyond and put your whole heart into it.” “Well I did go to school yesterday in just my sundress and no underwear so maybe I do want this.” Her mother looked at her naked daughter and knew some part of wanted to be naked but one part of her didn’t. There were other changes too; she had come out of her shell and her once shy girl actually got naked in public. “Well you seemed to really enjoy the camping trip and you are naked now. Maybe do the same thing today and wear a dress without underwear.” “Maybe.” Eva said despondent Eva went to her room to get ready and looked through her closet. She was having a hard time picking out a dress but then she decided to wear a short denim skirt and a low cut blouse.  “Hey mom do you think this outfit is ok?” “Well honey you are going to turn heads no matter what today.” On her way to school Eva got stares from her neighbours and then fellow students when she arrived. Eva went straight to the office to see the Dean. The Dean was really happy to see Eva especially in her state of dress. “Wow nice to see you Eva.” He said with a grin “Good morning sir.” Eva said all apprehensive  “So let’s cut to the chase. Do you still want to get naked?” Eva sat there with butterflies in her stomach “ummmm I don’t know sir. I am not too sure.” “I thought you liked being naked.” “I do but naked in front of the whole school.” “That’s understandable. Isn’t Mr Martin your first class?” “Yes he is.” “Maybe he could help you.” The Dean said with a grin The Dean let her go to class but on her way the students were staring at her because they saw her naked the day before. When everyone was in Mr Martin’s class he had Eva stand up in front and tell why she got naked in class. Eva’s nerves were so on edge she was beginning to shake. She took a look around the classroom at her classmates then she took a deep breath and made her way to the front of the class. She started telling them she thought it was meant to be real as in her own naked in public stories for the project so she told them she was the one naked camping. Some of the students laughed and cheered then one student asked “Are you going to get naked again?” Then another on said “Are you going to get naked now?”  Eva head started to spin and then she looked over at Mr Martin and he was smiling and shaking his head yes. So Eva stripped again right in front of class. Nude Project pt5 The whole class cheered and clapped as Eva stood there all embarrassed. “So class please write about the reasons for and against having Eva being naked in school.” He said as motioned Eva to take her seat Eva for the second day in a row she was naked in class. Her classmates didn’t seem to be against her being naked. Mr Martin asked everyone to read their list of pros and cons to having Eva naked in school and pretty much they were all pros but the only cons were the distraction for other students and making a mess on the seats. Eva kind of laughed at the list then Mr Martin asked her up front again to give her list. Without hesitation she went in front of the class. All eyes were on her again but this time she wasn’t so nervous. Most of her list were silly things like lack of laundry, keeping cool but one she mentioned was all of the attention she said it was a pro and a con. All her classmates agreed with her list but their list number one was she was naked and beautiful. Their list gave her a confidence boost like no other so by the time the bell rang again she walked into the corridor and to her next class naked. She didn’t mean to do this because she was on cloud nine so to speak but when her next teacher shouted at her “What the hell.” It woke her up out of her daze. “What are you doing naked.” Shouted Miss Matheson  Eva just stood there frozen then Miss Matheson said “Go to the dean’s office.” Eva just turned and started to walk towards the dean’s office. She completely forgot about her clothes in Mr Martin’s class. Along the way she got stares, cheers. When she entered the dean’s office he was surprised to see her. “Wow Eva I didn’t think you would go completely naked.” “Well here I am.”Eva laughed “Miss Matheson was shocked to see me so she sent me here.” “Oh I see, I guess I have to have a talk with her. So just to clarify you don’t mind being naked at all?” “I guess I don’t since I am here naked in your office and my clothes are in Mr Martin’s class.” “Look I don’t want this to be a forced thing since we want students to express who they are without any repercussions or discrimination.” “So let me get this straight the new school policy allows me to get naked because it is what I like to be.” “In layman’s terms yes and you are free to be naked.” “Wow so why am I the only one then that is doing this?” Eva puzzled  “Well since my brother saw you naked at his campsite I knew you were the girl to get the ball rolling. You were completely naked with a bunch of boy scouts, how hot is that ummm sorry how cool is that. Then you did your presentation naked which no one told you too so that was another reason for you to be the first for this new policy.” Eva was taken aback that Charlie was the dean’s brother and the school policy allowed her to go naked. “So what about off campus, can I go naked?” “I am afraid not but you can wear bottoms that are really skimpy and go topless.” The dean said as scanned her body Eva sat there and took it all in. Could this be true and not part of the dream she had been since. “So I guess I have to go back to Miss Matheson’s class.” “Yes you do and I will walk you back.” Eva felt strange walking the corridor naked with the dean. When they entered the class Miss Matheson was shocked again to see Eva naked but also the dean as well. “I am sorry Miss Matheson but Eva here wants to attend school naked and according to our new policy technically she can so I will leave you with Eva.” Miss Matheson couldn’t believe Eva wanted to go naked so she had Eva stand in front of class to say why she was naked in school. To Eva it was so surreal it was like an out of body experience. Her friend Denise watched as she talked and she couldn’t believe her friend would do such a thing but there she was naked as the day she was born in front of class. Denise felt a little jealous that she could get naked in front of everyone and the attention she was getting. After her speech she took her seat next to her Denise. “Holy S*** Eva you are naked in class. Why! She whispered  Denise had too many question for Eva so she said “Look we can talk later.” At lunch time after a few more classes Denise and Eva got to talking and told her the nude project was based on her nude in public experience but it was meant to be only other people’s nude in public experiences. Denise had a good laugh at the whole thing then said “So you were not meant to get naked at all but here you are naked in public. It serves you right for always day dreaming in class.” Eva laughed at the predicament she was in “I was actually day dreaming I was naked in school while Mr Martin talked about the project.” Denise laughed again “Aww Eva you silly thing you.” The next class the teacher was sort of shocked but mentioned for Eva to take her seat. The Dean must have spread the word that a naked girl was tending class she thought. Eva sat and day dreamed again and looked around at her classmates. She got some looks especially from the boys that were kind of lustful. Her last class was cheerleading but she forgot they had to practise on the field while the boys played football. As she walked slowly across campus getting stares from everyone she began to have second thoughts about going to cheerleading practise until she saw Mr Martin coming towards her. “Hi Eva hows it going, you still like being naked?” He said as he touched on her shoulder “I was thinking of not going to cheerleading practise.” Eva said  “Why not with a body like yours people will enjoy your cheers and I am sure the boys will.”  Mr Martin sounded very convincing so she got the urge to go for it. “I guess you are right Mr Martin I will go and have a good time.” “You being naked, is a good thing Eva.” Mr Martin said as he took her hand Eva got renewed confidence and thanked Mr Martin. He had a smile a mile wide as he watched her walk away. He couldn’t believe his hypnosis was working and the plan was going so well. When Eva got to the locker room the girls when they saw she was naked got mad. Then the coach Miss Davidson came into the locker room and saw Eva as well and thought “Wow Mr Martin wasn’t kidding.” “Hey girls as you see Eva is naked and has gone to class that way all day. We were going to practise outside but since she is naked why don’t we stay inside and practise naked too.” Most of the girls got upset at Miss Davidson and shouted “You First.” The talk she had earlier with Mr Martin, she somehow she got the urge to get naked. Her hands went freely to undo her uniform as the girls watched their coach strip. Eva was even shocked but glad as well that she would be the only on naked. When Miss Davidson finished stripping she walked out of the locker room and into the gym. All the girls stood there in shock as to what to do, then one of them started to strip and then the rest followed. Now ten naked girls stood there looking at each other waiting for someone to make the first move to go to the gym. Eva made her way to the gym first and stood beside Miss Davidson. They both watched as each girl timidly came out of the locker room. “Ok girls line up.” Miss Davidson said  Nude Project pt5b They all stood there trying to cover themselves with their hands except Eva. “Ok now we are going to jog around the gym to warm up and then get into doing some stretches.” The girls hesitantly started to jog. Eva had to hold her breasts with her hands because she usually wore a sports bra. The girls were muttering amongst themselves and couldn’t believe they were actually in the gym naked. Then Mr Martin quietly slipped into the gym to watch them train. He couldn’t believe the whole team was naked, he thought it would only be Miss Davidson and Eva. Then one girl saw him screamed then the others saw him as well and tried to hide themselves from his view. The only one that didn’t cover herself was Eva. “Hi Mr Martin are you here to check up on me?” “Sort of.” He said as he smiled “As you can see my whole cheerleading team is naked you must like that.” Eva joked Mr Martin smiled at Eva and said “So Miss Davidson, have your team line up and don’t be so embarrassed about being naked.” As he touch her shoulder Miss Davidson a specimen of female athleticism relaxed and put her arms by her side then called for the girls to line up. The girls got in line but still covered up the best they could as Mr Martin walked by each one.  “So girls do you like being naked?” One shy girl called Alice said “I was until you showed up.” “So do the rest of you girls like it?” The rest of the girls just nodded yes but Mr Martin said “You are not just saying that are you?” As he looked at them  They all nodded no but Mr Martin didn’t believe them “Well you wouldn’t mind then if I watch you finished off your practise then?” Miss Davidson looked at Mr Martin then at the girl and said “Well you heard him let finish our practise.” Miss Davidson led them in a stretching routine while thinking how did she end up naked but why did she have the urge to stay naked. Some of the girls had a hard time doing it while Mr Martin watched. Mr Martin kept an eye on Alice the one girl who genuinely liked being naked. Alice saw him looking at her but continued like it was normal. By the end of the practise the girls were kind of used to being in front of Mr Martin. He had them line up again “So girls I think we should practise naked all the time what do you think?” Nude Project pt6 “So what do you say girls?” Miss Davidson said Most of the girls said “Yes.” “Good to hear.” Mr Martin said with a big smile then walked out of the gym Mr Martin on his way back to his office was so excited how well his project was going he had to drop by the Dean’s office to tell him of the progress. While in the locker room some of the girls ask Miss Davidson if they were really going to practise naked. “Well I am going to be coaching naked.” Miss Davidson said as she had this urge to do so she couldn’t explain “I guess we will too.” The rest of the team said in unison Eva showered and then made her way out of the school. She didn’t have a care in the world while walking home but she did notice she was getting more stares this time. She was half way home then she realized she forgot to back to Mr Martin’s class to get her clothes. When Eva got closer to Mr Martin’s classroom she heard him talking to someone. Then she heard what sounded like the Dean say” I can’t believe your hypnosis of Eva worked so well. She was naked all day and now you are telling me you got Miss Davidson and the cheerleading squad to practise naked.” “I know isn’t it awe.” Mr Martin stopped in the middle of saying awesome when he saw Eva walking into class looking angry. “Eva I can explain.” Eva turned and ran out of the classroom and Mr Martin gave chase. “Shit, don’t let her get away.” The dean said as he thumped the desk Tears ran down Eva face as she continued running down the corridor towards the exit. She couldn’’t believe she had been made to get naked for some sick fantasy of the dean and Mr Martin. By the time Eva got to the exit Mr Martin had almost caught up to her. “Please wait I can explain. Please don’t tell anyone I beg you.” He said as he dropped to his knees Eva stopped then turned and walked towards him. She stood over him and asked “Why did you do this to me and why did you pick me for your sick fantasy? Mr Martin lift his head and his eyes went from her toes to all the way to her eyes and said I chose you because you were the best candidate in the looks and personality to actually get naked. Yes it maybe a sick fantasy but something inside you really liked it, you just needed a push. You got to admit you do like it?” He had a point it was one of her fantasies since being at the school and seeing a girl streak campus. “Yes I do like but it doesn’t excuse the way you got me to do it. To call it sort of even I want you to strip and I won’t tell anyone.” Mr Martin looked to see if anyone was around saw some of his students making their way over to see what going on. Mr Martin swallowed hard and began taking off his clothes. Eventually he was standing there naked with his head down apologizing. The students cheered and took some pictures with their phones. “Now come take a walk with me around campus and keep your hands behind your back at all times.” Mr Martin followed Eva as did the students. By the end of the walk Mr Martin was exposed to a lot of people, students and faculty. Back at his classroom minus the crowd Eva said “Ok now undo what you did to me, to Miss Davidson and the cheerleaders. Still naked Mr Martin did his thing and took the suggestion to get naked away. Once he did that Eva’s embarrassment set in instantly and felt the need to cover up.  The realization being naked with her naked teacher in his classroom was shocking and also the fact that the majority of the school had seen her naked. Mr Martin saw her start to panic “Its ok Eva people loved you being naked. Your brothers Boy Scout troop, the students in my class and even the cheerleaders. I know you loved the attention so why don’t you continue being naked in school.” Eva looked at Mr Martin standing there with an erection and didn’t know what to do with herself. A part of her wanted to do it but the other part of her was almost winning over. Mr Martin went to one of his drawers in his desk and opened it and pulled out a pair of see thru g string panties. “Here put these on and go home.” Eva relaxed a bit and reached out and grabbed them. She gave him a smile as she put them on. “Well thanks Mr Martin I wouldn’t have got naked if it wasn’t for you. “Then she walked out of his classroom towards home. As she walked home her confidence grew then she chuckled to herself that she got Mr Martin naked. When she got home her mom asked her how her day was and she responded “It was really good.” She went upstairs and took a shower then without hesitation went downstairs naked. She realized this was the new norm for her see-thru panties or naked. Now what was she going to do with her internship in the summer. Epilogue  The next day Mr Martin took the suggestion away from Miss Davidson right in the middle of her class. She looked around with a strange look on face as to why she was naked in from of him and her cheerleaders who were also naked. “Its ok Miss Davidson you like being naked and got your cheerleaders to do the same.” She looked at him then to herself and then to her cheerleader. Then Eva came up and gave her a hug and said it was ok and cool. Then Mr Martin took away the suggestion away from cheerleaders. In an instant they too covered themselves and wondered what was going on. “Ok let’s go outside and practise with the football team.” Mr Martin said as he walked out to the field. They all timidly followed Mr Martin outside and began to practise and by the end they began to enjoy it. From then on the cheerleaders practised nude. Miss Davidson basically stayed nude all the time at school. Alice began being naked all the time too just like Eva. As for Mr Martin the odd time the girls asked him to teach nude and he did and his nude project continued. Eva became an honorary boy scout and every outing or meeting she was naked.

Naked in School Field Trip by Persephone Amelia Graham, 12 years old and completely naked, jogged the short distance from her house to the bus stop. It was Friday, the last day of her participation in the Naked In School program, and she wanted to enjoy every second of it. She was determined to be naked every last second, so she'd left all her clothes at home. She climbed onto the bus amid appreciative cheers, and settled into a seat near the back where people could feel her and touch her naked body. By program rules she had to submit to it, and she really loved being groped. The bus arrived at Tenyari Middle School and everybody filed out. Amelia had already cum several times from guys teasing her naked young clit, so she was the last off the bus, moving without a care. Travis Dawson met her at the door to the school. He was the other Naked In School participant, a tall young boy from Amelia's homeroom class. Like Amelia he was totally naked, and he was casually stroking his erection as he met her. "Hey, good news Am, we don't have classes for most of today!" "No? How come?" Amelia cupped and massaged his balls while he stroked his cock in the crowded school hallway, and neither of them thought their sexual display was unusual - the program encouraged independence, confidence and sexual exploration. "We're going on a field trip! Have you heard of 'Live from the Garden with Jack and Kristi'?" "What, that lunchtime talk show thing?" "Yeah! They broadcast live from the Arboretum, from eleven to noon weekdays. Well we're joining two Naked In School eleventh graders from Central High School, and we're going to be on television!" "Naked?" Amelia asked, her body tingling at the idea. "Of course naked, dummy. The Central High kids will be naked too, and there's two chaperones. Mr Baker just told me everything." "Oh, I can't wait!" Amelia enthused. She teased her horny bare clit as she considered what a naked field trip could mean. "So they're sending a special bus for us and the chaperones, and we're going to stop by Central on the way to the Arboretum. We don't even have to go to homeroom." "Sweet!" Travis and Amelia waited at the school bus parking lane until a minibus arrived. It had great big side windows, floor to ceiling, which made Amelia grin widely. "Big windows....God, I've become such an exhibitionist! I love having people look at my naked body, watching me suck cock....." "Yeah, cos that's a serious downer right there," Travis replied. He swatted Amelia's bare bottom and she grinned. "Hey here's Mr Baker, and - dude, is that your Mom? Man, she is so hot." Mr Baker came around the minibus, followed by Melissa Graham. He was wearing boring looking khaki pants and a dress shirt, but Amelia's Mom was completely naked. She smiled at Amelia and gave Travis a big hug, squeezing his slender frame against her breasts. "Geez, Mom," Amelia said with mock exasperation, "why didn't you tell me you were a chaperone? And, hey, we're the ones in the naked program...." "The other chaperone was s'posed to be one of the other moms, but she couldn't make it so Nathan called me. And it's the Naked In School program, right? I'm a school chaperone, right? So..." she held her arms out in a shrug, laughing. "I know where you get your sex drive from, Am," Travis said. "Mrs Graham, may I say that you are looking especially fuckable today." "Oh I hope I look fuckable every day, Travis. And please, call me Melissa." "Do I want to know where your clothes are, Mom?" "In the trash, angel. I threw them away as soon as I got here." Amelia shook her head and grinned at Travis. "Yep, my Mom is a total slut. Just like her daughter." Everyone finally boarded the minibus, and they headed across town to Central High School to pick up the eleventh graders. Amelia enjoyed showing off her young, gorgeous 12 year old naked body to everyone they passed, and Travis enjoyed fingering Melissa's naked pussy and flicking his tongue around her nipples, making her moan and writhe seductively, but he was dismayed that she didn't stroke his achingly hard, erect cock or offer to suck it. Mr Baker kept to himself, sending texts from his phone, but he did stroke his own cock through his pants pocket. Finally they got to Central High School. The minibus pulled into the driveway as a couple of naked 17 year olds came out from a side door. Amelia realized she was staring at the girl - only five years older than herself, but what a difference! The girl had short, dark brown hair and a tattoo of a raven on a rosebush that spiralled up one arm, but Amelia was fascinated by her breasts - they were huge! Bigger than her Mom's, with wide, flat nipples. 'Oh, I hope I get boobs that big in only five years,' she thought to herself, 'so many guys will want to cum on them...' The couple climbed on the bus, and sat sideways in their seats as it pulled away. "Chris Ryan, hi," said the guy. He was shorter than Travis, but he had a broad chest covered in hair, and a cock, proudly, firmly erect, longer than Amelia's whole hand. She found herself desperately wanting to suck it. "Kelly Bauer, reporting for duty," the girl said, and Mr Baker smiled and gave her a mock salute. "Army brat, sorry. I was born in Weisbaden, we've lived all over." "I like your tat," Amelia said, "That's cool!" "Thanks, I like gothic horror. Damn, you are young, girl, how old are you?" "Amelia's twelve," Melissa replied proudly, "She's my daughter." "Oh, cool, okay. And you're - wait, you're one of the chaperones? Why are you naked?" "It's a Naked In School field trip, so I'm here to --" "Fuck teenage boys? Maybe? I hope?" Travis said, and everyone laughed. "We'll see, sugar," Melissa said with a coy smile. "Ohh yeah," Chris exclaimed, and moved to proudly present his erect cock to Melissa. She smiled and kissed the tip, her fingernails gently brushing his balls. Chris moaned low in his chest, and then suddenly glanced over at Amelia. "Wait....is this weird?" he asked, a little nervously. "Naah, it's cool," naked Amelia said easily. "Me and Mom, we're both sluts, and proud of it." She smiled at her mother, who winked back. "Mom," Amelia said, "you have no idea how much I wanna share his cock with you..licking his cum off your boobs..." Travis and Chris both grinned and high-fived each other, and Kelly's eyes grew wide. "Damn, people," she muttered. "Sorry, but I gotta intervene," Mr Baker said, standing up. Everyone turned to watch him, the only person on the bus with any clothes on besides the driver. "I've been texting the producers of the show. They're all excited to have us on, and learn about the program. You wanna know the one thing everybody asks about?" "Seeing teenage kids' naked bodies?" "What will their parents think?" "Nope," Mr Baker replied, "Relief. They all wanna see the boys getting relief. So you, Amelia, my precious little adolescent nude slut, are going to have to suck someone's cock and receive a faceful of cum, live on television." "Oh yeah, cos that'll just ruin me for life," Amelia said, and everyone laughed. "Oh, I know. Positively traumatic. But my point is, we don't want either Travis or Chris to cum until you give them relief, on camera. In about two hours." "Oh, Mrs Graham, is that why you wouldn't--" Travis said, and Melissa nodded. "Sorry, sugar. God knows I wanted to." "Wait, I gotta hold this back for two HOURS?" Chris exclaimed, "Dude, do you see how hard this fucking cock is? I am so ready. One good speed bump and I'm painting the fucking ceiling." "I know, I know. And with both Amelia and Melissa here, two gorgeous nude sluts, its difficult for any man to keep it cool. Trust me, I know. But the producers, they want it to look good on camera, you know? If you shoot your load now, you won't have anything to show the TV audience. Which reminds me, I got forms you need to fill out, saying you authorize the use of your likeness for broadcasting purposes you consent to being photographed nude, and you won't sue the show if you get hurt. Legal stuff." He handed forms out, which everyone filled in. "K, just up ahead is the Arboretum. The studio is set up around back, and there's a trailer they use for a green room. You'll meet the producers, and Jack and Kristi, before the show starts. They have a segment about a new dog walk park, then news and current events, then us for half the show. We'll go on around eleven thirty. Oh! And they've got a girl from Holy Trinity Catholic School, and her dad, joining us onstage to protest the program. Should be interesting." "Mrs Graham, you take out the Dad," Travis said in a conspiratorial tone, "me and Amelia will work on the girl. Putty in our hands." "Travis, sweetheart, why do you keep calling me Mrs Graham? You know my name is Melissa." "It makes it sound more taboo, naughty, like you're one of my Mom's friends." The minibus pulled into the Arboretum, where big signs promoted the live broadcast of "Live from the Garden with Jack and Kristi". An audience was already forming, people with cameras buying passes to the show. Amelia waved as the bus passed them, and a flurry of cameras and cell phones swung around to capture an image of the beautiful, naked 12 year old girl. They drove through the Arboretum to the back and the bus finally stopped at a cluster of trailers and TV vans. Everyone climbed out and a fresh-faced boy, maybe sixteen, ushered them into the green room trailer. He was blushing bright red at the sight of three beautiful nude women, so Melissa whispered, "I want your cum...." into his ear as she passed. He almost fell off the trailer steps as he left. In the green room were three people in snappy Dog Park polo shirts, and a teenage girl in a Catholic Girl's School uniform, a teenage, curly-haired boy in a suit, and sour-faced man in his forties. The dog park people stared in wonder at the five naked people, the two boys unabashedly sporting huge, proud erections. Amelia noticed the school girl lick her lips at the sight of Chris's nude body and winked at her. The girl blushed furiously and turned away, but Amelia was sure she was trying not to smile. "You're, um, yeah...." the older man in a dog park shirt said, suddenly at a loss for words. "Melissa Graham," Amelia's mom said, standing up. She introduced everyone in the Naked In School group, and Amelia was impressed at how casual and professional she seemed, like she was hosting a normal business meeting. She greeted people with genuine interest, and did nothing to sensationalize her nakedness. "Mr Lambert, Mrs Wright, Paula, I really do want to know more about the dog park. In case we can't catch up later today, maybe another time. When I'm less, you know..." "Naked?" "Yeah, that." She gave the dog park people a genuine smile, and turned to the two kids and their dad. "Melissa Graham, pleased to meet you," she said casually, "I am curious to hear what your -" "I don't want to know your name, whore," the man said in a low voice, "you have nothing good to say." "Michaela Mays, hi! And this is my brother Allan!" the young girl said in a high voice. She held out her hand until her father slapped it down. "Don't talk to the sinners, Mick. They are already burning in hell." Michaela gave her father a bored look, and tried not to stare at the two hard, erect cocks in the room. The three groups of people chatted among themselves, until the door opened again and a pretty blonde woman in a short red dress climbed in, followed by a large black man in a sport jacket. "Hi folks, I'm Kristi Tyler and this is Jack Washington, and oh my god, it is suddenly very hot in here. I, I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't ready for...." she gestured at the group, one hand shielding her eyes. Jack Washington stepped forward in the crowded trailer and held a hand out to Chris, who stood up to shake it. "Chris Ryan, sir. Glad to meet you. I liked your throwing arm." "Hey, this guy's alright!" Jack said enthusiastically. "Thanks my man, glad someone remembers my college bowl days." Jack made his way around the trailer, greeting everyone, and gave a friendly wave before he stepped back out into the sunlight. Kristi Tyler followed him out, leaving everyone staring at Chris. And not, for once, for his urgent, rock hard erection. "Guys, really? Jack Washington. Number 31. Local college football hero. Didn't make the NFL draft and went into broadcasting. Oh, and Kristi Tyler was a cheerleader, bikini model and state beauty queen before she became a reporter. She did a couple of porn films when she was 19 that still surface now and then, though she had tried to deny making them." Mr Baker stood up and applauded Chris proudly. "Now that, is called doing your homework." "Thank you, Mr Baker. And if I don't cum soon, oh my FUCKING god I'm going home in a wheelchair. Oh, I'm sorry Miss Mays!" He apologized to the young Catholic girl, whose eyes were still transfixed on his cock. Melissa briefly studied her body language and smiled inwardly. "Its okay, I know you didn't mean it," she said timidly, and her father glared at her. The door opened again and a show assistant came in, who turned on the big screen TV on the wall. "Show's live in 25, and we'll come to get you as it progresses," he said to nobody in particular. "We'll take you to makeup and test, then you go onstage. Dog folks first, then after CE we got the nudists, Mr Baker and the Mays family first, followed by, um, yeah. Remember, no swearing, k? Thanks. I'll be back to get the dog folks first." He glanced around the room and quickly closed the door behind him as he left. "Oh that's rich," Amelia said, stretching, "I'm gonna be on live television, totally fucking naked and sucking cock, cum all over my face, and I'm not allowed to swear? Hehe!" There was a squeal from Michaela, whose eyes were as big as saucers, her mouth hanging open. "That's enough of that from you sinners!" her father said as he stood up. "We need some air, we'll be back. Maybe." He grabbed his kids by the hands and dragged them from the trailer, letting the door slam behind him. "Oh my god," Melissa said, "she is just cute as a button!" "He's too quiet, the boy I mean," Kelly said, "but damn, look what he's up against. No Chris, not yet dude. I'll suck your cock onstage, you can cum then. Hold on a few more minutes. Travis, you holding up okay?" Travis put his hands around his neck and pantomimed choking, then slid to the floor and demonstrated his erect cock spewing everywhere before he lay still. Melissa kissed the top of his head. "My little trooper. After this is all done, baby, you can fuck me." "Oh sure tell me that now, geez that just makes it worse!" he exclaimed. "Now I need to fuck you!" "You guys are unreal," Mrs Wright from the dog park said. "I've never met a group of people so casual about sex, it's actually kind of refreshing. Amelia, honey, how old did you say you are?" "Twelve. I'm 13 in a couple of months." "Melissa, you're her mom, right? She's twelve and she's this sexually active?" "Oh, she's a virgin, if that's what you mean. uI made her promise not to lose her virginity till she's a teenager." "Well that's something, I suppose. I think she's too young for any of this." "Pandora's box? Maybe. I'll take the blame. We did both get 'the shot' a while ago." The door opened again, and the dog park people were ushered out. Show credits rolled on the big screen, and faded to a stage and a seated audience, outside in the Arboretum. Jack and Kristi walked out hand in hand, to music and applause. He wore his sport jacket and carried a football, and she wore a short, red minidress. They bowed before the audience then took their seats and made pithy banter, before turning to the camera. "We have a very special show for you today," Kristi said, crossing her legs, "do you think we should tell them?" "Can't see how we can't, now, Kristi." Jack swatted at a fly and people laughed. "You may have heard about a program being initiated in some schools, called Naked In School. It's exactly what it sounds like." "Each week, a boy and a girl are selected at random and have to attend school completely, and I mean totally, naked," Kristi went on. "We have one of the program mentors here, as well as four students and one of their moms, and two students and a mentor from a Catholic School to challenge the program." "But first," Jack said, standing up, "we'd like to introduce three people who have worked hard to bring a leash-free dog park to the city. Please welcome Richard Lambert, Anne Wright and Paula Harris!" The dog park folks walked on to applause, each walking a well-behaved dog. They sat down and chatted with Jack and Kristi about the park, hours, licensing and pet laws in the city. The show cut to a commercial, and a studio hand came in and escorted Mr Baker out. Another came and got Amelia and her friends. The five naked 'sinners' were shown to another trailer, this one with a row of barber-style chairs, lights, mirrors and make-up. Amelia followed her Mom, and was seated in a chair facing a mirror. A friendly, heavyset gay man brushed her hair out, set it in a ponytail and sprayed it, and applied make-up and eye shadow. Then he gently ran lipstick over Amelia's young nipples, which made her squirm with delight. Finally he sprayed a clear gloss over the young girl's face and body. "It'll make the cum stand out better on camera, girlfriend. You go rock it! Trust me, I did Kristi's makeup for her porn career. Shh!" Amelia nodded and grinned, and turned her attention to a TV overhead, which was showing the live broadcast. Jack and Kristi came back and spent a few minutes talking about current events, college football, local politics. Kristi mentioned her sex tape, which segued into the show's headlining topic. "Now our next guests..." Kristi said, "I'll be honest, I have no idea what's going to happen. Several years ago, a couple of schools here in town took part in a new venture called the Naked In School program. Yes, I said Naked. In. School. Two kids are selected each week, to spend one week completely, totally, naked, in school. Here to tell us more about it is the program's mentor, Nathan Baker. Please give him a big hand!" Mr Baker came out onstage, to mixed applause, probably because he was neither a pretty young school girl, nor naked. He took a seat next to Kristi, and gave the audience a small wave. "Nathan, what can you tell us about this program? Is it what it says?" "Absolutely. It was began in 2001 as a sociological experiment. Karen Wagner was the very first program participant. Each week, as you say, two students, a boy and a girl, are required to attend classes, participate in school activities, eat lunch, everything, naked." "Um... Why?" "The program fosters independence, self confidence, being comfortable in one's skin, and developing personal identity." "Don't mention sluts sucking cock, don't mention sluts sucking cock," Amelia's mother whispered from the chair next to her. "But Mom, that's my favorite part," Amelia said. "Mine too, angel, but he has to sell it as a class program first." Amelia and her mother returned their attention to the television. "Personal identity?" Jack asked. "Sure. If all the kids dress the same, same brand of shoes, jeans halfway down their butts to show off their underwear, all wear their hats at the same angle, that's peer pressure. Herd mentality. Sheep. People are defined by labels. Costumes. The uniforms we wear, are costumes that define status. Spend a week without ANY costume, you learn to define yourself on your terms. And," Mr Baker went on, "have you ever had that dream where you're going to work, shopping, whatever, and you realize you're naked?" "Oh I love that dream," Kristi giggled, and the audience laughed. "It's a common one. A fear of being defenseless. Well when a kid spends a week facing that defenselessness in real life, she comes out of it so much stronger. More confident." "So it sounds like your program gives kids fears and challenges to overcome?" "Somewhat, yes. So does basic training or boot camp. But it creates a foundation for the boy or girl to define their personal universe on their own terms." "Damn, he's good," said Chris from another chair, "and god damn, I need to cum!" "Soon, tiger," Kelly said. "Here to offer a challenge to Mr Baker's program," Jack said, "are Catholic home school church tutor Reginald Mays, and his children Michaela and Allan. Can we get a big hand?" The three walked out onstage, to audience applause, and took their seat on three stools. "Mr Mays, you don't agree with Mr Baker's program?" "Absolutely not. It's nothing but sin and perversion, through and through. People were not meant to be naked, did the Garden of Eden teach us nothing?" "If God had meant for us to be naked," Mr Baker said evenly, "we would have been born that way." Kristi, and half the audience, laughed. "It encourages sin!" Mr Mays said. "It encourages awareness, you mean. The tribes in South America, who have never invented clothes, they do not see it as sin. Sin is an external label, designed to shame and humiliate, and ultimately control." "Well, you'll never catch good people like my Mick and Allan getting naked like that," Mr Mays said defiantly. Michaela reached out and took Allan's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Mr Mays, how do you define love?" Mr Baker asked. "What kind of a question is that? Love is a spiritual bond between souls. It is pure." "Good, we agree on something. Do you love your kids?" "Of course!" "Do you love, oh I don't know, a really good chocolate sundae?" More laughter from the audience. "What? Yes, but what's that got to do with it?" "Love has different meanings, layers, definitions. I love my wife. Well, the memory of her. And I love Amelia Graham. You'll meet her in a few minutes. These aspects of love are very different, but both sincere. Once you let go of the concept of sin, love has no limits." "Once you let go of the concept of sin, love has no limits," Kristi repeated, "Mr Baker, that is beautiful. When I get home I'm writing that on my bathroom mirror." "We're gonna take a short break," Jack said, "and when we come back, you'll meet four students currently enrolled in the Naked In School program, as well as - is this right? - one of the girl's Moms. Should be interesting, don't go away." They stood up and studio assistants brought out five more stools. In the make-up trailer, everyone was finished up and quickly escorted to stage left. Melissa met Mr Baker with a kiss. "Nathan, that was beautiful! You are a true poet." "Thank you! Now, in two minutes, we'll put this show's ratings through the roof. Especially you, Amelia. God, you look edible." Amelia's hair had been brushed out, her face shone radiant youth under the lights. Her nipples, slightly enhanced for the camera, drew the viewer's attention down her body to her young, moist, bare pussy. She grinned widely and curtsied, and beamed a smile at her mother. "And we're back," Kristi said, "I don't know if I'm ready for this, but let's meet four young students enrolled in the Naked In School program - Chris Ryan, Kelly Bauer, Travis Dawson, Amelia Graham, and Amelia's Mom, Melissa Graham!" She and Jack stood up, and Michaela stood up as well, but her father remained seated, his arms crossed. The audience erupted in thunderous applause as the students and Melissa came on stage. Chris and Travis seemed to be walking with difficulty, their huge, erect cocks ramrod hard. There were yells and whistles and applause and people stomping their feet, which continued for a good four minutes. They finally took their seats, and Jack did his best to bring order to the scene. The cameras remained focused on the five naked people, especially the pretty, nude 12 year old girl with the schoolgirl-bright smile, honey blonde hair and bright pink nipples. Kristi fanned herself with her hand as she approached Chris, who stood up with difficulty. "No, really, oh my god, don't get up. I don't wanna get harpooned!" The audience erupted in appreciative laughter as the camera focused on his huge, erect, swollen cock. "So tell me, what do you think of the Naked program?" "It's...educational?" he said, to mild applause. "I've learned a lot about myself, what I'm comfortable with, what's important in how people treat each other. It's been an eye opening experience." "I bet it has!" Kristi moved to Kelly, who was stroking her fingernails along the undersides of her large breasts. One camera immediately focused on her naked body. "Why did you sign up for the program, Kelly?" "Oh, I was a random roll of the dice. Monday morning, they told me I was in the program, I was like, fine, whatever. I'm easy." "Have you enjoyed it?" "I'll be honest, at first I didn't like it, I just wanted the week to be over. But by Wednesday I was realizing how much of my perception is sensual stimulus. Feeling the summer breeze on my nude body. Watching how people talk to a girl with big boobs when she's naked. It's, Lord Byron would have loved it. Poe, not so much. I'm glad I was here, I know more about my sexual identity." There was applause at her answer, and Kristi moved to Travis. He smiled sheepishly, his huge, rock hard cock standing bolt upright. His erection was immediately broadcast to televisions all over town. "Travis, what has the program taught you?" "How good it feels to be proud of myself, I think. Not to fear ridicule, or, you know, narbs.." There was sporadic laughter in the audience. "Narbs?" Kristi asked. "The curse of teenage guys everywhere. You're just doing your thing, you know, and BAM! Narb. 'No Apparent Reason Boner'." Laughter spread through the audience again. "But I can sit here, my cock so hard, I want, oh god I want to cum, but I know I can hold out a minute longer... I'm proud of being proud of myself for what I didn't think I could do." His voice faltered towards the end, and the camera caught a glistening drop of precum sliding from the tip of his cock. Kristi quickly moved to Amelia, who smiled up at her, her legs spread wide. One camera zoomed in on the folds of her naked, smooth young pussy, moist in the sunlight. "You are...my goodness, how old are you, Amelia?" "I'm twelve." The audience half gave a sound of shock, and half cheered wildly. Amelia grinned and waved, stretching her body to show it to the camera. It did not disappoint. "I'm in seventh grade at Tenyari Middle School, and my mom entered me in the program. And I have LOVED every wonderful, naked minute of it. I don't want it to end. Its been a blast!" "What have you liked the most about it?" "Oh, wow. I think I've most enjoyed showing my nude body off for strangers, and sucking cock. I LOVE sucking cock, you have no idea." The crowd roared their approval. "My goodness. Well, she is honest. And lastly, you're Amelia's mom, right? Can I ask you, why are you naked? Besides having a gorgeous body that's worth showing off." "Pompeo Posar." "I'm sorry?" Kristi looked over at Jack, who shrugged. "Pompeo Posar. In the 1970's, he was a centerfold photographer for Playboy. Whenever they had a girl who was too shy to strip for the camera, he'd get everyone in the studio to strip first. Lighting guys, wardrobe, himself, everyone. That made it easier for the girl to get undressed. So I'm making it easier for people to accept casual nudity, because I'm already there." "Well, that's generous, I suppose. Tell me, what did you think of your daughter Amelia saying she loves sucking cock? She's only 12, how does that make you feel?" "I am so proud of my baby girl. She is everything I wish I was at her age. A gorgeous, naked, horny, cum-sucking slut." She leaned over and gave her daughter a kiss. Amelia returned the kiss with passion, and gently cupped one of her mother's breasts, fingertips teasing the nipple. Melissa moaned softly into the kiss and leaned back slightly, her own fingers brushing her clit until she quivered and her breath grew short. Melissa and Amelia gradually broke away and gazed into each other's eyes, a look of love and understanding and for a moment the studio was quiet, watching mother and daughter express their love for each other. "Wow," Jack said finally, adjusting his pants, "that was...special. I'm seeing you two fellas with your cocks already rock hard, did you enjoy watching that?" "There is an aspect of the program," Mr Baker interjected, "called relief. Sometimes a student is so aroused by sexual displays, by simply being naked, or indeed by 'narb', that they require sexual relief." "That's where we come into it, to help out," Amelia said happily. She hopped off her stool and stood before Chris, her hands on his hips. "Oh god," he moaned, "oh god yes please. Oh please....." Kelly stood behind him and brushed her fingertips across his chest, one hand snaking down to cup and caress his balls. Amelia slowly, gracefully, dropped to her knees before him, her eyes on his huge, aching cock. A cameraman leaned in close to catch the action. She wrapped her small hand around his cock and ever so slowly stroked it, making him gasp. She leaned close and stuck out her tender, pink tongue, and slid it lovingly around his cock head. She parted her delicate lips and eased his huge cock into her small mouth, savoring the taste. She stroked his shaft as her mouth worked his engorged head, and Chris jerked as a small gush of precum filled her mouth. A few more tender strokes and a caress from her 12 year old mouth and he shouted aloud and spasmed violently as he finally, desperately, came. The fountain of cum filled her mouth and she swallowed happily. Before she could open her mouth he spasmed again, and another massive surge of cum splashed against her cheek, thick ropy strings of salty hot cum spilling onto her nude body. He jerked and came again and again, until Amelia's face was literally plastered with cum, hot sperm splashed onto her hair and in her eyes. She looked like she had received a bukkake shower, and she was beaming with delight. Chris spasmed again until he fell forward, the aftershocks of his massive orgasm rippling through his body. His breath was hoarse and ragged, his voice a whisper. "Oh god Amelia thank you, I love you so much. I love you baby." She hugged him and patted his back like a baby, while trying to lick as much cum from her lips as she could. Kelly knelt before her and teased her young pussy, while kissing her and lapping cum from her beautiful young face. The audience was quiet, held in rapt attention by the sight of a 17 year old boy being sucked off by an enthusiastic, gorgeous naked young slut. Amelia's cum-filled reverie was interrupted by the sound of Travis gasping aloud, as Melissa teased and worked his cock. She was kneeling before him, her tongue sliding up and down his shaft while she stroked his balls with her fingernails. He jerked and thrust and moaned loudly, and Amelia laughed for joy as her friend's cock splashed hot cum all over her mother's face. Amelia made her way to her and held Travis's pulsing cock as more and more cum coated Melissa's face and body. Amelia leaned close and lapped cum from her boobs, teasing her mother's nipples with her tongue. They shared another lingering kiss, sharing copious amounts of sperm. "Damn," Jack said after a while, "Now I think Ineed some relief after that." "Jack, you're not the only one." Kristi stood up in her red mini dress and turned to face him. "We've worked together for two years, and there's something I've always wanted to do but never had the courage....." she reached up and unzipped her dress down the side and stepped out of it, revealing her beautiful nude porn-star body. Long legs, a tiny, trimmed patch of ginger over her moist, wide pussy, and round, firm, full breasts shone in the sunlight before the outdoor studio audience. Her long blonde hair shook as she tossed her head to one side. "Jack, I have wanted your cock for so long...." Her costar could only stare in amazement as she knelt before him and unzipped his fly, making their audience gasp as his huge, hard black cock stood erect before the camera. He slid his pants down and spread his legs, giving Kristi access to his cock. She ran her lips along the top of his shaft while she ran her fingernails along the underside, making him twitch and jerk. Finally she opened her mouth and slid as much of his cock in as she could, sucking hungrily. Kelly appeared behind her, reached between her legs and teased her pussy while she continued to stroke Jack's enormous cock. Kristi moaned and leaned back, urging Kelly to continue. They took turns sucking Jack's erect, black cock, until he moaned deep in his throat and stood up. His cock stood proudly firm in front of him as he shucked off the rest of his clothes. Then he picked Kristi up as if she were a feather, kissed her passionately and slid his cock into her wet, willing pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her whole body up and down, loving the full-body fucking. He thrust again, hard, then eased down to a slow, smooth, body-shaking rhythm. Finally he grunted aloud, pulled his cock out and held it before him as streams of hot cum sprayed all over Kristi's naked boobs. Melissa and Kelly took turns lapping her body clean and sharing cum, tasting and teasing every part of her body, until the three of them shared the task of licking Jack's cock clean. "Damn. We have have just blown up the ratings for the whole year," Jack said, and Kristi laughed, enjoying the afterglow of a ripe, hard fucking. "Kelly, Melissa, if this happens all the time I may have to hang with you guys," she said dreamily. "With Amelia around, my crazy little naked slut, anything can happen," Melissa said with a smile. "Oh my god Mom, I love you so much," Amelia said in a happy whisper. She was sitting between Travis and Chris, stroking both their cocks and kissing them in turn. "I love you all." "That's not love!" Mr Mays said, outraged. "What the heck did I just sit through, half an hour of Sodom and Gomorrah?! This is no way to act around children! You perverts have no idea what love is. Come on Mick, Allan, we are leaving," he shouted. "No!" Michaela said, and all the cameras swung on the 15 year old Catholic school girl. "What did you say, little girl?" "I said no, Dad. You're the one who doesn't understand love! You don't! You talk about love, but all you know is hate and judgment and anger!" She was standing up next to her brother, hands on her hips, facing her father. "You're always angry, it's all you know! That's not love. That's not love, Dad. Oh god." Her voice was breaking and there were tears on her cheeks. Nobody spoke. "Daddy, I wanted to love you, but you always pushed me away. You push everyone away. That's why Mom left, I know you know that. Oh please, Daddy, try to understand. Just this once, just this fucking once, you listen to your daughter. We needed your love, we needed...but you never....so we...." Michaela stepped closer to her brother and kissed his cheek. She reached up under her short school girl's skirt and slid her panties down her legs, and kicked them away. He reached under her skirt, lifted it up and let the camera see him fingering and teasing his sister's tender, teenage pussy. She spread her legs slightly and moaned, swaying slightly. She pulled her sweater out of her skirt and shimmied out of it, leaving a crisp white bra and short skirt. "Allan and I, we needed love, we...." she undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, exposing his young, slender erect cock. She knelt down and flicked her tongue over his cock while he stroked her hair. Michaela stood up again and threw off the rest of her clothes, and turned to confront her father. "We found love where we needed it, Daddy, when you weren't there. You were never there, even when you were. Do you even know who I am? Look at me!" Mr Mays had been averting his eyes the whole time, but now he looked at his daughter, standing naked before him. He stood up and tried to step towards her. "Don't say it, Daddy. Don't say anything. Just please, let me love you? Let me show you I can love you? Please Daddy? My way?" She knelt before him and undid his pants, and took his cock out, and he didn't try to stop her. She wrapped her hand around it and started stroking, and it grew hard under her care. He couldn't deny that he wanted her. Michaela stroked her Daddy's cock, then leaned close and slipped it between her lips. His cock pulsed in her hand and she nodded. "That's right, Daddy. I know you want me. I want you to want me. Please? Love me? My way?" Mr Mays' head was hanging on his chest. Kelly and Kristi appeared on either side of him and held his arms out from his sides. Someone had handed Melissa a pair of scissors and she appeared behind him and started cutting the clothes away from his body. Finally he was naked, his cock aching hard under his daughter's loving touch. They let his arms down, and Michaela urged him gently to the floor. They laid him on his back and his daughter straddled him, rubbing his cock against her pussy. "Love me, Daddy, please? Fuck me? Fuck your daughter, Daddy. Show me you love your Michaela." He grunted, low in his chest, and took his daughter in his hands. He lifted her up, caressed her pussy with his fingers and slid his cock inside her. "I love you, baby girl. I love you. I'm so sorry. Oh god I'm so.... I want you so much.... Yes, baby, fuck your Daddy. Let me love you baby." They gradually increased tempo and urgency, until Michaela was riding her Daddy's hard cock, fucking him, writhing and moaning. She reached out and pulled Allan close, and soon had her brother's cock in her mouth, sucking him off, while she fucked her father. The audience, and everybody else, were quiet, watching. Allan moaned and thrust and cried out as he came, shooting hot cum into his sister's young mouth. Her father soon found his orgasm and thrust violently. Michaela slipped off her Daddy's cock before he came, so hot sperm sprayed across her belly. She finally lay back, her brother's cum in her mouth, her Daddy's cum on her belly. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered. "Love spreads her wings wider without sin." Melissa and Amelia joined Kristi and Kelly in helping Michaela to her feet, while Travis and Chris helped Allan and Mr Mays find their clothes. Michaela chose to remain nude after listening to Mr Baker explain the philosophy of the Naked In School program. Mr Baker offered to let Michaela and Allan enroll at Tenyari, and Mr Mays consented. After the show wrapped, Amelia joined the others in the bus back to school. When they got there, a crowd had assembled to welcome the sudden celebrities back to school. The Principal joined the celebration, and assured Amelia that they were creating a new Naked In School position for her - as Ambassador to the program, she was allowed voluntary nudity on campus at any time, with all the rules and bylaws of the program intact, for as long as she was attending Tenyari Middle School. At the end of the day she rode the bus home, still happily naked, and sucked off as many boys as she could before her stop. She ran the half block to the house and collapsed, naked, exhausted and deliriously happy.

Naked in the Trailer Park A Naked in the Trailer Park Story by Eddie Davidson Chapter 3 “Look at that slut!” the giggles from behind Harley had begun five minutes earlier but the taunting was growing louder. It was morning and Harley was waiting at the bus stop at the front of the trailer park with her brothers. “Oh my god, Becky! Look at her butt!” Heather Donaldson said to her sister. The two heavy set girls had teased them the most about being naked but there were six or seven other kids laughing at the shocking scene of three naked kids waiting for the school bus as if it were perfectly normal. Except it wasn’t perfectly normal – at least not here. “Does she look like one of those rap girls in a video?” Rally turned around sheepishly. Leonard, Harley and Rally had tried the tactic of standing with their backs to everyone else and pretending they didn’t hear them and it wasn’t working very well. “What? What does that even mean?” Heather had no idea what Rally was talking about. Rally had been quoting from Sir Mix-A-Lott’s “I like Girls with Big Butts” because the first line from the song is “Oh my god, Becky! Look at her butt!” said with the same inflection that Heather had just used but obviously she didn’t get his reference. “It means shut the fuck up and stop making fun of my big sister,” Rally stood up for Harley- it was the first time he had ever done that. He was shy and usually avoided conflict. It made Harley smile although she didn’t want to tell him so – at least not yet. “Or what? You’ll turn around and swing your big old ding-a-ling at us?” Becky and Heather laughed. They had cherubic like faces and plump round bodies. They had been the targets of Harley’s ridicule for a long time and Harley had found it easier to stand with her back to them then turn around and face them with her clit sticking straight out – so she had said nothing and just gritted her teeth. She had however plotted revenge in her mind at least a dozen things she’d do to get even after this was over. They had been given a big talk this morning during breakfast. They were to be on their best behavior and polite and anyone could tell on them for being rude or crude or even scratching themselves weird in public. The boys were not to get erect or make it appear they were touching themselves in anyway. They could also not cover themselves with their hands. They had lessons on how to say please, thank you, and it was difficult for even Rally to begin when he had never had to talk that way before. Frank had made sure everyone was clean and had a clear backpack. Inside was a hand picked outfit that they could wear to school and would be ‘street legal’ as they called it. It wasn’t going to be much but it wouldn’t be slutty either. They could put that on at the bus. “The bus driver knows and you have three minutes to get dressed once you are on the bus. You’ll have the same amount of time to undress before you get off the bus on the way home and then you’ll report straight back home to tell me how your day went.” Frank had remained sober and lucid all night and that surprised everyone. He seemed more assertive by morning but he was caring and nurturing at the same time. They were to tell him about their homework and when Harley and Leonard suggested they didn’t get homework he said “Bullshit, I am not your mom. You don’t think we are going to talk to your teachers? You be nice at school or we’ll know.” It surprised everyone – but at the same time it made sense to the kids they would have to act polite at school. That is what it was at first – an act. They were playing a game of please and thank you. They didn’t really mean it but they were saying the words that they were expected to hear. This was the first time this morning that any of them have raised their voices. “No, I won’t hit you with my dick or anything. I am just asking you to have a heart. This is difficult enough to stand out here like this. Can’t you be nice?” Rally asked politely. He naturally had a lot of restraint. He wanted to tell the girls to fuck off like his sister – but he was too shy and the fact that he was naked made him feel even more vulnerable. “Well, gee let me think about that? Heather what do you say?” Becky asked her sister and the two of them giggled a solid No. “Your sister was the absolute worse to us. Now turn around and let us take a few pictures.” “We don’t have to do what you tell us,” Harley gritted her teeth and seethed the words in a whisper. “You have to be nice and you can’t hide. As far as I can tell you are hiding by staying turned around the other way so all we can see is that big fat butt of yours.” Heather said. Heather’s butt was three times the size of Harley’s ass. “It’s bait, they are baiting us,” Rally whispered to Leonard and his sister. “Masturbating you? Gross! You aren’t going to go all Jeremy over there on us are you?” Heather said about the chronic masturbator Jeremy. Jeremy was something of a social pariah after all the rumors about his masturbating – it made him feel gross. “It was like once, let it go,” Jeremy was one of the boys at the bus stop and he was one of Rally’s only friends. A red-headed boy who was mostly staring at Harley’s ass in awe and not laughing. He was snapping mental pictures for later of Harley – even though he never masturbated in public. It was a nasty rumor someone started so long ago he couldn’t remember who and now even he believed it. “You did it at the pep rally, you did it at the family reunion, you did it at the Piggly Wiggly, you did it at the Doctor’s Office,” Becky started to list off places Jeremy had been caught masturbating before he hushed her up. “No, bait. I mean you are making fun of us trying to get us mad. If we just turn around and let you take a picture then what? Your ammunition to make us feel bad is gone.” Rally turned around and faced the girls and stood defiantly but Leonard and Harley remained with their backs turned. “Well, you can dance around a bit or something can’t you?” Heather giggled. “Make it like a Helicopter? Can you spin that thing like a Helicopter?” Becky added. It was at that point a blue Mustang tore down the street. It was Todd Hoffman, local bad-ass and dope dealer. He never just drove the car – he always made sure it made a lot of noise as he did. “Hey, what the fuck? Why are you out here streaking in front of my sister?” Todd slammed on his breaks and slammed his car door. He had on a muscle shirt, and had a very thin mustache. He looked like a young Matthew Mcconaughey with acne. His sister was one of the girls who had quietly been standing in shock while everyone giggled. “You think it’s funny to stand around waving your dick at the cars that pass by on the highway? You fucking pervert,” Todd grabbed a tire iron out of his car and started to walk over to intimidate rally. He hadn’t noticed Leonard. Todd was a little older than Leonard but he was probably not as strong. Leonard turned around and so did Harley as Todd walked up to them as if he was going to beat the snot out of Rally. He was indignant and seemed shocked. It was very believable except Todd immediately backed down when he saw Leonard. “I am just busting your chops, man. I heard about Earl’s whole deal and all man,” Todd checked out Harley and she smiled sheepishly at him. Todd was a total asshole but she had a crush on him since 8th grade. He whistled and then his eyes got wide when he saw her clit protruding between her pussy lips. It was dripping wet. “Dang, slippery snail trails this morning. You guys are fucked up for doing this. I mean really fucking twisted and all,” he offered his hand to Leonard to shake but then pulled it back quickly and wiped his hair “Too slow,” he smiled. At this point, there was no turning back around. The three of them were facing the other students at the bus stop and Todd and he quickly lost interest in bullying Rally “Smell you later, Gaters!” and took off. “Why are you blushing, sis?” Leonard and Rally knew full well that Harley had a crush on Todd but refused to admit it. “Yah, that’s what that is,” Becky smirked as she indicated the wet spot between Harley’s legs but now Harley was facing Becky and she intimidated her with her eyes into saying nothing. “You better not tell Uncle Frank we are not being polite or someone’s ass is getting kicked after this is all over,” Harley said for everyone’s benefit. Just before the bus pulled in the door to their trailer opened and Frank brought their mother outside. She waved at them. Tammy hadn’t woken up this early “Since she had court that one time” and was a little stunned to be doing so without coffee. “Have fun in the salt mines,” Harley shouted half-joking as the bus pulled up. They boarded and got dressed quickly and took their seats. Tammy’s “light gardening work” was anything but light. They gave her all the shit jobs to do including cleaning the pool, the bathrooms, and mowing lawns but she did them all and she did them naked. Earl made her ride in his truck naked to the Wal-mart and gave her a “Mu-Mu” type dress to wear. Tammy was reluctant to try salads or fresh fruit preferring instead French fries and jello. “That has fruit in it doesn’t it” but after she tried a Caesar Salad she found she liked it. “It’s like Ranch but not as bland” she said. Tammy was not someone who took to hard work and many times on her first day Earl, Skinny or Frank had to remind her that she could get an infraction if she didn’t finish up or move faster. She raked, she mowed, she blew leaves, she drained gutters, she cleaned, she power-washed and all the while naked. She was actually proud of herself – despite the fact that the guys would have only given her a barely passing grade for helping out considering she moved slow and had to have things explained to her several times. She often did so intentionally to pad her time – almost by intention but she was starting to feel proud she had made it this far and in the work she was doing. Her friend Gabby came over to the pool where she worked. Gabby is someone who talks a lot just like her name implies. “I can’t believe you are doing this. Don’t you feel weird? What if my son sees you naked. Aren’t you worried he’ll see you naked? Don’t you think this is dirty? Have you ever done anything like this? I could never do anything like this. I am so worried they will make me if we don’t pay rent. I would never be able to do it. You are so brave, what have your kids said?” This went on for a good twenty minutes while Tammy tried to answer her politely. At a certain point, she couldn’t take trying to be nice any longer and she apologized and held her hand up. “Uncle Frank, Sir I am sorry but I have to tell Gabby to fuck off. I can’t take her constant questions and I am just going to go ahead and accept the spanking. Do you do it here or after she has fucked the fuck off to whatever hell that spawned her incessant chatter?” Frank was shocked because there was no talk of spanking since the night before. Tammy was really just bluffing in the hopes that Gabby would take a strong hint. “Sure, I guess just grab your ankles and we’ll do it right here then if you need one to correct your attitude. It may just help you move a little faster,” Frank answered her without thinking too much about it. He had grown up on a farm where discipline was a regular part of life but he hadn’t spanked a grown woman this way in his entire life. “Sorry Gabby, I appreciate your interest and all but you probably don’t want to see this,” Tammy reluctantly grabbed her own ankles and spread her ass. She did so to scare Gabby off but what she didn’t realize was that Frank intended for Gabby to spank her. “You offended Gabby and as Mr. Earl said you will ask her to correct you and thank her afterwards,” Frank said. It sounded like the most outrageous thing anyone had ever suggested to Tammy and she had watched every episode of Jerry Springer from 1996 to present. “That would be fine, Please Gabby would you give me 10 licks across my backside so that I will be better before you fuck off, ever so kindly?” Tammy’s intention was to mock Gabby and make her feel scared to take the offer. “That isn’t how you ask politely. Try again,” Gabby began to spank her friend’s bare ass with her hand and after the second slapped asked to stop. “Oh Sorry Ma’am, is my hard ass hurting your hand? Well I do thank you for trying and I am sorry my first apology didn’t work to your satisfaction.” Tammy offered slyly. “No, I was going too fast and you weren’t counting. Can I take off my shoe? I feel more comfortable using my shoe. My shoe is much better as a spanking surface. It is what I used on my own son when he is bad. Jeremy is bad pretty often,” she started to explain and as she did she made Tammy count out every stroke and regret each and every one. In the end, she probably did about 25 and several people in the trailer park had stopped to watch but not one person stopped it. A few people may have even recorded it on cell phone. When Tammy stood up she wanted to deck her friend but she was crying – it wasn’t unhappy tears and it wasn’t happy. She felt a warm sensation on her ass a few minutes later and for the rest of the day worked twice as hard as she had. “Uncle Frank Sir, let’s not share this with the kids?” she suggested as the bus pulled up. “Honesty is the best policy but I see no reason to bring it up unless you need another?” Frank said. “No Sir, I think that one was more than enough,” her ass still stung and it was red and sore. She found herself saying Sir to even random men and not just Earl, Skinny and Frank and it sounded less weird after the spanking. One by one her kids got off the bus completely naked carrying their clear back packs. A bus full of laughing kids pulled away as the red-faced teens hustled home. They didn’t really want to talk about their day but Frank checked their backpacks and then revealed Dinner was on the table. “Cool, Pizza again?” Harley asked. “Did you order Chinese?” Rally was enthusiastic - he was hungry and Chinese was his favorite. Leonard was just happy for some grub. They nearly fell over when they found a home cooked meal waiting for them on the table. “Who made this?” Harley asked as she dug into the Stroganoff. “I did, silly!” Tammy had a bittersweet smile on her face. She realized her kids were happy but they were shocked because they had no idea she even knew how to cook. “I should have been making dinners like this before.” “Can you teach me how to cook like this?” Harley asked and when she said yes, Rally and Leonard also asked if their mom could teach Harley to cook that way. They joked like that and around the house they had become comfortable seeing each other naked. It was no longer something they were staring at. Later that evening Gabby came back over. This time Tammy was a lot more polite when she greeted her at the door. “Can I come in,” Gabby asked. “Door is always open, Ma’am” Tammy answered naturally. “Quite literally, like always open” Harley quipped sarcastically. No one seemed to notice the genuine look of fear on Tammy’s face or that she had called her Ma’am. It was the first time she called any woman Ma’am today since the spanking. “I just was thinking about what happened earlier and I wanted to come over and apologize,” Gabby said. “No need, no need,” Tammy didn’t want her kids to find out she had requested and received a spanking from a family friend – out in the open. “Yes, now you sometimes won’t let me get a word in edge wise,” Gabby said. The opposite was true but from Gabby’s perspective she came to say what she wanted to say and she was going to say it. “I shouldn’t have been asking all those questions on your first day like this. I was just so shocked and it is my coping mechanism to talk,” she said. “Think nothing of it, Ma’am,” this time it was noticed by everyone when Tammy called her Ma’am but it was already done. They knew she had started talking more politely and they weren’t suspicious. It sounded weird hearing any of them say please, thank you and being considerate. “I shouldn’t have been short with you. What we are doing is very unusual. If you have questions, you are welcome to sit down and ask them. I just ask that you ask them one at a time,” Tammy smiled. She found that she liked being reasonable. She could have said something snappy and mean and probably sent Gabby on her way like she always did. “No, no I asked what I wanted to ask. It’s just well, I need to apologize to you. It’s just over the years you’ve put me down, and asked to borrow stuff and then never returned it, or committed to babysit for me and then at the last minute cancelled and well when you asked me to spank you, I just got carried away,” Gabby looked embarrassed as she admitted to the shocked room. “I just don’t want there to be hard feelings or when this is over you to feel weird about it.” Gabby looked like she may be thinking Tammy would seek revenge even for the public humiliation she had received. “You spanked mom?” Harley was the first one with a big grin on her face and a glance at her mom who was looking down. “Well yeah, she asked me too,” Gabby didn’t want Harley to be angry at her. Harley could intimidate even adults and she never really liked Gabby very much – much less her son Jeremy. “She ASKED you too? Why did you do that Mom?” Harley enjoyed putting her mom on the spot and making her uncomfortable and this was getting weirder by the moment. “Well, I” Tammy was rarely at a loss for words until she cleared her throat and said that honesty was the best policy. “Since when is that?” Harley seemed surprised Honesty was never the value of the house. “Since we stripped away our clothes and started the program. We tell the truth. My friend Gabby was asking me a lot of questions and I started to get frustrated so I asked your Uncle Frank to spank me before I mouthed off to her. I was kind of hoping she would go away and be shocked but instead he told her since I offended her she could spank me.” “So just let her? Hahahah ... This totally makes up for what I had to put up with from the Donaldson’s today!” Harley laughed loud and long for a moment. “No, I ASKED her to spank me because I was being a brat and afterwards I worked twice as hard and found it easier to do my work without sassing back. So there are no hard feelings and I am grateful. I wasn’t even aware I had stuff of yours. I am afraid it is all in storage now though. They took just about everything out of here, Ma’am.” This time when Tammy said Ma’am it clicked in Harley’s head and she had a whole new respect for Gabby being able to put her mom in her place. “Hahah, I would have liked to have seen that. I find it hard to believe you picked up speed just because someone spanked your ass.” “Well, maybe you should let Mrs. Gabby do it to you and see for yourself since you won’t believe me, Mrs. Smarty Pants?” Tammy glared at her daughter. Gabby may have been game to spank Tammy in a fit of anger as a one-off but she was definitely more intimidated by Harley. “Mrs. Gabby? Since when do you address her like that?” Harley seemed puzzled. “Since page 39 of your handbook or whatever page it is. You will address her the same way or ask for a spanking of your own,” Tammy assured her daughter. “You remember? You can’t tell me what to do at all. Same rules for you as for me! We are on the same level!” Harley blurted out angrily. The point she was making was that her mother had to follow the same rules and therefore could not tell her what to do. Frank added “Yes, the same rules and since your mother was rude to Gabby and so were you then I would ask that you both stand up and grab your ankles and then request an equal spanking.” Frank said. “Same rules, short Fry!” Tammy was already standing up and turned around to face her ass towards her friend Gabby. “No way, you aren’t gonna! Not in front of Rally and Leonard?” Harley was smiling at the absolute absurdity of the spectacle she imagined in her mind of everyone watching a shared spanking. “Mr. Abernathy stood outside and pretended to walk his dog for 5 minutes while she gave it to me good!” Tammy assured her daughter as she bent over and grabbed her ankles with her legs apart. “Ma’am, would you mind giving me a spanking for being rude to you here. I have also as you said in the past borrowed your things with zero intention of returning them and made plans to help you with no intention to show up.” “You never intended to show up or bring them back? You always made it seem like you forgot” “I never forgot, Ma’am” Tammy said as she looked over her shoulder with an unrepentant smile. “I really shouldn’t. I mean, my son is waiting for me outside.” Tammy looked out the window and saw Jeremy touching his crotch through his jeans and staring in. “How rude of us not to invite him in. Would you mind if we invite him or would you prefer to spank us both outside, Ma’am?” “Well, I don’t know,” Gabby was dismayed and put off by the request. “You aren’t really going to spank us with your bare hands are you? That’s crazy!” Harley seemed more intrigued to see her mom get a spanking at Gabby’s hands then she did fear that she would be getting one too. “No, she uses her shoe. It is very effective. She gave me thirty five and made me count every one of them.” “I did? I thought it was closer to ten,” Gabby was a little flustered and it was getting hot in the house. “Well, I think 35 was a very odd number,” Frank suggested that he liked even numbers like “Fifty” Harley began to realize that everyone was serious and eventually agreed to them as long as she wasn’t made to go outside. Jeremy too had a litany of issues with Harley that stemmed from the third grade when she spread rumors about him being a chronic masturbate at summer camp and it wasn’t until his mother had given her the twentieth swat that she admitted she had started the rumor because she perceived Jeremy had put gum in her pony tails. Once both women had received fifty swats each from Gabby she was exhausted and quite a bit turned on. This was the first real spanking that Harley had ever received and she was aroused as well. Frank decided she would wear her hair in pig tails for the duration of the program as a sign of contrition rather than permit Jeremy to spank her. The girls were polite and contrite for the rest of the evening and well into the next day despite occasionally reverting to their normal sassiness – old habits died hard. Leonard actually asked for a spanking but he had done nothing wrong. Frank asked him why and he said that he just wanted to behave himself. Mr. Abernathy started walking their dog a lot and looking in the Davidson’s window. It turns out Mrs. Abernathy didn’t mind that much because with the help of a little Viagra the daring neighbors had made him horny at night. Rally had an erection problem and found himself frequently hard around the trailer – much more frequently than Leonard. Frank made them stand in the corner until their boners went away – which amused their sister to no end as the two of them helpless stood with nose and the head of their cocks pushed up against the wall and waited for permission to stop. Leonard didn’t seem all that bothered by it though. He grinned and took it all in stride and Rally was determined to get that degree no matter what it cost him in pride and comfort. He wasn’t permitted to talk while he was in the corner so he saved all his come backs for his older sister and mom’s wise cracks until he was allowed to sit down. “Why do you get so hard? It’s just your sister and me that are naked. Stop thinking dirty thoughts, Rally and get your mind out of the gutter and you won’t have to stand so much,” his mother told him. Gabby agreed to come over more frequently after first night and Frank told her she and her son Jeremy no longer had to knock on the door. “Wow, no one has ever told me they wanted me to come over before. That’s great! I am shocked actually by all of this but I appreciate it,” Gabby continued to talk for 15 minutes after her first goodbye that first night and when Tammy didn’t slam the door in her face and tell her to go home she eventually ran out of steam twenty minutes later as everyone politely waited for her to stop talking. It was the first time since Gabby new Tammy that she hadn’t been rudely told to go home because Tammy was tired of ‘listening to her bullshit’. Chapter 4 “Please smack my booty, Mrs. Becky,” Harley was holding her ankles with her feet wide apart at the bus stop. Harley had endured five long days of the program. The chunky Donaldson sisters had reported Harley for being prissy and impolite to them to Frank. They even had video on a cell phone of Harley flipping them a bird and telling them to “Kiss her ever loving booty”. As compensation, Frank had said that every morning she was to hold her butt cheeks apart with her middle fingers like she was shooting a bird at the bus stop and beg Heather and Becky to ‘smack her booty – fresh and fruity’ and thank them after they each gave her 10 swats to remind Harley that she should never talk back to her betters and that this would be considered an infraction every time she failed to beg them to spank her behind at the bus stop until Friday. This was the final day and Heather and Becky had their fun earlier in the week and were letting Harley sweat it out. They were recording her with their cell phones and making Harley really beg and repeat “Please smack my booty fresh and fruity!” This drove Harley crazy because it was embarrassing enough to bare her ass to her classmates. She had “We failed to pay rent” written in red in magic marker on her butt cheeks as did her mom and brothers. It was made even worse by having to say that her booty was “Fresh and fruity” and ask to have it spanked. It was Friday but the boys at her bus stop had not tired of looking at her bald pussy and pink puckered asshole or her perky tits as she endured their constant teasing. She wore her hair in pig tails as a sign of contrition to Jeremy and had to admit to everyone she started the rumors years ago. This hadn’t completely exonerated Jeremy though. The rumors had spread so much that he was a chronic masturbator that people had started to believe he really had jerked off in church or school and been caught even when he hadn’t. “Oh for the love of Pete will you please just spank my sister? The bus is almost here and the infractions add up,” Rally couldn’t stand the fact that the two smug, chubby little blonde sisters were snorting and giggling as they listened to her beg and asked her to repeat herself a little louder. Harley flashed him an angry glare – after all he had just asked that she be spanked but at the same time it was to save her from infractions. She had been warned that she was nearing “Extra duty” status and she thought Rally would probably love it if she ended up having to accept them. This week Gabby came over every night and usually ended up spanking both of them. Tammy would actually encourage it at some point because she was finding that when she got a little smack or two she actually found it easier to accept what was happening. She also seemed to think it was helping and she wanted to improve her attitude. She had started to feel new feelings of guilt she had never felt before about being neglectful and more of a friend then a parent. She had enjoyed seeing everyone sit down at the dinner table and eat what she cooked and she also liked the fact she had good food to cook instead of junk food. She felt like she would naturally backslide back to her old habits if she didn’t get spanked. Earl and Frank also obliged her during the day with a good spanking now and then –right out in the open where anyone could see her bent over getting a rosy-red ass. Skinny on the other hand had been too shy and was worried she was actually going to snap his head off if he hit her too hard. Tammy had a tendency to slip back into her old attitude and say smart ass comments or be manipulative. She had somehow procured a bottle of whiskey but rather than offer it to Uncle Frank had left it where her daughter would find it. She knew that Harley would probably try to tempt Frank into having a drink. If he did then they would lose a month off their program and Frank would suffer no consequences as far as Tammy was concerned. She wasn’t comfortable with her own Uncle spanking her ass but she had to accept it since he was the boss for now. She assumed Frank would eventually backslide anyway. If Frank didn’t submit to temptation then Tammy would be insulated from any extensive punishment and it would go to Harley. She knew they wouldn’t punish her hard and she hated seeing herself reflected in her daughter’s cranky attitude so much that she secretly felt vindicated when she saw Harley get a cumuppance. She was hoping it may actually improve her daughter’s attitude. Tammy was a naturally manipulative tricky bitch and she knew it. She felt it may be too late to change her own ways for good but she thought t may not be too late to straighten Harley out some and keep her from turning out like her. Naturally, Frank didn’t take the bait and when Harley was caught as the culprit she realized her mother had set her up. Harley accepted Frank’s punishment and it was explained that the two of them had the most infractions of anyone in the family and were close to being assigned “Extra duties”. Harley didn’t like cleaning, being polite and calling Frank Sir – she definitely didn’t want to clean up for her brothers and call them Sir and she knew that was just part of the ‘extra duties’. Harley tried to get even with her mother. The entire family enjoyed practical jokes but it was not easy when you are naked, constantly without privacy and almost everything you own was put in storage. Harley is a clever bitch though and she quietly farted several times around her Uncle and Gabby and then made it seem as though her mom farted intentionally near them both. Surprisingly, instead of denying it her Mom looked up at Harley with a hurt expression on her face and then said “Yes Mrs. Gabby and Mr. Frank, I farted. I could have held it until I was not in your face but I intentionally bent over and let one rip. I know it was not only rude but that I set a bad example for my DAUGHTER on how a proper woman should behave. Would you be kind enough to correct me?” She took her spanking in stride. Later, she grabbed Harley by the hair and pulled her in close when Frank could not see. “We are in this together you little twat. Payback is a bitch and you are looking at the Queen Bitch. Now is not the time though. Stop your little games or we’ll all be in trouble. They are just looking for a reason to make things harder on us and we are fucking up!” Harley assumed Earl was bluffing and that her Mom was just angry because she couldn’t think of any good paybacks. She also hid her little brother’s X-box controller outside, made snide comments all week and especially enjoyed teasing Mr. Abernathy who had become something of a fixture standing outside their door. The Swede was also a regular visitor. He said he enjoyed “voyeurism” though and didn’t want to come inside – he just wanted to watch from outside. Harley had called it “Cringe-worthy” but the older gentleman just shrugged. He liked to point out he was actually from Norway and not Sweden but the nickname stuck. There were other people that week who stopped by. The sign outside the trailer invited people to have a look around and come over but most people were a little intimidated and wrapped up in their own lives to do more than a slow-drive by and gawk. The family had gotten used to it on some level and Rally called it “Living in a Fish bowl” being naked in a trailer with no windows or curtains. They had made it to Friday but none of them had confidence they could last a full three months this way – except for Leonard. Things seemed to work out for Leonard. He had become more popular at school and Todd Hoffman’s little sister had a huge crush on him. Even the Donaldson sisters found nothing to mock the handsome kid with as they often stared at his biceps and dreamy eyes. Even if they had – Leonard was dense enough that some jokes would go over his head and good natured enough that he didn’t take them personally if they didn’t. Rally was very jealous of Leonard for what came natural to Leonard didn’t to him. He was smart, sensitive and often the exact opposite of his older brother. Jeremy had been sympathetic to his situation but he received more teasing than Harley or Leonard simply because he was the easiest to pick on. The kids in the trailer park didn’t like “egg heads” and they knew Rally wouldn’t fight back. They called him dweeb and dork and even pervert. There were some envious of his massive cock who found ways to even make fun of him for that. Someone said it looked like a Capri Sun pouch that someone blew into until it turned inside out. Another person said that his dick looked like a Baby’s arm holding a small potato. He didn’t think he’d ever get a chance to date in High School but now he was sure that after everyone had seen him naked he was definitely not going too ever live it down. Rally just remained focus on starting his social life over in College. That morning the Donaldson sisters didn’t spank Harley but as the bus arrived they ran up and patted her butt like they were playing the bongo a few times before giggling and running on board. One of them grabbed her backpack and because of the stipulation she was to be polite she rode almost the entire way to school completely naked. Leonard didn’t change into his clothes until his sister got her clothes back although Rally did. He shrugged and Harley glared at him “That’s okay Rally, no one wants to see your puny little butt anyway” as she sat on the bare plastic school bus seat next to her brother completely nude and looked out the window on the ride through the country. That day one of the guidance counselors asked Rally to come down to the office. He asked Rally if everything was going okay. “We’ve heard some weird rumors and I just want you to understand you can tell me anything if you want too,” he guidance counsellor assured him. “I am fine,” he wasn’t going to admit what had happened but he already knew Mr. Hill had heard the rumors so he explained “This is like the program in those Wisconsin schools up north. We voluntarily entered into it and I’ve actually learned a lot.” “Those are highly controversial programs and frankly I am not convinced of their effectiveness. I would think they are more disruptive on proper education than anything else,” Mr. Hill shook his head. He hated liberal educators and took a more pragmatic approach. “You can learn about the body from a text book or a computer or a good piece of art. I don’t see why anyone would need to hot foot around the school shaking what they got,” he said. It seemed to Rally that despite the protests Mr. Hill secretly would love to imagine adopting that program in his school and wanted to hear some details. “I guess though to you as a red blooded boy – it probably excites you to see nudity all the time?” “Well, it would be better if it was anyone but my sister and mom but she is my half-sister anyway, I guess there is that,” Rally admitted. Mr. Hill nodded in agreement and asked if any of it was sexual. “Not really – in fact, if I get a hard on I have to stand in the corner,” Rally was embarrassed to say. Mr. Hill couldn’t help but laugh at that and then asked if he could visit sometime. “Actually, we can’t turn anyone away at any time. My Uncle Frank would make us greet you and welcome you in the house.” “That’s so crazy!” Mr. Hill couldn’t hide his smile behind his massive mustache. “If we had the program here in school would you do it?” “Everyone on my bus has already seen me naked and I am getting used to it and if it would get me a free ride to college, you bet your sweet bippy I would,” Rally agreed. “You are such a strange kid. No one says sweet bippy any more, not even old timers like me who were around when that was a phrase. The administration is aware and while I don’t think there is any chance we’ll be progressive enough to adopt your program here – I would like to come out and see for myself if you are really okay with it. It means I am going to see your mom and sister naked though and I can’t unsee that – you are okay with that?” “You wouldn’t be the only one who has seen their boobs bouncing around in the trailer. They both bopped the crap out of each other last night in a pillow fight over something and when I woke up this morning a couple guys I know texted me the pictures from their cell phones,” Rally chuckled. On the ride home, Harley and Leonard also said they were met by members of the administration and questioned about the program. Harley thought it was “Creepy AF” that Mr. Hill invited himself over and called him a “pervert” but said this Mrs. Muller the PE teacher who was asked to talk to her wasn’t that much better. “She said in Germany where she grew up they had athletics in the nude all the time. They swam in the nude in big gymnasiums and they had a more accepting culture about it. She told me it really allowed an athlete to focus on their body performance with no distractions. I think she just wanted to get in my pants though,” Harley said skeptically. “Speaking of which, it’s almost that time to get undressed” Rally pointed out as they entered the part of the highway that was five minutes away from their trailer park. “What if we don’t get undressed? What are they gonna do? It’s not like they can make us,” Harley asked. She was gauging their reaction. “We’ve already started and I guess they’d kick us out of the trailer park,” Leonard said as he stood up in his seat and pulled off his shirt revealing his powerful well-scupted chest. “Would that really be that bad?” Harley was reluctant to get undressed. “You are just afraid you got extra duty tonight?” Leonard poked his twin sister in the stomach jokingly and smirked. He knew they would be evaluated tonight and she had been warned it was coming. “I am definitely not going to call you sir and kiss your asses,” Harley perked up and laughed but said she wasn’t afraid of the possibility of extra duty. Leonard teased her a few times until Harley flipped him off and told him she wasn’t afraid of anything. “Help me out Rally,” Leonard was already undressed as Rally started reluctantly to take his own clothes off. “If we are the boss of Harley and she flips us off does that mean we get to spank her ass for a week?” Harley punched her brother and began to take her own clothes off as well with two minutes left before the bus stop. “What if YOU get extra duties? You gonna mind calling me Ma’am and doing what I tell ya?” Harley quipped sarcastically as she popped off her shirt and revealed she had no bra underneath as her tits bounced slightly in front of her. “It wouldn’t bother me none. Hell, we could take turns,” Leonard bowed deeply to her and called her “Majesty” while taking his seat naked as a jaybird. A car honked it’s horn when they noticed the topless girl next to the shirtless boy in the window of the bus. “Hey! What’s up??” Leonard offered a friendly wave and his sister a middle finger. “You better stop though – what if they report you to Uncle Frank?” Rally warned his sister. “They don’t count because it aint on school grounds or at the trailer park,” Harley shook her head and made a quizzical expression. “You are supposed to be nice everywhere always,” Rally reminded her. “Well, I can’t fucking do that so they may as well give me extra duties because If I don’t flash a middle finger now and then at a motherfucker that deserves it then I’ll pop my foot off in the ass of someone who doesn’t,” Harley said and that was all she said about it. They arrived at the trailer park as naked as they left with their backpacks. It was Friday and no one stayed on the bus any longer than they had too. It had been a long grueling and humiliating week. However, no one on the bus seemed as shocked as they had the first few days and other than a few pinches and pokes as they left – almost no wise cracks or serious gooses as they left the bus. Once they got to the trailer their Mom had dinner on the table, a smile on her face, and a very red butt and tits. She had been slapped on the boobs when it seemed that the swats on the ass had lost some of their effectiveness. She asked about their day and genuinely seemed to want to hear about it. It felt strange to Tammy who normally didn’t want to hear anything from anybody and prided herself on being able to avoid being sucked into a long story. She had always believed “If people ask you about your day, they don’t really want to hear about how it went.” However, she was genuinely finding herself interested and when the kids said they had been approached by the administration she was curious what would happen as a result. “We aren’t in any danger and nothing abusive is going on, I guess there is really nothing they need to get their panties in a bunch about,” she said. “Well, you got your tits smacked today or is that just a very intense sunburn?” Harley asked. Tammy was taken aback by how blunt her daughter was but she was just like her when it came to saying what was on her mind. “I made the mistake of asking Skinny for a correction when I got mouthy today and he said that my butt was already numb from the last spanking so he spanked my tits with a wooden paddle,” Tammy admitted like it was a fairly normal thing to say out loud – because it had become a regular part of their lives. “You sure you don’t ask for these corrections because you get off on them or just want to fuck off and stop doing work?” Harley teased her mom. It was a common thread to their discussions and Tammy had assured her that she genuinely needed a good hard knock every now and again. “I am like a mule. I can follow a carrot to walk but sometimes I need a whip to make me run,” Tammy admitted. She didn’t like to accept it but there it was now and she said it out loud. “You are more of a jack ass then a mule,” Harley laughed and teased her mom and the two of them went back and forth like that for a few minutes with Tammy saying Harley was the “Daughter of a jack ass and her boys were sons of a bitch” then. There was a knock on the door and Uncle Frank who had been sipping on some coffee said “Greeting positions! Whose turn is it to go to the door?” He had established a routine so that everyone had a chance to properly greet someone. Everyone else had to stand when someone entered and be ready to greet them personally. “It’s mine, Uncle Frank,” Rally went to the door without covering himself and half-expected to see Mr. Hill standing there. Instead, it was Earl. “Hello Mr. Earl and welcome, won’t you please come in?” Rally said the customary greeting and opened the door for him. Their landlord Earl didn’t have to knock but he wanted to see how everyone did. He was pleased to see everyone was standing attentively and ready to greet whoever walked through the door. “Smiles on your faces and everything! Wow, you have improved. This clipboard though will tell me how much you have improved and what you still need work on.” “Yes, thank you Mr. Earl,” everyone said almost in unison. It was customary to respond that way to Earl when he asked them a question now. Earl offered to let everyone sit and finish their dinner or they could hear the results of their first week evaluation now. Surprisingly, only Leonard wanted to continue to eat as he was in no hurry to hear the results. The others also suspected this was a trick question (Which it was) to get them to seem selfish and disrespectful of Earl’s time. Once Leonard realized no one else was eating he stood back up and waited like the others for the results. “First, the good,” Earl pointed out that no one had been seriously tardy this week and said that was as much Uncle Frank’s leadership as it was their tenacity. Earl pointed out they had not snuck clothing, snuck out of the trailer, and that everyone attended school and completed their homework. They weren’t even aware that was one of the things they were being graded upon. Earl listed off the infractions through the week. These were mostly sassy talk-backs, accidentally covering one’s self. Each was cataloged and there were some that even they didn’t know had been caught on. It wasn’t just Harley or Tammy. Leonard and Rally had a series of infractions – most of which stemming from being caught touching themselves or having a boner when they shouldn’t. Earl said most of this was expected from people who were naturally lazy and taught to be manipulative but that it definitely needed improvement. He said that he wanted to cover the bad and pointed out the times that the Donaldson sisters had recorded Harley flipping them off. Harley was going to offer a defense but Earl cut her off and when she folded her arms in front of her he wrote something on the clipboard. “Fine, if you don’t want to hear my side of it,” she stewed and told him to write that down too –which he did. “I know your side of it. Your side is that you think you can flip people off still and that we aren’t watching very carefully. Those girls are brats but they are better than you and as I understand it, your Uncle Frank had you beg them to spank you every day this past week until today when they refused. How did that make you feel?” “Stupid as fuck,” Harley admitted before adding an obligatory Sir at the end as an after thought. “Yet you did as you were told and that is to your credit. If you continue to antagonize them are you prepared to show up every day at the bus stop and repeat the same lesson from them?” Earl asked. Harley thought about that and shrunk her shoulders down a bit like a scolded puppy. “I will try not to antagonize them, Sir.” She admitted. Earl wrote that down as well. He pointed out that story about tempting Frank to drink. This surprised Frank since he had not told Earl. Harley admitted intentionally trying to get him to drink and said she was punished appropriately. “Did you ever wonder how the whiskey bottle got here?” he asked her and Harley said that she did afterwards. She looked directly at her mother who now looked somewhat sheepish. She had been fairly gung ho about getting disciplined but suddenly she looked nervous about what was going to happen next. Then he asked Tammy if she wondered how a naked woman had managed to purloin a bottle of whiskey and sneak it into the trailer unnoticed when she had literally no privacy. “I should have wondered that but you are obviously smarter than I gave you credit for, Mr. Earl” Tammy looked down at her tits and hung her head. “We have eyes on you and I wasn’t joking when I said we installed cameras. I don’t think you respect the bargain you made with us or the fact that I am spending my time on this when I could be home doing something else,” Earl seemed genuinely serious now. “I am so sorry and I realize now that I was being a super bitch, Sir!” Tammy admitted. “You also let your daughter get punished even though you set her up to be tempted,” Earl pointed out. “In her defense,” Rally started to explain “You set my mom up to be tempted to set up Harley.” He didn’t help his situation by talking out of turn and Earl wrote that down. Once they finished going over their progress, Earl showed them that they were behind on the scoring system and asked if they were getting anything out of this and wanted to continue or if they felt it was pointless and they should stop. He started with Tammy. “Yes, I am and I appreciate the groceries and the time you are taking with us. I don’t want to stop Sir. I know it’s weird. I should be telling you to get the fuck out of my life but I actually feel guilty about what I did and usually after I’ve fucked somebody over I tend to think it is their fault.” Next he moved on to Leonard. “I am cool with it, Sir” Leonard was short and sweet. He wrote down his observations and asked Harley. “I am standing here naked aren’t I Sir? We aint perfect, but that’s why we are doing this I guess.” He wrote that down and asked Rally. “I am not really sure we should continue,” Rally surprised everyone. He explained that it was starting to feel like a routine and that he and Leonard had seldom been held to the same standards as his sister. “ I ask that you hold me to the same standards and since I was mean to the Donaldson girls too, I’d ask them to spank me. I’d ask Gabby to spank me. We just get sent to the corner, so anytime I pop a boner, I guess I should get spanked,” he asked. This surprised Earl and he wrote that down. He told him he would be addressing the boner epidemic and that Rally probably won’t like his conclusion but that he agreed that things needed to be more fair IF this program was to continue... “Okay, I think I’ve made my decision...” Earl said with an expressionless face. The family felt like the last contestants on American Idol waiting to find out if they won – although none of them were quite sure what ‘winning’ actually was at this point.

Nude Enough byJuanSeiszFitzHall© There I was, looking out at the balcony of my apartment. From the eleventh floor, the view includes a little greenspace, but all of it is within the city. No view of the lake. It was National Nude Day, and I was nude, a few feet behind the closed glass door. Where I live, the COVID-19 lockdown had been loosened somewhat, but the lake beach was still closed. Last year was my first Nude Day as a participant. It was great, but when it ended I had unfinished business. I told myself that I could finish it on next year's Nude Day. Now it was next year, and I couldn't. *** I like the idea of nudism, but I have my doubts about its lofty principles. Nudity gets you closer to nature? Okay, but pass me the insect repellent. Clothes create class distinctions and cultural biases? I think exposed bodies do that too. Nudity doesn't have to be sexual? Well, maybe it isn't, for some people, but I don't think I'm one of them. And I'd have to assume that men who see me nude would have functional hormones. Still, in July 2019, I was inclined to say yes when my friend Judy suggested going to the lake with her. The lake has more than a mile of public beach, and the county has always approved letting part of it go clothing-optional on Nude Day. That addressed the legality question. Also, being starkers there with Judy would seem safer, or less intimidating, than trying it alone. In addition, there have never been reports of trouble at the lake on Nude Day, and the county closes the beach at sunset. It looked like the tough part of getting this excursion together would be convincing our friend Carla. The three of us knew each other from our gym, where we'd formed a team to play in a sports league. We were unattached, in various ways. Judy was divorced, Carla lived with her parents, and I hadn't dated much lately. The Nude Day discussion always presumed that we'd arrive and leave as a group, without men. As Judy put it, this would be a Girls' Day Way Out. When the talk of Nude Day had arisen before, Carla found reasons to shoot it down, such as: "I don't want to touch anyplace where there might have been somebody's naked butt. Everyone would have to carry around a towel to sit on, and keep track of which side goes where." (Judy responded that we'd spend most of the time on our own towels, on the sand.) "You'd have to put sunscreen where it's never been before. And what if you have to put on more? Can you touch yourself like that, with people watching?" (Judy said that one could reapply on a trip to the ladies' room.) "What if somebody steals my backpack? Then I'm stranded, and helpless, and also naked." (Judy pointed out that the fieldhouse at the beach has lockers, and you can keep the key in a zipper-pocketed wristband.) Apart from that, Carla didn't talk much, about herself or anything else. Lately she had seemed even more reserved, and generally unhappy. A week before Nude Day, as we sat at a coffee shop after leaving the gym, she didn't bring up any negatives, but at first said nothing at all. Then, as Judy was touting the excursion, Carla finally asked, "Why do you keep bringing this up?" Judy, of all people, looked a little timid. "Maybe so I can do this before I get any uglier." Carla and I shared a look, then directed it silently at Judy. Judy hesitated. Then she said, "Okay. I did Nude Day at the lake last year, before you knew me. With Jeff." Her ex-husband. Judy looked around at the mostly-empty shop, then leaned in and lowered her volume. "We knew that things weren't going well, and I thought Nude Day might stoke us up, get us back to banging until we could sort things out as people. That part of it actually worked. At the beach, he had this idea. We'd look around and find someone else on the beach we could get hot for, and if we really got turned on, Jeff and I would sneak off somewhere and screw. "I saw a tall black guy, skinny but muscled. I think Jeff was staring at a blonde with big boobs. I told Jeff I was ready. We wandered to a cove next to a bluff, blocked from view by high boulders. We started making out, each thinking about the fantasy partner. But then we were gazing at each other and it was Jeff who was turning me on, and he was mouthbreathing and saying 'Jude my god you're so hot!' I wrapped my legs around him and he held us upright and pumped into me. He was sunlit and sweating, and I must have been too. We'd never had sex outdoors. I came and yelled and squirted and he came and yelled. I could feel him jizz in me! For those few minutes we were everything we had always wanted." She smiled, with a faraway expression. "But you still broke up," said Carla, always pouring ice water. Judy raised an eyebrow. "We did. For a couple weeks after, we had great sex, and no arguments. Then it started to get same-old. And the stuff that we didn't agree on came back into the foreground. Fortunately, I'd stayed on the pill, so it was a pretty clean break. Nude Day had the effect of delaying our return to circulation by maybe a month." "And you want to do it again?" I asked. Judy had never struck me as a beater of dead horses. "Yes," she said, leaning back in her chair, grinning. "In honor of Jeff's great idea, and how he made me feel like the sexiest woman on Earth, for the only time in my life. I still remember those orgasms! Maybe three, I couldn't tell. And how he wept as he came, the tears on my sunbaked boobs." She blinked, and her eyes focused again. "I'll enjoy being nude there again, even if my body doesn't contact anyone else's." Then she whispered, "But if Jeff's there, don't be surprised..." "You're terrible," said Carla. Her voice always seemed monotone, so I couldn't tell if she really disapproved. "So you're out?" Judy asked her. Carla exhaled, looking down. "I'll do it," she said quietly. "Why?" Judy persisted. "Peer pressure? Then if you don't like it, you'll blame us." "No, it's..." Carla looked up. "I need to find out who I am. I won't blame you if I find out I don't like showing my naked body." Judy and I said nothing at first. Carla wasn't just shy. We knew nothing about her personal life, if she even had one. We'd inferred that she seemed intimidated by her Catholic family and her parish community, and she was never in a situation to put herself first. Still, the fact that she was considering Nude Day told us that she didn't believe deep down in church dogma. Finally I said, "You're okay if your family finds out?" Her look was stern. "I'm 25. I keep overhearing things like, 'If she doesn't get married, she ought to be a nun.' I'm tired of it. There should be other options." And we were silent again. Carla actually smiled, and held out her hands towards us. Judy and I took them, unclear what was going on. "I like you, and I want you to keep liking me," she said, sounding timid despite the smile. "Can you promise you won't hate me?" "Why would we hate you?" Judy asked. "Of course we won't," I added quickly. "Thanks," said Carla. After quick squeezes our hands parted, and Carla's face again lost all expression. *** I was given the name Cynthia, in honor of a great-grandmother I never knew. Growing up, there was the option of replacing that formal, flowery moniker with the diminutive of Cyndi. That is, my parents were already calling me Cyndi before I had command of post-toddler language. To make matters worse, I never grew taller than 5' 1," and I have a doll-cute face. That made it much tougher for Cyndi to be taken seriously as an adult. I work in wholesale auto parts and make a point of being very no-nonsense. After a few years of this act, my co-workers got the drift that I didn't want to be thought of as a cutie pie. In my career, at least. In life generally, I've been okay with who I am and what I've done. But I was 27, and the solitary life was losing its appeal. It's been fun to sow wild oats, but what I've gotten from that has been pretty much the same oatmeal. Sometimes it's nice to wake up next to a guy, but other times the morning doesn't work out so well. I was starting to like the idea of a steady relationship, with good mornings every day. So far, though, I hadn't found anybody I'd always want to see the first time I open my eyes. I think of myself as medium-sexed. What I felt going into Nude Day was mostly curiosity, but I couldn't deny that there was also some physical excitement. I had to remind myself that seeing strange men naked could impair my judgment. So far, my choice of partners has been pretty sound: No controllers, no losers, no braggarts who'd tell the world how I am in bed. This was no time to change that, with everyone's genitals visible. *** Judy advised us to bring two bags or packs for our stuff, with the most important personal items (ID, money, phone, respectable clothes, etc.) to go in a locker, and the rest (hat, towels, reading material, sunscreen, etc.) to stay with our naked selves. I liked my big sun hat, and didn't consider it expendable, but if the kind of thief Carla worried about ran off with it, my life would go on. When Judy picked us up in her SUV, she gave us wristbands for the locker keys, which we'd wear at all times while undraped. "So we won't be totally nude," I said from the passenger seat, wiggling my banded wrist. Judy snickered, and put on a crass guy voice. "Hey bay-bee, show us the left one too!" From the back Carla said, "We'll be nude enough," sounding worried. Judy angled her head that way and said, "Are you sure—" "Yes," said Carla impatiently. Carla had left the house clad as we were, in a sundress, for a normal beach day. Carla's mother had watched from the doorway. I was pretty sure Carla's family didn't know that this beach day was abnormal. On the way to the lake we got into more discussion about nudism, with Judy in the default role as expert, from a single experience. "My feet won't always be nude," said Carla. "Even if the beach is all nice sand, it'll get hot. I'll wear my sandals when I need them. So there!" "Lots of guys have a thing for footwear," I said, glad that Carla was having a little fun. "The whole idea," said Judy, "Is showing face and body at the same time. You could cover your face when you're nude, so people won't know it's you. But that's a disconnect within yourself. How many identities does a person have? One for the mind, another for the body? The exposed face expresses what's going on in the mind. It's what other people recognize in you. Their minds, engaging with your mind. When other people see your body, even in swimwear, they engage with your body, maybe adding some judgment or commentary. An exposed body is an expression of libido, sensed by the libido of others." Neither Carla nor I had anything to say to that. Into our silence Judy said, "What, I'm not allowed to do some deep thinking?" Carla, stifling a chuckle, said, "Did you and Jeff talk about this in the cove?" Which cracked us all up for a couple minutes. But as we got closer to the lake, I got nervous. "If I expose myself," I said, "I become a potential fantasy object. Someone who sees a naked body might decide that the exposure is an invitation. A guy might take advantage, thinking that I've already given consent, and that nobody could blame him." I was surprised by how that sounded, way heavier than my mood was. Before I could walk it back, Carla put in, "What she said." "In the words of my father," said Judy, "I could turn this car around right now." "Judy, no, I trust you about today," I insisted. "Even if my silly little body gets shown all over the internet." "Yeah, that too," said Carla glumly. "Look, clothing optional, okay?" said Judy, exasperated. "When we get there, you can decide what to take off." And when we got there, in the relative privacy of the women's locker room, we all took off everything. It wasn't a big deal, stripping along with Judy and Carla. We did that at the gym, after our workouts and the games in our league, before showering. There's something I haven't said yet. What our sport is. "Okay, I guess this is it," I said, picking up my bag for the beach. As I did, I wanted to hide behind it. "Not yet," said Judy. "Let's talk ourselves past this first." "Huh?" said Carla. "I hate how I look," said Judy. "I know I shouldn't, but I've spent my whole life suffering by comparison every time I look at a fashion magazine. I'll never be model-hot, but maybe I can be more confident. Let's each of us say first what we don't like about how we look, then build each other up." "So each of us vent?" I asked. "Not just yourself." Judy's eyes flicked nervously. "Say what you think is substandard about me and Carla, too." She looked quickly at Carla, and back at me as she went on. "I'm fond of both of you, and there are things about you I wish I had. But if I tell you what a stranger might think about you, it might help you face up to what all the people out there won't say out loud." She waved her hands. "Okay, look, it's my weird idea, I'll go first, then you rip into me. We don't have to finish if this bothers you." Carla said, "Go ahead," before I could, so I nodded. Judy stood up straight and put her hands behind her back. "I have narrow, bony shoulders," she said, which to my eye wasn't all that true, or noticeable, "and my breasts tend down towards the sides. My legs show veins I wish weren't visible. There are creases under my jaw that don't belong on a 29-year-old. The good news is that my horsey face won't get so much attention today." She glanced at each of us. "Your turn." I flicked eyes at Carla. She didn't start, so I did. "Um...your skin isn't perfect, I guess. The dark spots. There aren't enough to be freckles, and there are too many to be beauty marks." "Fair," said Judy with a nod. Carla looked at me and said, "You took mine." She looked again at Judy. "I don't know, your feet look kinda big." "Who wants to go next?" said Judy, I think relieved. "I'll do it," said Carla with a sigh. "Too much below the ribs. If I got every carb out of my body, I'd still be pear-shaped. I sweat too easily." She then held a hand out to each of us. Judy said, "Big dark nipples. They make the downward trend of your bust more obvious." "Your posture," I said quickly, seeing it for the first time. "Slumping makes that downward trend worse." "Really?" said Carla. She stood straighter, and started to look like the Birth of Venus. "I'm short," I said, "Way shorter than I'd like, especially in the legs. I have almost no lips. Bicycling tones my thighs, but gives me too much of an ass, and my tummy stays round." And when I stopped, I was suddenly terrified of what my friends would say. "Limp hair," said Judy. "Light brown, barely noticeable. Keeping it short makes it look like a skull cap." Carla looked at the ceiling. "You! Took! Mine!" She looked at me. "Your nipples are, I guess, innies." Okay, I thought, could have been worse. "Now build me up," said Judy. "In this round you don't say anything about yourself." "You have a great butt," said Carla, enviously. "The shag is a good choice for your hair," I said. "Red benefits from swaying and bouncing. You seem energetic even when you aren't." "Cool," said Judy, looking pleased. "Carla, my hair has nothing on yours. You could grow it all the way to your ass, it's like sable fur, shining like that." "Your eyes are beautiful," I said, now the envious one. "Big and wide-set. If you actually want positive attention, take your glasses off now and then." "Ooooh!" said Carla, almost giggling. "And Cynthia, my dear friend," said Judy, "You're cuter than ten buttons. A sweet face you'll probably still have when you're eighty. Stick your B-cups out, so men will know you're legal." "Even if they are innies," said Carla. "And I don't know if the biking does this, but your back is sleek, and curvy." "Thanks," I said, never knowing what to say when I hear praise. "So now you think we're ready?" I asked Judy. "One more thing," she said, gathering us closer. "Keep in the front of your mind what we are." "Which is?" prompted Carla. "Naked women." Which got us outdoors on a laugh. As the sun touched and warmed our skin, skin everyplace, we leaned into it and strutted. I was excited, but not sexually. At least I didn't think so, but how could I tell? I mean, my vulva was out there, feeling the sun. The breeze went where it never had before, moving my pubic hair around. Okay, I guess it was sexual, or maybe sensual, but I don't think it made me horny. It was a new experience, stimulating, and I was enjoying it for that. The beach where nudity was allowed wasn't very crowded, but the people I saw were all in the buff. Judy aimed us towards a big tree rooted where the grass gave way to the sand, offering some shade. We spread out our towels and anchored them with our bags. We lay down, propped up by the grass around the roots, and spent a few minutes just taking in the scene. "There's...so many, um..." said Carla. Judy lowered her sunglasses theatrically, and leaned at her. "So many what?" Carla waved her hand vaguely, then murmured, "Penises." Judy grinned. "I figured we should just sit and watch a while. To get accustomed." We looked at men, couples, and more men, of various ages and body types, as they strolled by. Nobody was erect, but still... "They're just there, right out in front. Pointing the way." Carla may have been appalled, fascinated, or both. Her glasses had transitioned to shades, making her even harder to read. "It's like...the men are being led around by them." "They always are," said Judy drily. "It's just more obvious now." I laughed so hard I was afraid I'd pee. Carla almost doubled over. Judy, deadpan, reached into her bag and got out one of the magazines that damage her self-image. This whole time, we were aware of what was down the beach to our left. A volleyball net, surrounded by people roughly our age. As we calmed down, we watched them, off and on. I leaned across Carla at Judy, and pointed at the net. "This is why you wanted all three of us, right?" She remained deadpan. "Oh...you want to, um, participate?" Carla said, "You expect us to go over there and barge in?" Judy looked at the net. "They seem to have trouble getting a game up. We could help them out." "We are not betting," I declared. But I got up, doffed my hat, and stepped out of my flip-flops. "Could pay for a nice dinner," Judy grumbled, but didn't push further. Our gym has a big sand arena. We're in a three-on-three volleyball league. Making best use of our skills, we've worked out that I'm the digger, Carla is the setter, and Judy is the striker. Hey, I'm closer to the ground than they are. Carla has deft hands and good peripheral vision, beyond the range of her glasses. Judy is 5' 9" with a good vertical leap. Our team ranks in the middle of our women's league. We're not all that good. But we play together a whole lot, and I didn't think that was true of this nonchalant group we approached. Maybe ten men and six women in the group as a whole. Only three guys near the net, everyone else mingling around a beer keg. "Hi, want to play?" said a tall guy to us, smiling and not obviously ogling, holding the ball between his arm and his side. "Sure," said Judy, beaming. "Tell you what," said the guy, "One girl with two guys, two girls with one guy, and the two-girl side starts with ten points." Exaaaactly what we expected. Judy got kittenish. "I think all of us would rather watch all of you. Why not boys against girls?" The guy shrugged. "Okay, just for fun then." He looked back at his buds, one of whom smirked, probably liking the idea of watching all of us. The other guy, short and with a full beard, nodded. Tall guy asked Judy, "Would you like to serve?" "Go ahead, you've got the ball. First to ten points wins?" "Sure," he chuckled. Looking back, he flipped the ball to the bearded guy and said, "Do it, Kyle." The bearded guy nodded again, and stepped back behind the rope resting on the sand. The other two stood casually, and either didn't notice that Carla and Judy eased up to the net while I moved to the backline between them, or didn't care. And in that moment my brain babbled, These guys are looking at MY BOOBS AND CROTCH, and OMG their junk is right out there and they're okay with that, and they're young and kinda hot and I'm showing them everything, this is insane— Then the bearded guy tossed up the ball and slapped it towards us. And I became a volleyball player. The ball was slow, on a high arc. I got to its path easily, with enough time to see Carla turn and face me. I two-wristed the ball upward in her direction. Judy turned sideways to face Carla, who soft-handed the ball into a parabola to the side. Judy jumped, wristed the ball, and drove it to splash sand in front of the feet of the tall guy, who basically hadn't moved. The three of them continued not moving. I think they all blinked. Judy smirked and said, "Now it's our serve." The tall guy smirked, picked up the ball, and tossed it over the net. Here's a weak spot in our game: None of us is an ace server, not even Judy. So, since we have to accept that all we can do is get the ball over the net, I serve, because I'm on the back line anyway. I took a few steps behind the rope, held up the ball, trotted up in the direction of one corner of the net, and slapped the ball towards the other corner. Two guys had leaned where I was heading. Only the bearded guy had a chance, and his lurching swing sent the ball under the net. Carla picked up the ball, said "I guess we keep serving," and tossed it back to me. So there was a tall guy, a short guy (with the beard), and one in between (with tattoos, some in places he could only show off today). Tall and short looked amused, the guy with tats not so much. As I said, we're not that good, and after we got the next point we misfired on a return and had to volley, and whichever of us could get to the ball sent it back. I couldn't keep it in bounds, so our lead slipped to 3-1. By this time, most of their group drifted from the keg to the sidelines. Tats guy grinned, but the bearded server, Kyle, looked to be taking us seriously, and sent a harder serve our way. It headed for a back corner. Carla ducked to give me a clear line. I went horizontal and got the dig less than a foot off the sand. I couldn't get it high, and Carla had to crouch a bit to get fully under it. Tall and Tats scurried to where they might block Judy's spike. Sensing that, Carla flipped the ball back over her head and the net, to land on open sand. I had skidded prone onto the boundary rope, and was fist-pumping and cheering Carla's move. I didn't notice right away that the bearded guy was halfway under the net, looking at me. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently. "Um...yeah, why?" I returned, getting my legs under me. He looked blank, then seemed to get his bearings. "You play all the time, right?" "Uh huh," I said, smiling. "I land like that a lot." Then I had to laugh. "But then, I'm wearing something." He laughed, straightening up. "Just making sure." "Kyle, right?" I said. I held out a hand. "I'm Cyndi." He took the hand and shook. "It's very humiliating to meet you, Cyndi." The spectators laughed. I beamed, and not just from what he said. I noticed his lean, cut build, especially the abs. His shortness (maybe 5' 7") might lead him to believe that I was in his league. The women in his group seemed to be near his height, or taller. Now, I don't like how height factors in to the attention men pay to me, and I to them, but I'm accustomed to it. Tall men can impress me, but don't especially attract me. I seem to get along best with guys in my part of the atmosphere, and I try to look past their defensiveness, excessive gratitude, and all the rest of it. Right then, I was enjoying the way Kyle kept eye contact, and didn't glance at the sand stuck to my sweaty skin. The tall guy, maybe trying to get alpha attention, said, "Five points, let's change sides." We crossed over, with Judy saying, "Will that put the sun in our eyes? Ahhh, no." I couldn't do this completely out of sight, but in the transition I got some sand out of Certain Places. It helped a little that Carla drew attention by shaking out her hair and adjusting the band that held her glasses stems in place. When we were up 6-1, the men got a point on a volley we couldn't handle cleanly. Tats appeared to have worked up a macho lather. He insisted on serving. He leaped high and slammed the ball. We leaned away as its near-horizontal trajectory took it about four feet out of bounds. The spectators hooted at him mercilessly. Tats started to yell at them, and Tall and Kyle had to calm him down. Carla murmured to us, "Maybe we ease up on them?" Judy shook her head. "It'd be suspicious. And they'd look even worse." I served, and Kyle got to a good spot and returned it. We did a quick Cyndi-to-Carla-to-Judy, and while it wasn't a fearsome spike, Kyle and Tats collided trying to get to it. As the ball rolled away, I couldn't resist leaning under the net and saying to Kyle, "Are you okay?" Kyle got to his feet quickly, laughing and nodding, while Tats pounded a fist on the sand. With a quick look at Tall, Kyle declared, "We concede!" Tats lurched to his feet, but as he did a woman stepped to his side and handed him a red cup. I think Tall had made eye contact with her before I served, but I wasn't sure. Anyway, it appeared that further ill will had been averted. Tall and Kyle crossed the net to high-five us. It was only then I noticed how hyped and hard-breathing Judy and Carla were. And I was. Judy, seeing a super-hot brunette approach Tall, yelled, "Winners to the water!" and took off. Carla and I dashed after. In water up to my neck and Judy's nipples, we hugged and cheered and scrubbed off. With Carla doing more of that than the rest of us. Especially the hugging. Even with water splashing against her darkened glasses, she looked ecstatic. Then she kissed us. Since our coffee talk, I had been wondering about this, and how to respond to it. Judy seemed to want out of the group hug, but I held us together and said to Carla, "We definitely don't hate you." Still smiling, Carla said, "But this isn't who you are, I know that. Thanks for letting me be who I am." "Yes, you be you," said Judy, clearly way off guard. "You can talk to us about anything," I said, expecting Carla would have a long road ahead. "Yeah," said Judy, nodding quickly as she got loose. "Talk." We returned to our towels and bags and hats, now in somewhat more shade. Judy and Carla settled in. It looked like they were now content to be nude in repose on a beautiful summer day. Judy had messed with some men, and Carla had kissed two women. As far as adventure was concerned, they seemed to be done. And I...wasn't. Thanks to the beard, it was always easy for me to find Kyle, even at a distance. I stayed with my friends, sometimes reading a paperback, but once in a while...okay, pretty often...I looked Kyle's way. If he seemed to look my way, I smiled. I wasn't sure that was noticeable under my hat, so I started parting my lips on the smiles, and showing teeth. Once, he smiled back. And waved. I waved too. He returned his attention to what his friends were doing. I returned my attention to the paperback, no longer smiling. A few minutes later, though, he trotted over and addressed all of us. "Hi. Just to show there's no hard feelings, would you care to join us? We've got the grill going." Carla looked ready to stand, but Judy put a hand on her arm while answering, "Oh, not me thanks, I've got plenty." Then quickly she sent one look at Carla and a different look at me. Carla glanced at me before looking at Kyle and saying. "Yeah me too, but thanks." I suppressed a grin, helped by my hat. "I'd be glad to," I said, standing. After a few steps side by side, he asked, "So, do you three hang out all the time?" "No, we only know each other from the gym," I said, smiling pleasantly, while thinking, Thanks, Carla, he saw us in the water getting all Sapphic. I tried to recover with, "So these are all friends of yours?" "We hang out at a bar. Got this event together on a dare." "Looks like you're having a good time." "Until you three showed up," he said with a grin. Then, in a rush, "Look I'll just say this, they're only friends. I'm not involved with anyone right now. If, uh, that's what you were, uh..." I nodded, looking away. "I was." Then, facing him: "I never want to barge in to anything, or waste anyone's time." "So, are you—" "Carla got really excited," I said. "We're friends, only. And no, I'm not seeing anyone right now. Well, I'm 'seeing' you, and a whole lot of you, um..." I was in too deep, and we both looked straight ahead. Kyle introduced me to people whose names I wouldn't remember, and as a group we talked about what it was like being nude in public. I welcomed a bratwurst with brown mustard on a hard roll, but declined beer. And then Kyle and I were sitting next to each other on a couple of towels, with his friends appearing to make a point of giving us space. We munched and made small talk, with some get-acquainted stuff about work, and an exchange of last names. I became aware that I was sitting next to a naked man, while putting a tube of meat in my mouth. Maybe I was getting used to this, because that didn't seem disturbing or hilarious. His beard wasn't long, but it was thick. I didn't necessarily find it attractive, but it kept drawing my eye. It was a medium brown like his scalp hair, so it showed a lot of texture in the sunlight, with color variations, and moved a little in the breeze. It wasn't a neglect beard. His neck was shaved, and his lips were visible. His eye-corners tended to crinkle when he smiled. I resisted liking that. Guys shouldn't be that kind of cute, bad enough that I was. He said, "I don't know, there's just something about you. In the game, and after, your happiness is so...big. I wished I could be a part of your happiness." That got to me. My heart thumped. But instead of responding in the same spirit, I succumbed to my usual reflex of dodging praise. "Uh, thanks," I said quietly. "I could just move on, if you want," he said, now subdued. "It's my first time doing this nude thing, and I don't want to crowd you." I looked away, as I had done maybe twenty times by now. Cripes, the sheen of sweat on his shoulder was enough to addle my brain. Finding that my eyes now trained on my own crotch didn't make things any better. I got impatient with myself, and him. I had already thrown my body around in pursuit of a volleyball, legs flying, breasts jiggling. All while he'd watched. And I liked the idea of bringing him into my happiness. I said, "Why don't we just stare at our bodies, and get it over with? We give each other permission to look at what we're showing freely to hundreds of strangers." I stood up, and indicated for him to do the same. "Then maybe we can act like normal people to each other. And if eyes still aim at non-public parts, well, we've given each other permission." He got to his feet, looking self-conscious. Then he explained why. "I hope I don't, uh, react to this." "It's okay," I said, too quickly, and maybe not truthfully. "But if you'd be embarrassed, then forget it, we don't have to do this." He stood straight, looked me in the eyes, and took a slow deep breath. "No, go ahead. As long as you won't be offended or, uh, feel threatened." Which recalled to me my harsh statement in the car. Kyle, it seemed, wasn't assuming that I gave him a free pass because I was naked. I took off my hat and stood just as straight as he did, and set my feet apart a little. From seeing myself in the mirror in this pose, I knew that I showed labia, behind sparse hairs. There was no demure front-leg-across. No hiding. I worked very hard to keep calm as I said, "If nature takes its course, I'll decide that you're a healthy young male." He chuckled. Then he put his hands behind his back, and also set his feet apart a little. His cock was relaxed, and stayed that way. It seemed...ordinary, neither huge nor tiny. Behind it, his sac seemed proportionate, healthy...ordinary. I saw that he was circumcised. I had already seen that. Several times. Shame on me. Kyle continued to breathe slow and deep, and (not helping at all) I now wanted to see him get erect. First just for the visual, and then (worse!) to see if the sight of my nude body could make that happen. Where were my high-minded concerns? I made myself look at his face, and saw that he was scanning my body. The damn beard prevented me from getting a clear idea of what was going on in his head. So I went back to doing the same to him, getting now to those nice abs. Never really cared about a man's abs before. Maybe I didn't now, either, but they were his, and he'd clearly gone to some effort to get them to look like that. I imagined his abs being just above my pelvis. And forced myself to stay still. "Would you please turn around?" He said, surprising me. He was smiling, but I didn't detect ridicule. I gave him a crooked smile and said, "If you like." As I stepped to rotate 180 degrees, I thought, Is he an ass man? Will my sorry biking butt be a deal-breaker? At first I held the same pose as before. Then I put my hands on my hips and looked over my shoulder at him. I resisted the urge to pop a hip to one side. "Thank you," he said, smiling more, I think because I was being playful and, maybe, too damn cute for my own good. "Now you," I told him, facing front and gesturing rotation with an index finger. He presented those sculpted buttocks, first in a plain pose, then looking over his shoulder and folding his arms, a much more masculine posture than what I'd shown him. "Thank you," I said. I took a step towards him. Then, suddenly worried that I couldn't trust my hands, I said, "I'd like to go in for a swim," and angled my head with what I hoped was an inviting smile. I was already trotting towards the water when I heard him say "Me too." And I got a tiny thrill from taking the initiative. (And being chased?) Once in enough depth, I did some fast crawl strokes, enjoying being enclosed by the water. I realized that while we surveyed our skins, I wasn't being touched, and I felt the lack. I swam for clear water, naked people always visible somewhere. I couldn't even see Kyle at that moment, but I knew he was following, probably gaining because of longer arms, and in a wild flash I wanted him to catch me and hold me and take me right there. I thought, So nudists are calm and platonic, is that the claim?. Not Judy last year. Not Carla after the game. Not me. I'm nude and men are nude and I'm in a froth. So much for getting used to this. If I can't calm down, I should never do Nude Day again. Instead of catching me, Kyle swam past on my left, then turned to stand and block my way. He held out his arms, grinning. I laughed, stopping, and grabbed his hands. I was flat-footed on smooth sand, head and shoulders above the water. He was immersed to about the middle of his chest. There was nobody very close to us. I trembled, but the water wasn't cold. I let go his hands and drifted closer, a few inches away from him. "I think you're a nice guy." I said, low-toned. "I try to be," he said firmly, not ingratiating. I swept stringy hair off my forehead. "Do you think I'm an awful person?" He frowned. "Definitely not." "You may want to revise your opinion in a moment," I said, and now had to take a slow deep breath. My crotch was warming. "You did fine, before, not reacting physically while you looked at me." Another breath. His look wasn't completely innocent, but not lecherous either. "But I'd like to know if, when you look at me, you can react that way." His lips compressed, which had the effect of merging the mustache with the beard. "I think you're nice, and I hope you're honest," he said. "A few times, when, um, things went way beyond flirting, it wasn't honest." I cussed at myself for screwing this up, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh no. I'm sorry, Kyle. I really like you, and I thought maybe, in the water, you wouldn't be embarrassed, or worried about what people would think." He put a hand on my hand. "I have to tell you that it was all I could do to stay calm, before. I had to imagine myself skiing, in freezing cold." That made me smile. "Maybe I should be satisfied with that." "Do you really want to see me...that way?" "Yes, but only if you—" "I do, Cyndi," he said clearly. My heart resumed thumping. Several red flags tried to get my attention. They didn't stop me from taking his hand in mine, and moving it below the water line. "If it helps," I said, in what couldn't get above a whisper, "I'd like to encourage you." I pressed his hand on my breast. He exhaled sharply. Then he took the invitation and fondled me, a fingertip caressing the nipple, which at that moment was definitely not an innie. A yelp tried to escape me, but I squeezed shut my mouth and eyes, and breathed slowly despite shuddering. I thought, Is this honest enough for you, Beard Boy? I opened my eyes, and glanced down. I saw nothing but choppy water against his chest hair. "I can't see very well," I said, almost laughing. "May I investigate another way?" "Yes," he whispered, "but please be careful." I let a hand slide down his abs, fingers then tracing the flatness across his pelvis, finding hair, and then— "Hhhuuuuh!" he said, as I curled my hand around a firm, ovoid cylinder that I knew I would like just fine. And I woke up to the fact that I wanted, needed, release! The red flags sneered that they had told me so. Worse, I was at risk of giving blue balls to a near-total stranger. But I wanted nothing more than to barge ahead! With—something. "Kyle," I gasped, "I want you to be a big part of my happiness! Is it okay if I jerk you off?" "Wh-whaaaat?" Kyle squinted at me, but quickly recovered. "Y-yeah! If you like, uh, yeah. And should I—" "Finger fuck me and keep squeezing that boob," I said, still gasping. "And kiss me, so it looks like that's all we're doing." I lifted the only one of our arms that wouldn't be busy below the water line, and put it around his shoulder. With the other hand I started yanking him, fast, the way I'd talked, somehow thinking that if I stayed at that speed everything would be fine and not as insane as I was afraid it was. Especially saying 'finger fuck me' in public to a man I'd just met. He might have been flummoxed, but the hand he put on my crotch was steady, with two fingers smoothly sliding behind the labia and his thumb stroking the clit against its hood. That, and a firm squeeze of my breast, and me standing up, and being nude, and in water, combined for a sensation like none I'd ever had, nerves flaring wildly. A huge rush twitched much of my body and I had to replant my feet to keep a good hold on his prick. Could he even enjoy this, surrounded by water? And also, we were kissing, which gave me another rush, and I almost wished that we were doing that only, so we could concentrate on it, and then I didn't want that because his fingers found a place that started a bigger rush that kept on, and bloomed. I swirled fingers helically around his shaft, getting slight contact to his balls, exploring the semen duct and the glans, all rapidly. Between kisses he was now fast-talking at me: "Oh-god-Cyndi-you're-amazing, if-this-is-just-today-that's-great, but-I'd-love-to-see-you-agAAIIINN—" I kissed to shut him up as I firmed my grip on his spasming cock. His gunk warmed my hand many times, then washed away. Despite his bursts, he kept pleasuring me, and he abandoned my breast to get an arm around me, which was okay because both breasts compressed on his ribs, while buoyancy and his grip lifted me off the sand, and I was then into a full-on orgasm, maybe mangling his hand with my tightening thighs, but if it was on the G spot it should stay there, and I said "Kyle-yeah-that's-it, you-can-suck-at-volleyball, cause-you-made-me-cum, yeah-don't-stop-I'm-still-cumming, you-got-anything-else, you'd-rather-do-with-that-hand?" Then he kissed me deep, for the sake of kissing. And I held him close, because now the kiss was doing more for me than the orgasm. Well, almost as much. The kiss was like the other actions he had taken, calm and purposeful, despite my weird requests. I dared to think that the kiss was also tender, and passionate, and showed how he felt about me. My eyes had been closed for a while. Finally I ramped down, and opened them. I relaxed my legs, slid away from his hand, and gave him a smile. "Yes, you definitely can see me again," I said, running fingers through his wet beard, rearranging it for my amusement. "Although I'll be fully dressed." He mock-pouted. "All the time?" "We'll see. I do have more to learn about this handle of yours." Messing with his beard with one hand, I let a couple fingers of the other hand slide along what still felt like an erection. He looked away. "Oh Kyle, was this too much?" Now, now, I was paying attention to my better judgment. "Really, I've never done anything like this before, are you okay?" He smiled my way sheepishly. "Am I okay?" he said, mocking both of us from during the game. "Yeah. I'm just catching up. I'm so glad we did that." "Especially the kiss at the end," I whispered, even though nobody was within thirty feet of us. That may not have been completely true at first, but I meant it more when I was done saying it. I gazed at him in a way I never have at a man, as if he'd be what I see every day when I first open my eyes, and now I feared that things were happening too fast. I took a breath and said, "So, uh, I can see you again?" He drew himself up in mock haughtiness. "Fully dressed." I was relieved to find that fun broke the spell, or maybe delayed it a while. "That's better than waiting a whole year to see you nude again." Then I grabbed two fistfuls of beard and we kissed silly, and then finally we headed for shore, holding hands. When we were in water shallow enough for my breasts to emerge, he asked, "Can I have your number?" "Sure," I said. "Let me...oh..." And that was the problem with going nude! My phone was in the locker. We could go get our electronics, but that might spoil the spontaneous joy of what we'd done. He may have thought that also. "I think I could memorize it, if you repeat it a few times." I faced him. "Okay. You go first." He recited his number, and I learned that we had different area codes, so I'd have to master ten digits. I recited mine, and he learned the same. Back and forth we repeated. Then I said, "Now tell me mine." I arched my back and ran my hands through my hair to the back of my head, elevating my boobs, bringing the nipples straight out to say hello. I bounced them. He made it through four digits before cracking up. I mock-scowled, covered my bosom with my hands, and said, "Now concentrate," and repeated my number again. He recited it back correctly. "And now?" I asked, again presenting my mammaries. He let his jaw drop and said "Uhhhh—what?" We laughed, it was all loads of fun, but I thought, Yes, please set aside your rational brain when I come on to you! We resumed the shoreward walk, continuing to recite and firm up our memories. When we were at thigh-depth, he faced me, with sunlight on his dangling prick, and said, "What's my number?" I was expecting that. I took a step closer to him and put on bedroom eyes. Slowly, breathily, I recited one digit at a time, now and then gnawing on my lower lip. His eyes widened, and his penis twitched. "Shit!" he hissed, and quickly dropped to his knees with a splash, looking around. I knelt, leaned, kissed him, and said, "See? I am an awful person." He whispered, "Now I know what to send you." Then he recited my number. "I give you permission," I said. I stopped being awful and let him go flaccid. Then, this tumbled out: "I hate whoever wasn't honest with you." He smiled, and now, damnit, I liked the eye-crinkling. We stood and resumed our walk, again holding hands. Which I kept us doing after I saw Judy and Carla watching us. We parted company with a wave, no more kissing today. Or diddling. I was glad that the female anatomy does not have an obvious indicator that this just orgasmed, but the spring in my step might have given it away. I didn't care. I flopped down onto my towel. "Holding hands," said Judy with mock concern, "Now that's serious." "It is," said Carla, quite serious, to Judy. "He just wants free volleyball lessons," I said blithely. They both let it drop. I went in search of my hat, which the wind had carried in the direction of our base camp. The rest of the day passed with all of us in post-adventure bliss. On the trip home, Judy and Carla glanced at me a few times. Searchingly. I Mona-Lisa-smiled, and said nothing. During the ride, I sent Kyle a text, and got one from him. Nothing naughty, just confirmed memorization. Yet these few typed words from him got me tingly behind the shorts I now wore. I then realized that Kyle and I might have to deal with a health downside to such intimate contact with lake water. Despite that, I started thinking about next year. *** One year later, I was stuck at home, feeling a pang of regret. Yet, as I stood and faced the glass door, and looked out beyond the balcony, I felt thick hairs tickle the back of my neck. I grinned and reached behind me, even as a hand gently surrounded my right breast. Not quite so gently, I twiddled my fingers among a phallus and testicles. "Robe first," he said, extending a bundle of white terry cloth into my line of vision. "Until we see if the coast is clear." I donned my robe as he closed and belted his. I slid open the door, and we stepped onto the balcony. There's always a breeze this high up, but the sun was warm. We scanned the buildings nearby, also with balconies, and saw only a few people out, apparently not nude. None looked our way. I heaved a sigh. "This year, I wanted to get you to a part of the beach I've heard about, where we could do a lot more than we did in the water." He said, "We'll just have to do it here." We faced each other. We opened the robes. We brought together our lips and bodies. Fabric still covered our arms and backs, but we were nude enough.

No More Control byR3ighter© No More Control Ch. 16 Marietta was the first one to react to the car approaching. She scrambled for cover hiding between the front of the car and her house. Sonya casually got up and walked into the shadows on the side of the house barely out of sight before the headlights illuminated the yard. Once the car was past, seconds later, Sonya emerged from the shadows. Her caramel brown skin easily blended in with the darkness. Marietta's lighter complexion would have been noticed right away. "Well, I guess it's time we go inside shall we? You need to get some...clothes...ugh I hate that word now," Sonya said. "You are not nervous at all?" Marietta asked. "Not at all. I'm mindful of my surroundings, I wasn't just going to stand there in case it was a patrol car. But I'm not going to move in fear. I will be seen but if I'm calm and confident I'm sure I can take it all in stride. Choosing this lifestyle will have it's difficulties. Openly admitting that you are giving up...clothes is not something everyone does." Sonya still stuttered saying that word. Marietta took note of this. The two naked women walked inside Marietta's house. She turned and kissed Sonya on the lips again. "Even though I was scared to death this was the most fun I have had in a long time! Thanks so much!" She hugged Sonya. "I thought I was supposed to say that," naked Sonya said smiling. "Hey we forgot about our food give me your keys again," Sonya grabbed the keys and walked right out the door without even looking. Naked was her new normal. Sonya bounded back to the car. She had more pep in her step and she loved the feeling of the outside air touching all of her body. No one was around at this hour. No one noticed a thing as the naked woman crossed the yard without a care. Marietta was standing in the door way when she returned still naked. "You know it's going to take a while to get used to the new naked improved you," Marietta also had a big smile on her face. "I like the new naked me," Sonya said. "This is what I was missing in life!" The two naked women sat down on the couch and watched a movie. Sonya was the first one to cuddle up to her naked friend. Her head rested on her breast. Nonchalantly, Marietta reached over and cupped Sonya's breast. Before the movie, Sonya was already getting ready to nod off. Marietta said softly. "You have had a long day. Go to sleep. I'll join you." The two women got up and crawled in bed together. This was not the first time the two women shared a bed, but this was the first time the two were in bed together butt naked and embracing each other and giving each other a good night kiss. Sonya began to dream. Sonya was wearing clothes. Shoes, pants, panties, shirt, bra. Confused she tried to undress herself. The shirt on her body would not budge no matter how hared she tried to lift it. She same with her shoes. She tried pulling on the clothing and it felt like it was stuck to her skin. She began to hear groans and screeching. It sounded like it was coming from the clothing that she could not remove from her body. Then as the noises got louder, her clothing started to squeeze tighter. As if her clothes were grafted on her skin, she could not pull them off her body. Trapped and afraid, she began to writhe in pain. Even her shoes were beginning to squish her toes. Pain began to coarse through her body. She couldn't breathe. Unable to scream any more, she gasped. The collar on her shirt tighten around her throat. She could hear someone calling her name. She was shaking. Everything went black. The shaking continued as she heard her name. It was Marietta's voice. Marietta had awoken to Sonya talking in her sleep "Clothes, no," The sleeping naked woman said. She started to pull at her body as if to push something off. She pushed the sheets off the bed as her movements became more frantic. She started to convulse in her sleep. Now fully awake, Marietta rushed to wake up Sonya from her nightmare. Her pillow was wet with sweat. As Sonya slowly regained consciousness the convulsions ceased. Sonya opened her eyes with a gasp to see her best friend laying over her. "Are you ok Sonya!?" Marietta said half questioning and half concerned. "Yeah, I was having a terrible dream. I was trapped in my clothes and I couldn't take them off! It was horrible!" Sonya glanced over to the closet. The door was open and she could see the clothing in the shadows. Sonya bounced up and slammed the closet door. "What was that about?" Marietta asked. "The clothes Marie! I don't want to see them at all right now." Fear was still in Sonya's eyes. "Just..I need a minute, that dream was so real. I thought I was going to die. The clothes in my dream were squeezing me to death! I couldn't breathe!" "You were convulsing in your sleep Sonya," Marietta replied. "No! This felt real as if I were awake! I can't go back to wearing clothes! I would rather be arrested than wear clothes again!" Marietta now officially concerned "Do you hear yourself right now?" You would rather go to jail than wear clothes?" "Yes! I mean it! We will figure this out. Luckily you can still wear them. I can get groceries delivered! I can go outside at night!" "How are you going to go back to work without clothes?" Marietta asked. She was concerned for her friend but she was also getting horny. "I have a month to figure that out. I don't want to even THINK about putting something on my naked body!" Sonya was firm in her belief that she will remain naked. Both naked women were wide awake now. Sonya could feel the bed sheets were wet from her sweat. "I'm going to go out and get some fresh air," Sonya said. "You probably should replace the sheets if you want to go back to sleep." "Yeah. Good idea," Marietta replied. Sonya got up and left the bedroom. It just occurred to her what Sonya said. Where was she going to go? Marietta had a wooden fence in the back yard but it wasn't particularly high. Quickly, she slipped on a t-shirt and went out side. Marietta had been naked for so long, the fabric did feel foreign to her body, but it didn't feel uncomfortable like Sonya was experiencing. Marietta heard the back door close. Following quickly after, she went out in the back yard wearing just her t-shirt. She found Sonya naked outside arms outstretched. It was about 1 am in the morning, so she wasn't concerned about neighbors. However Sonya's behavior was more questionable at hand. She was mumbling something. Marietta walked closer to hear what she was saying. She heard Sonya saying, "I am naked. I want to be naked. I will live naked. I will stay naked." She repeated this over and over. After the 5th time, she lowered her arms took a deep breath and turned to her friend. "Hey there," Sonya said. "Yeah I know what I just did was very strange. I just felt like I had to do it. That nightmare really shook me and I needed to reset. I figured if I find something I can repeat all the time, I won't be scared to be naked all the time. I've chosen to become this way. I don't need to waver or back out now. I'm going to give up clothes." Marietta didn't have a response. The reality of Sonya ever returning to her previous life or her previous self was nonexistent at this point. Sonya collapsed on Friday and now has become a totally obsessed nudity addict with no sign of stopping. Marietta was absolutely turned on. She took off her shirt. Sonya started masturbating again. "Marie, I know something is wrong with me. I can't stop this. A part of me is scared but another part of me wants to keep going." She started rubbing her pussy faster. "Shhhh," Marie said putting a hand on Sonya's lips. The naked women embraced once again naked outside in the back yard. Sonya continued to jack her clit as they stood there, bouncing her hand against Marietta's pussy as well. Marietta reached down to her pussy to play too. Quietly the women locked lips masturbated and embraced each other while standing. Attempting to synchronize their orgasms, they came about the same time. After they caught their breath, Marietta said, "Don't change who you are or what you are becoming. This has been the best weekend of my life. From now on, just be the new you no matter where it takes you." Sonya felt tears grow in her eyes. She was happy. "Thank you so much Marie, she hugged her best friend and now lover." Sonya was been given permission to lose control. No More Control Ch. 17 It was still the middle of the night. Sexually satisfied, the naked women decided to go inside. Sonya wanted a little more exposure and took the long way around walking from the back yard to the front yard naked. She had been naked for over 12 hours straight and she was miles from any of her clothes. Marietta took the short route back into the house as she has now become the modest one in comparison. Satisfied with her role as guardian, Marietta opened the front door for the naked goddess to walk indoors. What Marietta didn't know was that a car had passed by while Sonya was in the front yard. The driver did not notice. Sonya even stood out in the open facing the car and nothing happened. "Let's take a shower and go back to bed," Sonya said. Marietta complied. They washed each other and moisturized their bodies and crawled back into bed. As Marietta drifted off to sleep, she wondered how Sonya was going to get home naked in the daytime. It was no longer a question if Sonya would go naked in public. It was a question as to how can she avoid detection or what to do if she is seen naked. The two ladies fell fast asleep together. Marietta awoke to an empty bed. However, she heard a noise coming from her home office. Walking in, she saw Sonya was openly masturbating looking at porn on her PC. Sonya had also opened the blinds all the way. While her computer was not visible from the window, she found the scene quite erotic. "Morrrnn.....ning!" Sonya said moaning while playing in her pussy and humping the chair. "I......had to get......myself off this........morning and I wanted to watch more.....porn. I.......hope you don't mind. I used the incognito............ mode so I wouldn't poison your history with my smut," She said while smiling in between pants and moans. Marietta noted that sweet honey scent once again. "Oh.........and I ammmmmm........ sitting on a towel. I don't want to.......... ruin your chair," Sonya added while masturbating. "Well look at you," Marietta said. "Glad to see my naked pervert is enjoying her morning. Did you open the window like this too?" "Yeah," Sonya replied "I just didn't want........to be hidden... I know no one can see in on this side of your house, but I like the idea of the opportunity. Also, I.....checked your kitchen. There isn't.......much....... to eat so I didn't....... want to do anything until you....... woke up." "I can go get something," Marietta replied. Turning to walk way she went to go get some clothes. "Wait up,...... I want to ride with you. Just give .........me a second." Naked Sonya sped up her masturbation rhythm while looking a woman wearing nothing but heels walk among a large crowd of people. The scene looked like it was somewhere in Europe but the hundreds of people looking at the naked woman was very arousing to Sonya. Watching the naked woman and onlookers on the screen, Sonya satisfied herself moaning loudly. Once her orgasm subsided, she freshened up. Grabbing a generous helping of baby oil, she coated her body until she had a subtle sheen. Sonya walked to the door. "Ready when you are!" Marietta had not dressed yet. She wanted to watch the naked goddess of a woman cum and then cover her body with oil. She could not take her eyes off of her. "Well, I would have gotten ready but I had to watch you!" Marietta teased. "It's funny how a naked woman watching porn makes you drop what you are doing," Marietta said said with a smile on your face. "I'll wait outside for you. I want to feel the sun on my body." Without hesitation, Sonya went outside butt naked into Marietta's front yard. It was early in the morning but well lit. Luckily it was a Sunday. Her neighbors probably were not out at this time. It was obvious that Sonya was getting less and less inhibited day by day. The fact that she now has no fear could possibly get her in trouble. Dressing quickly, Marietta found Sonya jacking her clit on the front porch. Scanning her surroundings, no one was out and about this morning or looking through their windows. Marietta asked as calmly as possible "Didn't you just cum a few minutes ago?" "Yeah, but outside it feels soo much better!" Sonya explained. "I started to get horny again and then my clit got hard and I just couldn't help myself. No one was around so I just decided to play with myself and cum again. I woke up this morning extremely horny and I just don't want to stop playing in my pussy. I figured since no one was around, you would be ok with it." Marietta relaxed a little bit. "Don't rub yourself raw," she teased. At least Sonya was still considerate of her surroundings. She was more worried that Sonya would rub herself raw and not stop even after that. Deciding to test her, Marietta asked "Are you sure you don't want to see a specialist?" Masturbating furiously still naked outside on the porch, Sonya said, "NO...doctors...I......want....THIS!" Her hips bucking, she slowly eased herself down on the chair letting her orgasm subside. A few drops of cum were on the porch where she stood. Her legs were spread. Her pussy still pulsating. She was licking her cum off her fingers. Looking back at Marietta she smiled. "I know I'm totally taboo and shameless. I know what I'm doing is not normal. But this is MY normal. To hell with society. I'm sooo happy with what I'm doing. Please don't try to fix me." It was obvious Sonya's resolve was set. She was not going to wear clothes and she probably will cum anywhere she can. Somehow Marietta is supposed to keep her in check without fucking her to death in the process. "Well, I'm not going to stop you if you don't want to stop," Marietta said. "Let's go get some breakfast." Marietta beeped the car open, Sonya casually walked the 10 feet from the porch to the car like she was dressed. After yesterday evening, naked car rides were going to be easy for the two women. Sonya casually looking out the window her hand resting on her pussy. Marietta was driving accepting the fact her best friend had given up clothes altogether at this point and probably will never stop touching her pussy. Slowly passing by the Sunday traffic, no one was the wiser. As they were driving to get breakfast Sonya said, "I really don't know why, but thinking about clothes really bothers me. I know you need them because there are places I can't go naked, but on a deep level, I honestly cannot stand them anymore. I used to be scared, but after I woke up this morning, I feel sorry for people that have to wear them. No offense to you I hope. You are doing me a huge favor. I couldn't live this way without you." Smiling back at Sonya, Marietta said, "I'm just amazed that this is what it took for you to be happy. I mean look at you. You are absolutely glowing over there and your body is amazing! Women use fashion to make themselves look beautiful, but you just needed to stop wearing clothes! What you are doing is incredible and I mean every word!" Sonya leaned across the car and kissed Marietta on the cheek. "You are the best! I think I can take things to the next level!" "What's the next level?" Marietta asked. "I won't tell you yet. Lets get our food first." Intrigued, Marietta pulled into the fast food restaurant and queued up to the drive-thru. This was the first Sonya did this in the daytime. A little tiny bit of anxiety set in. Her pulsating clit calmed her nerves. Marietta and Sonya placed their order and they waited. "I wonder what they are going to say," Sonya said looking across the driver's seat. "Only one way to find out," Marietta said pulling up to the window. At the first window was a young guy in his mid 20s. He did a double-take and smiled. He said "Have a nice day ladies!" Once they reached the next window, word had spread about the naked lady in the drive-thru. A small crowd of workers had quickly gathered at the next window. All smiles even the women said "wow she's hot!" Sonya smiled and waved. Marietta was turned on. Overall, it was a very positive interaction. Smiling, Sonya said. "I think I'm ready for the next step. Let's go back to my place and I'll tell you all about it. Do you mind if I play with myself in the car?" Marietta replied. "I don't mind whenever you want to play with yourself. Just tell me what you are thinking about when you finish." "Ok, I'll give you a hint Marie, it has something to do with all my clothes." With that, Sonya drifted into a masturbation bliss riding naked in the car careful to pace herself, she kept herself hot and horny the whole car ride to her apartment. She waited until the car pulled into the parking lot. Getting out with her hand in her pussy, she came right there on the spot. A few drops of womanhood hitting the pavement in her ecstasy. Once again, no one noticed the butt naked woman masturbating in public on this nice Sunday. Marietta was able to record a video. Sonya smiled for the camera and blew a kiss. After she put the phone down. Sonya walked up to Marietta and said, "I want you to get rid of all my clothes. I don't need them and I don't want to be near them." Horny and wide eyed, Marietta stared back at Sonya. She was out of control. No More Control Ch. 18 "What did you say?" Marietta asked. "I want you to get rid of all my clothes. I don't need them," Sonya said swaying her ass in front of Marietta's face as they climbed the stairs. "You need something in case of an emergency right?" "Ok I'll compromise," Sonya replied with slight annoyance. "You can keep ONE sundress at YOUR place just in case I need something." "But that means you will have nothing here in your home to cover up with," Marietta said turned on and concerned. She had not broken eye contact with Sonya's perfect ass while climbing the stairs. Sonya haf left her home nude without any clothing, got seen, masturbated in public multiple times, went to her friend's house naked, and is now returning to her apartment in broad daylight. She never got scared or ashamed. "I know, and I LOVE the idea! I've been butt naked for most of the weekend I don't want to go back! In fact, I just want to go further from everything I used to be." Sonya had started masturbating again. With one hand in her pussy, she continued to walk up the stairs. Once they reached the 4th floor, her sweet scent had filled the air. Pulling her house key out her purse, she opened the door for Marietta to walk in. Marietta asked, "Are you not going inside?" "Not yet. I want to cum out here first," Sonya said. The main walk area was outdoors and had 4 apartments on each side with the stair case in the middle. Anyone could step out at any time and see her. "It feels better to cum outside," Sonya added. Impulsively, Marietta pulled out her phone to record Sonya playing with herself outside the apartment. Marietta thought to herself she might need a dedicated camera for all of this footage. Cupping her pussy with her right hand and knees slightly bent, Sonya slightly bent her knees and closed her eyes. Her tongue stuck out licking her lips. She was moaning quite audibly. She was starting to drip more of her womanhood on the concrete. "Damn girl," Marietta said. Keeping the phone steady with her free hand, Marietta started to play in her pussy. Sonya's scent along with the visual stimulation had turned Marietta on again already multiple times today. She wanted to keep filming the naked woman. The other part of her wanted to strip naked and go outside to eat her pussy. Giving in to her urges, she decided to stop the video and strip. Now that she was fully nude, she got an idea. Grabbing her phone again, Marietta walked over to her friend who still had her eyes closed. Her hand still rubbing her pussy. Still standing naked outside of her apartment for anyone to see. Marietta started another video and started recording selfie-style. On her knees, she started licking Sonya's fingers signaling her to move so she suck Sonya's clit. Sonya looked down at her friend smiling. In between moans, she said "I'm glad...to...see you...naked...again." Sonya's hips were bucking to the rhythm of Marietta's sucking. Marietta was shooting the whole event selfie-style with her phone making sure to get footage of Sony as well as her face while she was eating Sonya's pussy. They were outside the apartment for about 8-10 minutes lost in each other's pleasure where anyone could see. Close to climax, they herd that signature noise of a door opening on the floor below them. Marietta tried to break free to move back into the apartment. Sonya had her eyes open looking down at Marietta. A very dominating, stern, sensual and feral stare was looking down at Marietta. "They are below us. Don't move. Keep going." Sonya pulled Marietta's head closer to her crotch and would not let go. "Make me cum and then we can go inside." Marietta had never expected Sonya to be dominating. It took her by surprise. Sonya was so determined to cum in a public space that she would go to this extreme to get her fix. Sonya was definitely a total exhibitionist pervert at this point. Marietta was more turned on than she ever had been before. She started playing in her pussy from the sudden aggression exerted by Sonya. "Am I becoming a submissive?" Marietta thought to herself. The footsteps got more faint as Sonya's neighbor walked down the stairs. What would they have done if that person went upstairs instead of down? Sonya began to leak more sweet goodness. Marietta got lost in the taste. Finally after being exposed out in the open for 15 minutes, Sonya had her orgasm. She slowly lowered herself on the ground, her head moving slowly between Marietta's legs. "You got me off, now it's my turn." Sonya said in her sultry tone. Sonya ate out Marietta's pussy in the doorway. Too turned on to care, Marietta let Sonya have her way. Not too long after, she came as well. Satisfied with her display, Sonya said "Let's come inside and freshen up. That was so fun! I love having sex with you outside! I can't wait to do it again!" she paused and turned around looking at Marietta "Yes Marie, we are more than friends but you are still my best friend and I can't think of anyone else to share these moments with. After all, I'm giving all my clothes for you to do with as you see fit." And with that, the naked woman strutted into the hallway heading to the bathroom. Taking care to close her closet doors and drawers if any were open, Sonya made sure to obscure her vision from clothing. Satisfied everything was hidden, she decided to take another quick shower. In the meantime, Marietta had closed and locked the door and decided to free up her phone memory transferring the videos and pictures she took recently to Sonya's computer. Marietta had never taken a nude selfie. She took time to admire her nakedness on the screen. Of course her beauty was no were near the goddess appearance of her naked friend, she still liked what she saw. Without spending too much time at the computer, she decided to hop into the shower and join her naked partner in crime. After their shower together, Marietta looked through Sonya's clothing closet. While she had a few outfits it was a modest set. Nothing in excess. Calling out to Sonya, "Are you sure about this? You don't want me to leave you anything?" Sonya had grabbed a box of trash bags from the kitchen. "I don't care what you do with them. I want them gone. I don't want any clothes in my apartment anymore. The urge to get rid of them is stronger than the urge to be naked. I just can't get it out of my head that I have to give up all my clothes. I want to see what comes next when we get rid of them. I already bagged up my dirty clothes to be thrown away. No point in washing what you are getting rid of. I'll walk them down to the dumpster myself later tonight when it's darker outside." Sonya was always frugal. She was serious if she was choosing to throw clothes away. Marietta decided to separate out some of the nicer outfits and keep them on reserve just in case. She figured she would hide them in her closet at home. Sonya's new found nudity passion might be getting out of hand. Sonya noticing the look on Marietta's face said "Look, I know exactly what I'm doing. I am choosing to be at the mercy of whatever happens to me while you are not here with no access to any clothing. I mean look at my body! The very thought makes me horny!" She turned sideways thrusting her hips forward. Her clit proudly producing from her pubic mound at full attention. "My clit is not lying. Look how horny I am now!" Sonya started masturbating again. However, she was still able to make a complete sentence over the pleasure of her touch. "I don't even care to masturbate any time now. Do you know how liberating this if for me? OMG. I feel so alive right now." Sonya had a feral wild and primal look in her eye again. Her hand started moving faster. "If this is what happens when I keep pushing the boundaries, I don't want to go back." Her hips started to buck. She turned walking out of the bedroom. She walked out onto the patio and again and stood outside on the balcony to masturbate. The urge to expose herself was getting stronger. She no longer got as turned on masturbating if she was indoors. In the distance where were people out and about but once again her show went unnoticed by the people walking about ground level. Marie's phone was not near or she would have grabbed it to record again. Softly moaning, Sonya arched her hips forward as the sun covered her caramel body. As if responding to the sun, Sonya got more aroused looking out looking at the people. If they just looked up they would see quite the spectacle. What Sonya didn't notice was her neighbor on the 5th floor above and across from her was on the balcony. He was idly playing on his phone when he heard Sonya's moans. At first thinking it might have been a couple with their window open, he was quite surprised to see an amazingly beautiful nude woman pleasuring herself as if begging to be seen. Immediately, he put his phone in his pocket and moved to get a better look at what he was seeing. Also being careful not to be noticed, he decided to stay quiet while the events unfolded in front of him. It was obvious now that she wanted to be seen but he didn't want to interrupt her if she didn't want to get caught. He could feel a tent forming in his shorts. Meanwhile, Sonya had grabbed onto her clit and started jacking off again. Very wet and very out of control her hand became a total blur once again. Arching her hips even higher once again, she orgasmed out in the open. Marietta, still naked, stood in the doorway of the patio. The male neighbor above also noticed her. Excited to see 2 naked ladies he decided to blow his cover. Clapping his hands he said "Awesome!" Marietta jumped back inside. Sonya turned to him with a big smile on her face and said "Thank you so much!". She turned and casually walked back inside. The few people outside were still oblivious and may remain so unless Sonya did something more extreme. Sonya looked back at Marietta with a smile on her face. "Marie! He saw me and he liked what he saw! A man saw me naked and I made him smile!" She ran and hugged her naked friend. Marietta was quite nervous getting seen like that. Sonya seemed to revel in the exposure. "Let's hurry up and pack up all my.. clothes," Sonya still stuttered saying the word. I'll feel once I free up my closet space. Thinking quickly. Marietta decided to fold and stuff her clothes in her purse for fear Sonya would take those away too forcing her to go home in the nude. She was turned on by the idea but she was not ready to take the next step that Sonya has now jumped feet first into. True to Sonya's word, the dirty clothes that needed to be washed were soon bagged and ready to be discarded like trash. The two naked women made quick work of her undergarments and clean clothes in the closet. Sonya produced rubber gloves and took care to make sure the fabric did not touch her naked body. Clothing to her was the same as a hot pan or dirty diapers to a normal person. Marietta continued to test her resolve. "You will have absolutely nothing to wear but a towel if that," Marietta said. "You are right!" Sonya replied. "I don't need the bigger towels, please bag those up too. All I really need are my wash cloths and the smaller hand towels. I don't need anything that can cover me completely for any reason." "What if there is an emergency or a fire?" Marietta asked. "I'll deal with whatever happens while I'm naked." "What about land lords or maintenance?" "What about them? They will have to deal with it. I pay rent and I'm sure a man would not mind seeing all of me." Sonya gestured at her now permanently nude body. She was absolutely glowing. She looked and acted nothing like her old self. Her pussy lips were swelling and her clit was rising once again. "What if I go on vacation or go out of town?" "I guess I'm coming with you, or I'll just make sure to stock up on food and sneak out in the nude if I need something." "What are you going to do when you have to go back to work? Surely you can't go back to work in the nude." Marietta was confident that she had finally talked a little sense into Sonya. Sony replied, "I'll try and see what happens! The look on their faces will be incredible! It's a call center. Marie, I talk to customers on the phone, but the customers will never see what I'm wearing." "What if you get fired?" Marietta replied. "I'm not going to wear clothes again, Marie. I'll deal with whatever happens. It's better than who I used to be." Sonya walked over to Marietta and hugged her. "I know you want what is best for me, but nudity is what is best for me. All sides, aspects, consequences... I want this. Good bad and ugly, I will be naked. I don't care if I make the news or spread across the internet. I want to go down in history as who I am and not someone I'm not." Marietta got a smirk on her face. "So you want me to upload your nudes to the internet not hiding your face? You want random strangers to look at you, masturbate to you, spread your pictures all around the internet and lose control of them forever? Do you want your mom to find out? For your job to find out? For random people to look at you and recognize you? Would that not be humiliating?" Marietta had forgotten who she was talking to. Sonya slowly started moving her hand to her clit. Her nipples had hardened, her pussy had started to get wet. Sonya just started masturbating. Testing Sonya, Marietta continued her questioning. "Do you want the internet to know your full name, face, age, and city you live in? Do you want to make local news? Do you want to get the police called on you? What if you get evicted? What if you get fired? Are you just going to live naked on the streets? How far do you want to go with your nakedness? Is that all you are now? Just naked flesh to be seen by all in your glory?" Hearing Marietta's words, Sonya continued to play in her pussy. No longer able to stand, she lowered herself slowly onto the floor. She imagined everything happening to her that Marietta said. She imagined thousands of strangers seeing her naked. She imagined going to work naked and what her co-workers would say. What her boss would say. She fantasized about trying to post her nudes on 'facebag' and reading the comments before she got banned. She thought about her 'reddot' account. All eyes on her naked body. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth. Every time Marietta said "naked" Sonya bucked her hips. Marietta took notice of this. Sonya was humping her hand so forcefully her hips thumped on the floor. Her pussy was gushing an extreme amount of sweet smelling womanhood on the floor. Sonya began to froth at the mouth, she began to convulse like she did before in her previous orgasm where she passed out. Marietta instantly stopped her teasing after seeing her start to seize. Sonya was either having the most intense orgasm of her life or a seizure. Unable to decide the next course of action, Marietta ran and called 911. No More Control Ch. 19 Sonya was rushed to the hospital. She was still lightly seizing when the medics arrived. Oddly her hand was locked on her pussy the whole time. Her eyes has rolled into the back of her head. She was drooling a little bit. Marietta quickly dressed anticipating the arrival of the medical staff carefully orchestrating her story, she stated she found her like that collapsed on the floor. She decided to place the wet towel form the bathroom next to Sonya to further drive the narrative that she was walking out of the shower and then seized. Sonya stabilized while riding to the hospital. While she was still unconscious, the worst was over. Doctors performed tests and once again the results were negative. Even though the seizure was very concerning, her medical vitals had returned to normal quite rapidly. The only odd thing noticed by a few keen eyed staff was Sonya's hand always on her crotch even though she was unconscious. Marietta noticed a wet spot forming in between Sonya's legs. Somehow during all the commotion, Sonya had eventually been dressed into a hospital gown only then did her hand finally rest by her side instead of between her legs. Marietta knew that Sonya would not like this when she came to. For now she was sleeping peacefully. A few nurses commented on her "perfume" unaware of the source of the scent. One nurse in particular noted the wet spot and Sonya's nipples and odd movements under the sheets. I guess her hand had moved back to her pussy after all. Remaining professional, she smiled at Marietta and walked away. Medically, Sonya was fine. Marietta was certain that whatever was occurring had to be purely psychological. She did vow never to push Sonya that far ever again since her fetish perversion and source of sexual pleasure is deeply rooted in exposure. About another hour had passed and Sonya slowly gained consciousness. The very uncomfortable sensation of hot sand paper rippled across her skin like pins and needles and hot pokers. She was wearing clothes. Slowly opening her eyes, she realized she was in the hospital. Sonya remembered having an intense orgasm and she was rewarded with a trip to the hospital and clothing on her body. Looking around the room, she saw Marietta. Confused she asked, "Why am I here? I was cumming? Was it really that bad? How long was I out?" Marietta relieved to see Sonya awake said, "You had a seizure and passed out...again. This time I was there. What was I supposed to do? Leave you on the floor? You may have done this while I was gone, but you totally scared me." Realizing the reality of the situation, Sonya began to understand. Also realizing her clothing situation, Sonya felt perfectly fine so she decided to get out of bed and strip. She decided to show more self control around Marietta so she would not get another trip to the hospital like this for a while. However, Sonya was fine on her own when she passed out from cumming in front of her mirror. Her thoughts were interrupted by Marietta. Marietta watching her strip replied, "So this is how it's going to be? Just pure nakedness?" Surprised by her tone, Sonya said, "Was I not clear? I don't care what happens from now on, I'm not wearing clothes. I can only imagine how much this bill will be going to the hospital twice in a week! I got too excited and I had an orgasm and passed out. I just got into it too much. I loved everything you were telling me and I got lost in my thoughts. I've become addicted to this feeling. I don't care to be seen. I want to get worse than I am now. I don't want to stop masturbating." Sonya had in fact started touching herself again. Interrupting again Marietta replied, "People don't flat out pass out masturbating Sonya. Something is wrong." Marietta was scared for her friend. "What happens if you don't wake up?" "Then I'll die happy Marie. If this is my reality when I get too turned on, I need to control myself better as not to alarm you but I may pass out again if I get too excited. Just...don't call 911 again ok?" Sonya had opened the windows and blinds all the way and was looking out the window. Her brown skin in complete view for anyone to see. She was on the 2nd floor. All the people had to do was look up. There were quite a few folks outside the window going about their day. Marietta was at a loss for words. Logic and reason would not work. In fact Marietta felt that getting Sonya to put on clothes for any reason would end in an argument. Her biggest fear is the naked woman would shut her out only to hear of Sonya's arrest a few days later. Taking a different approach, Marietta decided to ask a question. "So there is no stopping you from doing what I think you are about to do is there?" Sonya shook her head. Even though she was concerned for her friend, she smiled a little bit. Something deep inside Marietta wanted this to continue. "I feel perfectly fine. I just got a little excited and over did it. What I didn't know was that my first true naked in public experience would be in a hospital. I'm actually nervous about it." The naked goddess turned and faced Marietta. She stood with her feet slightly apart, her pussy was very swollen, wet, and glistening. Her clit was standing at attention. This was probably how her clit will be in the foreseeable future. Her breathing was a little shallow from anticipating what she was about to do. Her breasts were rising and falling to the rhythm of her breath. Her nipples were rock hard. Her almond eyes stared intently in Marietta's eyes seeing approval. The women knew what was going to happen next. "I can't stop you no matter how much I am worried for you right now," Marietta said. "Can you compromise for me and can we take the stairs to so we have a chance to make it out of here without getting stopped?" Sonya never breaking eye contact with her friend started to smile a big smile. The naked woman bounded over to Marietta and gave her a big hug squeezing tightly. Even though her bare skin scorched in protest touching clothes, the love she had for Marietta outweighed the discomfort. She kissed Marietta, tears forming in her eyes. It was her turn to be emotional. Marietta embraced Sonya and patted her on the back. "Well," Marietta said, "Let's sneak out of here before someone checks on us. This is totally crazy but I know you want to do this." "I agree," Sonya replied. "Let's go." Seconds later, the fearless naked goddess opened the door. Without looking, she was naked in the hallway padding along at a leisurely pace. They were on the 2nd floor but also on a quiet side of the hospital. It was late afternoon. The naked woman looked left and right to gain her bearings. She found the sign for the stairwell and proceeded to that direction. "We probably shouldn't go out the main lobby," Sonya said. Her breasts were bouncing in rhythm to her steps. She over accentuated her walking to sway her hips. She could feel the breeze on her clit thanks to how wet her glistening pussy was. Marietta kept looking all around for anyone to see her. Sonya remained undetected so far. She started to enjoy the view when they got to the stairwell. "Let's go out a different way and see if we can make it out." The hospital was built on a hill. There were two possible entry points for non emergency patients. The main lobby was on the first floor and there was a 2nd exit that led to the parking garage one level below. The beauty of the 2nd exit was it fed directly into the parking lot area. While it may be a longer walk, they would be out of the building without going through the main lobby. "Can you do me a favor and try to hide if we see anyone?" Marietta asked. Sonya had a smirk on her face. "I can use the cars as cover once we get to the parking lot. I don't want to get caught and stopped so soon. I'm just starting to have fun!" Sonya playfully slapped her ass making a loud smack that echoed on the stairwell. The women could hear voices all round them, but surprisingly, no caught them in the stairwell. However arriving to the parking lot was a different story. Without hesitation, Sonya opened the door and stepped out in the nude. Her casual pace, confidence, and darker complexion seemed to give her a little bit of immunity from detection in the dim garage. People were all around but have yet to notice the presence of this beautiful naked woman. Marietta counted at least 10 people who were totally oblivious to the naked woman's existence. Sonya might actually get away with this. However, they were still a short distance from the car. Also the darkness of the interior of the parking garage afforded some value of stealth. What Marietta could not account for was anyone sitting in their car waiting for someone. However Sonya's nudity had once again slipped from concern to a turn-on for Marietta. Feeling emboldened, Sony began to play in her pussy while walking. It wasn't enough for her to be naked, she had to be masturbating too to get the same rush she had when that guy saw her on her balcony. Sonya was now craving more and more exposure to get the desired effect. In fact she didn't want to stop playing in her pussy even though she had cum so much today already. Marietta pulled out her phone when Sonya started her show. Eventually she did get seen. An older woman saw her from a distance. She had a scowl on her face but did not say a word. Sonya looked at the old woman making eye contact. She smiled and waved with her free hand. Her other hand was still swirling in her juices and the noise from her pussy had become quite audible as she got wet. The old woman looked away in a huff. Sonya could feel the rush. Marietta panties were soaked. Sonya could see the car when a sedan pulled up into the garage. Obeying Marietta's request Sonya slid in between two cars and crouched low to avoid detection. It was a younger man in his 30s driving a shiny BMW. "He would have enjoyed the show though Sonya." She continued to rub her pussy. She might have to cum before getting in Marietta's car. She didn't want to ruin the seats with her cum. The area Sonya was in was not open enough for her. It was too private to cum where she stood. Mind you, her only clothing was 2 floors up and that didn't even cover her ass because it was a gown. Satisfied the coast was clear, Sonya padded naked the last few yards to the car. She walked in the middle of the parking garage and her hand still playing in her pussy. Her other hand had wandered up to her tits playing with her nipple. Her hips began to buck as she walked. She was showing signs she was getting ready to cum. Suddenly unable to continue walking out of pleasure, she stopped everything she was doing and started to fap furiously while naked public in the middle of the parking lot. Marietta had wondered around to the front of Sonya to get a 360 view of her public masturbation addicted body. Marietta had her phone out recording. Sonya crouched slightly to provide better access, her pussy dripping. She came with a satisfying cum. A small puddle had formed on the ground between her legs. Marietta got all the footage she needed. Sexually satisfied, Sonya smiled, regained her composure and walked naked to Marietta's car. To her surprise, her nipples stiffened again and her clit rose once again and it was throbbing. Her nipples felt... bigger. Even though she had just cum in public, she had the uncontrollable urge to masturbate again. The naked woman sat in Marietta's car. Her clit visually throbbing begging for attention. "Uh..Marie...look"..Marie was amazed to see Sonya's clit has swollen to a size she had never seen before. Her pussy lips were engorged as if they were pumped. Sonya looked like she was so horny it hurt... unable to resist, her hand once again wandered to her pussy... "I...can't...stop..." Sonya said.. "It feels..soo... GOOD!".. her right wrist was spent..however..her left hand had taken over and was now swishing in her juices jacking her clit... "I need to cum...again!"... Marietta knew taking her to a doctor was out of the question. Marietta said "Let's get you home so you can take care of yourself in a more comfortable place." Sonya was messing with the seat controls to find a more comfortable position. Her hips bucking uncontrollably. "Yeah.. I don't want to stop playing in my pussy!..but...I don't want to be in my home with clothes...we...I need them... gonee.." Sonya began to squirt in Marietta's car...Sonya let out a guttural moan of pleasure. The sweet smell of her cum filled the car.. Finally her clit and nipples began to soften..Sonya closed her eyes satisfied with her latest act of shameless public nudity and masturbation. She wanted to keep her eyes open to watch traffic but the last orgasm was so satisfying she decided to nap. Sonya has lost control. Marietta saw a we spot had formed on her crotch through her jeans. No More Control Ch. 20 The drive home was about 30 minutes. Sonya had fallen asleep on the ride home. Marietta noticed that her clit and pussy had returned to normal. She never saw anyone's body react to that level of arousal. Another thought occurred to her as well. She was getting used to seeing Sonya naked all the time like this. She finally had a chance to think about the situation. As much as Marietta hated to admit it, old Sonya was indeed a dull person who did not get much out of life but a few laughs here and there with her best friend. Marietta did have to make a lot of sacrifices to be there for old Sonya. New Sonya was spontaneous, exciting, bold, always naked, but most importantly a total blast to be around. She's probably going to loose her job because they will not let her work naked. She bold enough to try something like that now. Sonya may have to move in with her. But then Marietta can keep a closer eye on her to make sure she doesn't do something too reckless. However, she figured she and Sonya probably needs to set aside bail money in case she does get out of control more than she is now. Marietta pulled up to Sonya's apartment. Sonya was still fast asleep. She opened the windows for fresh air. She backed the car up tail first and went into Sonya's apartment to gather up all her clothes. Starting with the dirty clothes first, she figured she would pay a laundromat to wash them and then ask if they can donate to someone. The other clothes she also couldn't bare to throw away instead she will drop them off a clothing bank. Upon request, she was able to save 2 skirts for safe keeping at her apartment when the inevitable happens. The commotion outside the car eventual woke up Sonya. She was so excited to see all her clothing leaving her possession. The very fact she was no longer able to get dressed for any reason made her very happy and aroused. Once awake, she played with her nipples in the car and waited for Marietta to come back. When she was close enough, she ran up to Marietta and kissed her on the cheek bouncing and giggling butt naked outside in broad daylight. This woman had no more shame. Marietta smiled. "Since you are now awake, go make yourself useful and help me load up the car. I think there 2 or 3 bags left." "Ok," Sonya replied. She bounded up the stairs with her hand in her pussy. She liked the feeling of walking and masturbating. She was smiling the whole way. Once inside her apartment, she went back to freshen up, check her hair and put a lot of baby oil on her body. She wanted to look her best while naked in public. She grabbed the last two bags looking at them like 20 day old trash. She almost could smell rot in her mind. Finally it happened. After she had grabbed her keys and locked the door, she heard that familiar click of a door opening. One of the neighbors on her floor was steeping out of their apartment. Sonya had dropped the bags to lock the door. The neighbor looked her way. Sonya was moving about her business as if everything was totally normal. It was a woman a little younger than Sonya in her mid twenties. The younger woman gasped. The neighbor said "Omigawd!? You ok?" The new neighbor noticed how fit the woman was and how every part of her body conveyed excellence. Sonya turned to her facing her completely feet apart smiling. She put her hands on her hips. "Why yes neighbor," She said. "I feel better than ever! I hope I didn't startle you too much." "Well," the neighbor replied, "You are just...well, out there showing everything. Are you not scared?" "Not at all. In fact I'm glad someone is finally seeing me." "You mean you have done this before?" Sonya grinned. "I just started but I have not put on any clothes since Saturday. I decided not to wear any clothes. In fact these bags are the last of my clothing I own." The new neighbor's jaw dropped...What Sonya didn't know is the the new neighbor could smell a sweet scent in the air and she felt uncontrollably horny looking at this beautiful naked woman. Parts of her wanted to be brave like Sonya. The neighbor's rational brain spoke. "Is someone making your do this?" "I'm making myself do this." There was a short silence, the neighbor was trying to process the reality of not having clothes and going naked everywhere, to break the silence, Sonya decided to explain. "What I'm doing is very crazy. I know that. But I also just decided to live my life and the path of my current experiences has led me to this point. I don't plan on stopping. I want to see what I can get away with. I used to repress myself severely and I decided to change in the most dramatic way possible. In fact, we may have seen each other in passing once or twice but I was very forgettable and dull before. My best friend has been a great support in my life and without her, I would not have made it this far to where I am right now." Sonya got unbelievably horny right in the moment and fought the urge to masturbate. She could feel her nipples and pussy swell. She knew her clit was standing straight out. "Well, I think what you are doing is Amazing! My name is Samantha, but you can call me Sam." She walked close to the naked woman with her hand outstretched. In actuality, Sam wanted a closer look at the naked goddess. She had noticed her nipples getting hard and she did not miss Sonya's large protruding clit that slowly started standing in attention. She had heard about such blessed anatomy, but she had never seen one so big or one attached to an amazing toned body worthy of timeless sculpture. She was looking forward to seeing her naked neighbor and possibly getting to know her better. Sonya also walked forward and shook Sam's hand in kind with a warm smile. It was nice to make new friends and she was excited to make a few friend as her naked self. Meanwhile, Marietta did take note of the fact that Sonya had not returned. She heard voices and laughing above her so she figured she would make her away up to the stairs. Taking care to make as little noise as possible, she recognized Sonya's voice. It was quite obvious she was talking to someone. She had heard most of the conversation on the 3rd floor landing. Pleased to know that it was a positive reaction, she chose to listen and watch the events unfold. Once the chat had reached a good stopping point, Marietta decided to act normal and climb the last flight of stairs. Sam turned to see this new woman and said "Hi!" Marietta replied, "I see you met Sonya. Isn't she great?" "You two know each other?" Sam asked. Sonya bounced over to Marietta and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. Marietta blushed. "This woman makes it possible for me to live my life without clothes. She probably came to check up on me when I didn't return after getting my last bags of...clothes." Sonya hates saying that word now. "So she's really doing this on her own accord?" Sam asked. Marietta replied "Yep and for some reason, I'm enabling her instead of talking sense into her. She's hot isn't she?" "Omg YES!" Sam said with excitement. She blushed at her outburst. "It's ok," Marietta said. "She had that affect on me too when I saw her naked for the first time." "Let's exchange numbers," Sam said. I don't want to miss out the next time you are free. Besides, I'm sure Marietta wouldn't mind having someone else look out for you since you don't wear clothes. I really want to see if that's really the case when you are free again. This is so cool!" Sonya's phone was still in Marietta's car in her purse. Marietta took the pleasure of giving Sonya's phone number to Sam. The three women walked down the stairs. Sonya led the way while Marietta and Sam watched. They were openly talking about her as she shamelessly paraded down the stairs into the sun on the ground floor. Sonya stretched her arms upwards, stood on her toes, and did a twirl to show her whole body to anyone that would look her way. It was then that Marietta noticed how black Sonya's feet were. Knowing that could not be good for the long run of this experiment she said, "Hey naked girl. Have you seen you feet lately? You sure you want to get rid of ALL your clothes? What if you step on glass or something?" Sonya stopped and lifted her foot. It was indeed as black as tar on the bottom. She had not stopped to really take notice form all the excitement today. Looking down, she began to think. While she loved the total freedom from all clothing, she couldn't go nude 24/7 and potentially wreck her feet. The thought of clothing touching her body was a very uncomfortable feeling, but the thought of getting her feet infected and somehow going to the doctor naked won the argument. There is no way she could go to the doctor naked. She was certain they would make her wear something. "Ok. I'll compromise a little bit but only on condition." Amazed, Marietta replied, "What's the one condition?" "My brown leather flip flops only. I think there are 2 pairs. I leave one pair in your car and I leave the other in my car. I told you I don't want any clothing in my home. That includes shoes, but I'll leave just one pair of shoes in my car for longer trips when I need to go places where my feet will get dirty." Sonya was still standing butt naked in the parking lot in full view. No cars or people had walked by as of yet, but she could easily be spotted if someone looked up from their phone to pay attention. There were a few people walking in the distance and totally missed the naked woman standing in the parking lot. In fact, Sonya and Marietta were so comfortable with the current situation that Sam finally broke the ice. "Wow so this really is happening. I mean, yeah I thought you two were playing along, but the more I watch Sonya and the more I hear your conversation this is... wow. Really.. happening for real! I know we just met and barely know each other, but I really want to see what you can get away with one day! I'll be in touch. I'm late for my appointment but this was so worth it!" Quickly Sam ran up to Marietta and hugged her goodbye. She carefully patted Sonya on the back taking care to make sure clothes did not touch her body. "I really appreciate that!" Sonya replied with a smile. Marietta was so proud that Sonya was making friends even if she was butt naked and had a fainting problem and a clothing problem and a masturbating problem. In fact Sonya's clit was pulsating something fierce. Marietta could see it moving. Her nipples looked so hard they literally could cut stone. The two women watched Sam get into her car and drive away. As soon as she was out of sight, Marietta could hear smacking sounds. Sonya was so horny that she was beyond playing in her pussy and actually lightly patting it. Her swollen lips giggled as thick gobs of cum had formed on the outside of her lips. Her pussy glistening in the sun. Satisfied with her heavy petting she reached and grabbed on her wet clit, thrust her hips forward and started to buck her hips from pleasure. She leaned up against Marietta's car to balance herself. Marietta was recording. "I'm surprised you could hold it in that long," Marietta said on camera. "It was so hard....not..to.. touch myself! I can't believe how horny I am! I could feel my clit pulsating. I wish you got a video of that too!.." Sonya started to gasp she could no longer speak. She had to cum. Nothing else mattered. She had been standing fully nude for 5 minutes in the parking lot out in open. No one else noticed her that she knew of. Now she once again was blatantly masturbating in public reliving the past few minutes of her exposure. Once again she was making a video on camera for Marietta. She fantasized about someone hacking her computer and stealing her videos to post all over the internet. Sonya's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth was wide open in an "o" shape. Her whole body shook as she had another orgasm. The warm metal of the car had tingled the back of her ass and as she slowly lowered herself down on the warm pavement, her back also got the same warm sensation. That combined with the sun and her exposure put her in ecstasy. Her crotch was a wet womanly mess. Her chest heaved from exertion and she sighed a big relief. Looking into the camera she said "I love this. My name is Sonya and I don't do clothes."

Naked Night by RWS Chapter Thirty One Rebecca’s jaw dropped at the announcement of what she was expected to do. She was so close to home. She’d thought that her nightmare evening of having her naked, bound body exposed to strangers was over. She’d counted on soon being dropped off at the door to her parents’ house. Instead, she and Jules were being asked to streak a party, to expose themselves for the entertainment of that many more people, and, from the number of cars lining the street, there had to be over fifty revelers inside, maybe even a hundred or more. “No!” Rebecca said. “No more! I won’t do it!” Tina’s expression was smug. “Okay, but …” “But what?” Jules asked. “What are you going to do if we don’t do what you want?” “Well, for starters I’ll show everyone this …” Tina pointed her phone toward the two naked girls, and a shutter clicked. She glanced at her screen before flipping it to face the backseat. “Nice.” There, in full living color, was a shot of both girls. Their faces and boobs topped with hard nipples were in full view. Each had their legs clenched tight, so their most intimate areas weren’t on display. The photo made the fact that both wore not a stitch completely obvious, though. “Granted, if you streak the party, many, many more pictures will be taken and posted all over the place, but, like the videos from The Big Burger Bun, your identities will at least be concealed. With this …” Tina shrugged. Rebecca grimaced. God! Apparently everyone in town had seen what she’d done at the fast food restaurant. If anyone linked her to that incident, she’d literally die from shame. “Besides,” Tina said, “if you don’t do what I want, I’ll start shouting ‘Naked girls! Naked girls!’ as soon as you get out of the car. Most everyone will see you anyway, you’ll just not have the ski masks.” Rebecca so didn’t want to display herself for anyone else, but she didn’t have a choice. Better for a hundred people to see her and not know who she was than for a naked picture that showed her face to be distributed, especially since that would be all anyone needed to figure out it had been her playing with herself in front of the crowd at The Big Burger Bun. She looked at Jules. They nodded at each other, albeit reluctantly. “Fine,” Jules said. “We’ll do what you want.” “Awesome! I was so hoping you’d see things my way.” Tina got out of the car and opened doors for Jules and Rebecca to do the same. Even after being outside so much in her present state for so many hours, it was still really weird for her to step out into the open with nothing covering her. She felt so exposed and vulnerable as the night air caressed parts of her that should be concealed by multiple layers of cloth. A familiar tingling down there hit her. Holding the duffle, Tina escorted them both to the sidewalk and placed the masks over their heads. In that, at least, she’d held up her end of the deal. Their identities were as protected as they possibly could be. Rebecca and Jules followed mutely behind Tina up to the house. Luckily, no one else was outside to see them. When they got to the door, Tina shouted over the booming music, “I’m just going to go inside for a couple of minutes to get everything set up. Hang tight until I get back.” With that, she disappeared through the door, leaving Jules and Rebecca to just stare at each other. The only thing slightly positive about the situation was that it was neither too hot nor too cold. Well, her face was a little warm, sweating under the thick, black fabric of the mask, but that was okay. Better to be a little uncomfortable than to have people be able to see her face. Nothing about standing completely naked on a doorstep outside a packed house in the middle of one’s own residential neighborhood was exactly a comfortable experience, though. Between how thoroughly embarrassed and defenseless Rebecca felt and the butterflies fluttering around her stomach in anxious anticipation of what she was about to have to do, she wanted to throw up. She also wanted so, so badly to orgasm. How many times tonight had she been close? In the restaurant. In the bathroom of the DWT. Standing in front of Steven with the vibe stuck up her … you know what. With Jules between her legs licking both back in the drainage ditch and outside Mrs. Crenshaw’s house. Too many times. Five, by her count. And her need wasn’t just because she’d come so close so many times, either. Something about her situation turned her on so damn much! She never would have thought her body would have such a reaction to being embarrassed and bared, but it absolutely did. She took a deep breath. Once she finally made it to a safe place, she was going to spend a lot of time exploring herself and fantasizing about everything that had happened. It was going to be fantastic. Fantastic and explosive. She focused on that her happy, happy plans, hoping that something so pleasant to look forward to would get her through the ordeal she was about to be forced to endure. The door opened, and Rebecca tensed. It was just Tina, though, who stepped out and pulled the door closed behind her. Being exposed to even more strangers was to be put on hold for a few seconds longer. “Okay,” Tina said. “We’re all set. Once you make it all the way to the back door, I’ll escort you to my car and take you home.” She opened the door wide. Chapter Thirty Two Rebecca’s heart beat like a trip hammer. As hard as it was to believe, this was really about to happen. She was really about to streak through a house filled with people. So many more strangers were about to see her naked, her bits flopping all about as she ran with her hands bound helplessly behind her so that she wasn’t able to do anything at all to cover herself. Tina led the way, and Jules followed, clearly nervous. Even the pretty blonde, who’d been relatively calm about everything that had happened so far, looked terrified at what they were about to do. Then, it was Rebecca’s turn to go inside. Feeling like a coward compared to her friend, she stuck as close as possible to the other naked girl’s ass as she could in order to block views of her own body. She gasped as she entered the door. Though she’d expected a crowd, she hadn’t realized how many people were going to be seeing her. Partygoers lined the entry two deep, creating a corridor that led deeper into the house. So many people, so many eyes, so many lenses from camera phones, and they were taking in all of her. Nothing save her face was hidden from their sight, and it was all jiggling about as she ran. The experience almost overwhelmed her. She wanted to collapse on the floor and just cry. But that would just prolong her exposure, make her intense humiliation last that much longer. This night had been one mortifying experience after another. She just wanted it to be over. And it soon would be. All she had to do was run through the house. Once she reached the back door – and, really, how long could that take? – she’d soon after be in Tina’s car on the way home. Rebecca just had to endure a few brief minutes of degradation and shame first. She could do that. Just a few minutes. A brief run and it would all be over. Jules passed from the entry into another room. Rebecca followed, expecting her friend to keep moving forward. Instead, Jules stumbled to a halt, forcing Rebecca to as well. At first, she was confused. Then, she looked around. The way out of the room was completely blocked by a large group standing in front of the exit. Behind them, all the people from the foyer had crowded in behind the naked girls. Every person at the party was in that large living room, and every single one of them held up a phone, taking pictures and videos. They looked like they were expecting something, expecting to be entertained. But what … A long, narrow coffee table stood in the middle of a rug. Two weird shaped rubber items, one blue and one purple, were stuck via suction cups to the top of the wood surface. They looked like … like … penises. Oh God! That was what they were supposed to resemble. The items were dildos. Rebecca’s heart pounded even harder. Surely, she wasn’t expected to … to … God! “We were only supposed to streak,” Jules said angrily. “I implied that, but I never actually promised that was all you had to do.” Tina’s voice and face were again quite smug. “Look, all you have to do is put on a quick show – and given how horny you both are from what I can see and smell, it should be very quick – and I’ll take you wherever you want to go immediately after. I swear.” The only thing worse than being naked in front of a large group of strangers was having that large group know how turned on that exposure made you. No, that wasn’t quite right. Having people comment on how turned on the exposure made you was even worse than that. Rebecca well and truly wanted to die. She was, however, resigned to her fate. She just wanted to get it over with. Jules apparently felt the same because she didn’t put up any struggle, just headed over to the table. Once there, she straddled it and sank down on the first dildo – the blue one – letting it penetrate her pussy to its base. She quite obviously didn’t need any additional lubrication than what was provided by her body. Rebecca so didn’t want to do that with so many people watching, with so many cameras watching. Like every other thing she’d been forced to do this long, horrible, miserable night, though, she had no choice. She made her way to the table and eyed it critically. Her legs weren’t nearly as long as her statuesque friend’s. Neither was she nearly as athletic. Straddling the wood with her hands bound wasn’t going to be easy. The last thing she wanted was to suffer the further indignity of falling. She glanced about. A guy who was watching nearby met her eyes. “Need help?” he asked. Unwilling and unable to speak, she nodded. He put his arm around her, allowing her to lean into him as she picked up one leg and moved it to the other side of the table. In the process, she flashed pretty much everyone an absolutely unobstructed view of her most private places, revealing two of her holes in full detail to their hungry cameras. God! If anyone ever found out her identity, she would never live this down. She lowered herself onto the table. The dildo collapsed beneath her. She hadn’t lined it up perfectly with the entrance to her pussy. She raised up and tried again. Another failure. And another. She wanted to cry. As Jules used her knees to propel the stationary dildo in and out of her hot, wet pussy, Rebecca couldn’t even get hers to go in. She was frustrated and embarrassed and so horny that she was actually jealous. “I could … uh … help,” the guy said. “But I’d have to … touch. If that’s okay?” Rebecca nodded again, this time much more vigorously. She just wanted to get on with this. Her body craved release. As mortifying as the experience was going to be, at least she’d finally, finally, finally get off. As she lowered herself toward the table, the guy guided the dildo with one hand while using his fingers to spread her with the other. He was the first person other than herself to touch her there, and she didn’t even know his name. It worked, though. The dildo slid right in, the large device filling her tight space fully, and it felt … good! Really good! Awesome. Incredible. Fantastic. The English language lacked enough superlatives to fully describe how it felt as she slowly rose and lowered herself over the table, allowing it to slide in and out of her. Somehow, she lost herself to the sensations, forgetting all about the people and the cameras watching her. The promise of the waves of pleasure that were soon to wrack her body was her only concern, that she was finally going to orgasm. She’d scream and yell and shudder and convulse, humiliating her beyond all belief, but the intense sensations her body yearned for were sure to be worth it. In and out, the dildo plunged, making slurping sounds as her juices coated it. The noise didn’t matter. The embarrassment didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she finally got off. She wanted so badly to cum. So badly. Nothing was going to stop her this time. A hand grabbed her arm firmly and pulled. What? Tina. She was pulling Rebecca, trying to get her to stop plunging her pussy down on the dildo. What? Why? “The cops!” Tina screamed. “One of the neighbors called the police! We’ve got to get out of here!” Chapter Thirty Three Rebecca stumbled along behind Jules as Tina led them both through the house toward the back. “We’ve got to get out of here!” she yelled. “Hurry!” Rebecca’s thoughts came through a haze. It was hard to figure out what was going on, only that she’d been so close to cumming and that she’d been prevented from doing so. Again. If her hands hadn’t been bound, she would have collapsed to the floor and started going at herself right then and there. But they were bound and so she couldn’t. Wait, though. The dildo. She didn’t need her hands for that, and it was still stuck to the table. Though she hadn’t resisted as much as she should have when she’d been pulled away, there was no reason not to rectify that mistake now. All she had to do was go back to the living room and sink down upon that wonderful device once again and she’d soon achieve what her body so badly needed. Nothing else mattered to her. She’d have her orgasm. She turned around, heading the opposite direction from her equally naked friend. “Rebecca!” Jules yelled. “What are you doing? Come on! We have to get away.” “No. Not this time. I was so, so close.” “We’ve got to go.” Tears streaked down Rebecca’s face. “I can’t. I need it. I really need it. I can’t take it any longer.” “Yes, you can. I believe in you. Besides, aren’t we like really close to your house? A few more blocks, and we’ll be there. Then, we’ll get these stupid zip ties off and you can have all the orgasms you want. Hell, if you’ll come with me now, I even promise to help you cum later.” As good as her fingers typically felt, Jules’ tongue had felt even better. A lot better. Rebecca looked around. Besides several people who were literally passed out, probably drunk off their asses, the three of them were just about the only people left in the house. The only thing that could clear out a party in full swing that quickly was the arrival of the police, meaning Tina likely wasn’t just pulling a prank. The cops really were there. Rebecca really was, again, close to being arrested. The reality of the situation started to clear her dazed mind. Risking incarceration just so she could get off now really was stupid. She weighed the admittedly major desire to orgasm versus her need to reach permanent safety and Jules’ offer. Unfortunately, delayed gratification came out on top. It was a close thing, though. “You promise?” Rebecca asked. “I’d pinky swear if I could.” “Okay. Fine. Let’s go.” Her body nearly collapsed into a heap upon learning that it would not be immediately getting that which it craved, but she somehow managed to make her feet trudge after the other two girls. Tina quickly led them out of the house and opened a back gate for them. “You know where you are, right?” “Yeah,” Rebecca said. “Not far from home at all.” The gate had opened onto a lane that ran behind the house they’d just exited. Beyond it was a wooded area that separated it from the lane at the back of the houses on the next street over. If she kept going straight past another such set up, she’d be end up not far from her parents’ house on the opposite side of the road. “Will you two be okay alone?” Tina asked. “Wait,” Jules said. “You’re not coming with us?” “I haven’t even had anything to drink yet, so the cops can’t really hold me on anything. I’d rather not leave my car here. If y’all can hide for a while, though, we can try to figure out a way to meet up. I still owe you that ride.” Jules looked at Rebecca. “What do you think?” “Truthfully, I just want to get home. What’s riskier – hoping that someone doesn’t spot us while we’re trying to hide or just keeping moving? I can’t imagine the house being more than a ten minute walk from here.” “Okay,” Jules said. “We’re going to try to make a run for it.” “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Tina asked. “Take off your masks, perhaps?” Jules glared at her. “You don’t happened to have those scissors do you?” “No, sorry. I accidentally left them inside.” Rebecca really wasn’t sure how much of an accident that was. Everyone seemed to get off on keeping her and Jules naked, bound, and helpless. “Then I think you’ve done enough already,” Jules said bitterly. “And we’ll keep the masks on. At least they hide our identity.” “Well … sorry how things turned out. I hope you make it home okay.” Without another word, Jules headed for a gap in the fence on the other side of the lane. “C’mon,” she said to Rebecca. “Let’s get on with it.” Once again, they were traipsing into the night not knowing what dangers they might encounter while naked and bound. It truly seemed like they were destined never to reach safe haven. Chapter Thirty Four Rebecca crept between two houses, fearing that any noise at all would attract attention. Somehow, being outside naked in her own neighborhood was so, so much worse than when she’d been at the strip mall. She knew all these people, and they knew her. Despite the mask, it was way too probable that anyone seeing her would recognize her. It had taken nearly three times as long for the two naked girls to get this far than she’d planned on, but their caution, stopping often to make sure no one was about and carefully deliberating on which houses to go between and not crossing streets until they were absolutely positive no cars were coming, had been well worth it. Not a soul had seen them, and they were so, so close to their destination. “That’s my parents’ house over there,” Rebecca whispered, crouching behind a car. “All we have to do is cross the street.” “There’s no one coming,” Jules said. “Let’s go.” Though the coast seemed clear, something was bothering Rebecca. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on just wasn’t right. “Hold tight for a second,” she said. Her porch light was on, but that wasn’t too weird. Danny had probably left it on for her when he realized she wasn’t in the house. She wondered if he was worried about her; disappearing like she had was very out of character for her. Heck, leaving the house at all was pretty out of character for her. Hopefully, he had no idea that she’d been wearing only her towel when she’d left. It wasn’t really the porch light that bothered her. Something else was wrong. She craned her neck, trying to get a better view. The light reflected off something shiny beside the porch. What was that? The handlebar of a bicycle. Oh crap! Though her brother’s friends were all over eighteen, some of them still got around the neighborhood on bikes. The presence of one meant that at least one of the boys was still there. And, if one was still there, it was unlikely he or her brother was asleep. It also meant that all the other boys were likely still there. With her having disappeared, they’d be watching for her to return, too. Walking into that house meant that every single one of them would see her naked body. She choked back a sob. “I can’t. We can’t. Oh God! I don’t know what we’re going to do!” Chapter Thirty Five Rebecca had been focused on reaching home, not ever questioning that it might not provide her the succor she so desperately needed. It had been the bright shining light on the hill that represented the end of her ordeal. It had meant clothing. It was physical embodiment of safety. It was a place where she could finally, finally find release for the aching need that dominated her thoughts. Before tonight, she’d never imagined showing her nude body to anyone. She’d even destroyed her relationship with the only real friend she’d ever had because of her acute shyness. After all she’d been through lately, though, the idea of strangers seeing her wasn’t quite as traumatic as it had been. The same could not be said for the thought of her brother and his friends seeing her naked. The teasing would be merciless. Knowing that they’d seen all of her would be torture. Having to explain all that had happened tonight was unthinkable. And they’d easily put two and two together and link her to the videos from the party and from The Big Burger Bun. “What? Why? I don’t understand,” Jules said. Rebecca explained about the bicycle and what it meant. “Look, I know letting them see us is going to suck beyond the telling of it, but what choice do we have?” Jules asked. “We can’t just wait out here, naked and vulnerable, and hope everything works out okay. The police could be cruising the neighborhood. Anyone at all could happen upon us. Truthfully, we’re lucky than even worse stuff hasn’t happened to us. We’ve got to get to safety.” Rebecca grimaced. Her friend was right. But she couldn’t let her brother and his friends see her like this. She just couldn’t. A sudden thought struck her – a horribly embarrassing idea, but one that might work. Maybe. In one way, it was even worse than going home under the current circumstances. In all other ways, though, it was so much better. “W-We … We could … We could go to Rick’s house,” Rebecca said. “The guy you used to be friends with? The one who thinks you screwed him over? You think that’s a better option?” “When you put it that way, I don’t know.” Rebecca’s heart was beating rapidly at the thought of displaying her naked body to Rick. Her palms were slick with sweat. As far as she knew, he hated her with the passion of a thousand suns. He’d been so ticked off by her actions that they literally hadn’t spoken a word to each other in years. “We’re really vulnerable. If he’s still mad at you … God! He could do whatever he wants to punish you.” “Don’t you think I understand that? That the thought of putting myself into his hands while like this is horrid beyond all reason? Because, believe me, all that and more is running through my mind at the moment.” Rebecca took a deep breath. “The thing is that I can at least live with him seeing me, and I can’t say the same for my brother and his friends. Besides, if Rick wants to punish me … well, maybe I deserve it, you know?” Jules sighed. “Look, I don’t care where we go as long as there’s a chance we finally get these ties cut and find some clothes. All these people are strangers to me, so I kind of have to trust your judgment, here. You make the final call.” Rebecca shut her eyes. She had to make a choice as to which was the better of two bad options. Either could end in disaster. “Rick,” she said finally. “I choose Rick.” She just hoped she’d made the right decision. Chapter Thirty Six Rebecca hesitated, her fist paused mid motion as she was about to knock on the back door of Rick’s house. Lights flickered inside and she heard sounds, both most likely caused by the TV, so he was probably awake. And, being so late, his parents were likely asleep. What stopped her wasn’t the fear of encountering his mom or dad, though. It was the thought of facing him. He’d been so mad at her. No. Not mad, or not only mad. Hurt. He’d trusted her, and she’d betrayed him. The last thing she remembered him saying to her was, “You have no honor.” And he’d said it like it was the worst possible insult he could imagine. And now she was about to show up on his doorstep completely naked with her hands bound behind her asking his help? She’d be absolutely at his mercy. God! “I can’t do it,” she hissed. “Okay,” Jules said, totally nonplused. “Let’s go to your house, then, and face your brother and his friends.” Over the course of the evening, Rebecca had really grown to like and appreciate her new friend. If she had to pick someone to be naked and bound as they roamed the town with, there was no better choice. At that moment in time, though, she kind of hated the other girl. Bigly. “Fine!” Rebecca rapped lightly on the door. “Who is it?” Rick called, his voice sounding surprised. She could understand why. This was a quiet neighborhood. People didn’t go around knocking on doors this late. “Rebecca.” There was a pause. “What do you want?” His voice was cold. Harsh. “I need … I need your help.” “And why would I lift a finger for you?” he asked. Rebecca’s eyes teared. This was going as badly as she’d expected. “No reason other than that you’re a good person and that you have to know that I’d never ask if I wasn’t completely desperate and had no other good options.” There was a long, long period filled with only silence. “Please?” Rebecca begged. “Really, just please!” That last had come out stronger and louder than she’d wanted, and there was a very real possibility of waking up his parents, which would be a disaster. At that moment, though, she didn’t care. Not about being seen. Not about getting clothes. Not about someone who would likely tell her parents about what happened finding out about all her recent misadventures. All she wanted was some measure of kindness from someone she’d cared so much about. After all the trials she’d faced this night, she needed it more badly even than the physical release her body craved. No words came in reply to her plea, but a light was switched on, its gleam filtering though curtains to the outside. The knob turned. The door swung open, illuminating the naked girls and the area surrounding them. “Rebecca! You’re naked! And wearing a ski mask? What … What happened? Are you … Are you okay?” She blushed as his eyes roamed her bare body, sparing barely a glance for the much more attractive naked girl beside her. As embarrassed as she was to have him see her nudity, though, she was touched that, against all reason, he’d actually expressed concern about her. She’d really thought he’d not care a lick after how she’d treated him. “Can we … Can we come inside?” “Oh. Yeah. Definitely.” He stepped out of the doorway to give them room to pass. With Jules right behind, Rebecca rushed into the house. A surreal feeling passed over her as it hit her that she’d been in this place hundreds of times as a child and now she was walking inside stark naked. It just felt … weird. They moved into the living room where a TV quietly played on one wall. He faced the two naked girls as they all three just kind of stood awkwardly for a moment. “Since no one seems interested in introducing me … I’m Jules.” “Oh. Sorry. Rick.” “Nice to meet you. I’d shake your hand, but …” Jules shook her bound arms, causing her boobs to jiggle and drawing his attention to her chest. “Are y’all … okay?” Rick asked. “Should I call the police or something?” “No!” they both answered. “No,” Rebecca said again. “We haven’t been … There’s no need to involve the police. If you can just cut these zip ties and let us borrow something – anything! – to cover ourselves, we’ll be out of your hair before you know it.” “Uh …” “Okay, look. I know you hate me, and I owe you. Big time. Whatever you want, it’s okay. I’ll do it. Just, please, let Jules go first and then … whatever you want. I swear.” “I don’t want …” He shook his head, his expression becoming stern. “After what you did, like I’d believe you’d uphold your end of the deal, anyway.” Rebecca’s eyes misted. “You want to take pictures? Video? Get your camera. Rip off my mask and fire away. I’ll pose any way you want. How about this?” She jumped up and down a few times, making her breasts bounce and slap her in the face. “Or this?” She turned and spread her legs, bending as far down as she could and still maintain her balance without her hands to help. “Anything!” Very away of the view she was presenting to him, a part of her was completely mortified by her actions. “Rebecca …” “You don’t even have to cut me loose or give me clothes or anything. Just, please, forgive me!” Chapter Thirty Seven Rebecca stood there, butt naked with her legs parted wide, showing off her most intimate places to a guy who hated her. The worst part was that she deserved every bit of his animosity. She’d betrayed him. And she was willing to do whatever it took to earn some level of forgiveness. Whatever it took. “You’re both idiots,” Jules said. “How so?” Rick asked. “She thinks you despise her when you’re really just hurt. You think she purposely played a trick on you.” Rebecca couldn’t believe this mortifying conversation was taking place, especially considering that she was still posed with everything she had displayed. Still, though, she preferred her current position than having to face him. God! “She did trick me! She admitted it,” Rick said. “She told you what she thought you wanted to hear,” Jules said. “The truth is that she was too shy to show you her body. She thinks she’s too fat and that you’d be disgusted by her.” “What? That’s ridiculous,” he said. “I’ve always thought she was pretty. That had to have been obvious to her.” He thought what? “It wasn’t,” Jules said. “She’s too insecure about her body to see it.” “But … But … why didn’t she just tell me?” he asked. “I’d have understood.” “Because … Because I was too shy and too stupid even to do that,” Rebecca said. “Do you really think I’m pretty?” “Uh … Could you stand up now?” he asked. “The view is kind of distracting.” Rebecca’s face felt like it was going to explode. She grimaced as she stood and turned to face him. “Of course I think you’re pretty,” he said, meeting her eyes. “I always have. And you’re not fat!” She frowned. “He’s right,” Jules said. “So, okay, you’re bigger, but all the weight is in exactly the right places. I can only dream of having your curves.” “Can I take those things off you?” he asked. “It’s weird enough talking to two naked girls, but the ski masks are really wigging me out.” “Anything you want,” Rebecca said. Jules just nodded. He went to each of them and carefully pulled it over their heads. “Much better,” he said. “Now, where were we?” “I was promising to do literally anything you want to get you to forgive me,” Rebecca said. “Anything!” “Okay. How about dinner and a movie?” She tried to hide her dismay, though her heart was beating a mile a minute. If there was something she hadn’t expected him to suggest, it was more public nudity. “I did tell you anything, so … okay,” Rebecca said. “Just … try not to get me arrested if possible? Jules works at the theater, so she might be able to help with that. As for the restaurant, though … Either way, though, I’ll do it, even if I end up in jail.” “What the heck are you talking about?” Rick asked. Jules was openly snickering. “She thinks … She thinks … Oh God! Too funny!” She burst out laughing. “What does she think?” he asked before turning to Rebecca. “What do you think?” “You want to make me go to dinner and a movie naked, of course. To humiliate me.” If Jules’ hands would have been free, she looked like she would have been slapping her knee. Rebecca didn’t see what was so funny. “Why would I …” He shook his head. “Look, I don’t know what you’ve been through tonight to make you think such a thing, but I assumed you’d be completely dressed when we went out.” “Huh? I don’t understand. How is it punishment for you to take me to dinner and a movie while I’m dressed?” “It’s not, silly,” Jules said, finally getting her chuckles under control. “It’s a date.” Rebecca swallowed. Jules wasn’t correct. She couldn’t be. Could she? Rick was nodding vigorously, though. “You want to go out with me, go out with me?” Rebecca asked. “Very much,” he said. “I … uh … yeah. Yes. Please.” “Great,” he said. “Let me run to the kitchen and grab some scissors. I’ll have y’all free in a jiffy.” He’d half turned to leave before Rebecca found her voice. “Actually,” she said, “if you don’t mind, there’s a more pressing need that I really need you to deal with first …” Chapter Thirty Eight Rebecca felt like her face was about to burst into flame, and her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she feared it was about to start breaking bones. As if being naked and bound in front of Rick – who’d just asked her on a date! On an actual date! – wasn’t bad enough, what she was about to ask of him was the most mortifying thing she could even comprehend. She had no choice, though. She needed it. She needed it, now. “Sure. Anything,” Rick said, responding to her request of a pressing need that she needed him to deal with. He’d agreed. Now, all she had to do was tell him what it was. Oh God! This was going to be so embarrassing. “I … I need … I need … release.” “Yeah,” he said, looking at her like she was a complete moron. “That’s why I was on my way to go get scissors.” “No! Not … Not that kind …” “I don’t understand,” he said. “She means that she’s horny and wants you to get her off,” Jules said. “I know how she feels.” His eyes went wide. “I’ll run and get the scissors. Then, you can … can … you know.” Rebecca’s heart was still beating a mile a minute. Her palms were slick with sweat. “I know this is a big, big ask, but you don’t understand what my night has been like. It feels like I’m in some kind of stupid erotica story written by a hack. Every time I get close to … release … something happens. Maybe … Maybe, if we do it fast enough, he – because it’s got to be a man doing this; it’s got to be – maybe he won’t have time to think of something to interrupt me. Please!” “That … That makes no sense,” Rick said. “Well,” Jules said, “she did mention that he’s a hack writer, so …” “Nothing is going to happen,” he said. “I’ll go get scissors and cut you loose and you can go to the bathroom and …” “You don’t understand!” Rebecca said. “Your parents will come down. An airplane overhead will lose its engine, and it will crash into your living room. Or, most likely, given how uncreative this hack is, the police will show up. Again!” “Rebecca …” “Please, Rick, I’m begging you. If you do this for me, I will literally do anything you want.” Rick sighed. “What do you want me to do, exactly?” “Maybe … Maybe your fingers? I mean, if you have a condom you could …” “No!” he said. “Fingers are good. I can do fingers.” Jules chewed her lip. “I have a boyfriend. I can’t …” She sighed. “On the other hand, I think he’d understand given the circumstances and, it has been a night! Would you mind doing me at the same time?” His jaw dropped. “Uh … I … I … don’t mind, but … Rebecca?” Rebecca tensed. She and Rick were going to go on a date, which meant … what? She didn’t really know, but he was kind of asking as if they were exclusive or something. That was a good sign, right? But, onto the topic at hand. How did she feel about him doing that to Jules? It was more than a little weird, honestly, but what hadn’t been tonight? Jules had a boyfriend she was apparently very committed to, and Rebecca was so happy that Rick didn’t hate her anymore that dating him was the last thing on her mind. Besides, it would be kind of rude to withhold this from her friend, right? “I’m fine with it,” she said confidently. Jules grinned. “Great. Follow me.” The couch in the living room was very deep and plush, and Jules used those features to her advantage, burying her face in the crack between the seat cushion and the back edge. With her legs spread, she exposed all of her to view. All of her. It also allowed for really easy access to the part of her where Rick would be sticking his fingers. The position was at once practical, mortifying, and erotic as hell. Rebecca felt even more heat rush to her face, both at seeing her friend’s parts so wantonly displayed and at the fact that she was about to be presenting the exact same view. With more than a little trepidation, she approached the couch. She didn’t have time to delay, though. The more she stalled, the more chance there was that something would put a stop to their activities. She buried her head in the couch and spread her legs wide for him. “No matter what happens, don’t stop,” she said, her voice muffled by the couch. “Not for the police. Not for your parents. Not for anything.” Chapter Thirty Nine Rick couldn’t believe what was happening. He’d been watching a little TV while checking out social media on his phone. Reports and videos of naked girls streaking The Big Burger Bun and a party had definitely gotten his attention. He never in a million years thought they’d show up at his house, though, and that one of them would be Rebecca! She’d always been so shy, and, for so many years, he’d felt like her protector, keeping some of the meaner neighborhood girls from picking on her. Though not in love with her or anything, he’d always felt … affection … toward her. Then, she’d betrayed him. He’d been so hurt by it for so long. When Jules had explained why Rebecca had done what she’d done, he felt like an idiot. Of course, she was too shy to show him her body. Of course, she was even too shy to admit that was what was wrong. He should have known. They’d lost years of friendship because he couldn’t get past his own pain to see clearly. He was determined to make up for it now. And if this was what she wanted him to do … Rick moved the coffee table out of the way and stepped up to the couch, positioning himself between the two naked girls. Not just naked girls, either. Naked pussies. Everything they both had was right there in front of him. He took a moment to enjoy the view and the aroma. Both girls were visibly aroused, their pink folds glistening with their own juices, completely willing for him to do whatever he wanted to them as long as they got their orgasm. Their hands were even bound behind them, making them helpless. Even if he lived to be a thousand years old, he doubted he’d ever encounter another situation like this. It was the single most erotic experience of his life. His cock strained against his jeans. He couldn’t help but think that, considering the reason he and Rebecca hadn’t talked for years, the fact that all of her was on display to him now was more than a little ironic. That wasn’t important at the moment though. He had a task to perform, one he desperately didn’t want to screw up. Rick raised both hands at once and stuck two fingers of each girl’s waiting hole. Satisfied moans greeted the insertion. As he began pumping both hands in and out, he listened carefully, halfway concerned that, as silly as it sounded, something would happen to interrupt him. The only thing that he heard was panting and moaning and the slurping that his moving fingers created. Rebecca came first, her body arching and shuddering violently. She screamed into the couch cushion, which – luckily considering that his parents were asleep upstairs – muffled the noise greatly. Jules finished not long after, and the three of them collapsed onto the couch for a long cuddle session. Rick was in heaven. Being surrounding by so much exposed female flesh was amazing. He wasn’t a virgin or anything, but neither had he the opportunity to be with two girls at once. The only thing that made the situation at all uncomfortable was the painful erection straining his pants. Rebecca didn’t seem to notice. Jules, though, did, looking at it pointedly. “I think it’s time to cut us loose,” she said, wiggling her zip tied hands. “Then, Rebecca can give you your reward for your help.” “What?” Rebecca asked. “What reward?” “You don’t think he deserves one?” “Of course he does, I just don’t know what you meant.” “A blowjob, of course.” Rebecca looked reluctant. “Uh …” Rick swallowed. He figured that he’d just be left to his own devices once the girls’ left. “I’m fine. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You don’t owe me anything.” “No! I want to. I really do. It’s just … I don’t … I don’t know how.” Jules grinned. “That’s okay. I’ll talk you through it.” And she did. Chapter Forty Jules stepped out of the shower. It felt so good to be clean. Running around naked all night involved a lot of, well, running around, which led to sweating. Other activities had gotten her hot, too – in more ways than one. She toweled off and put on the clothes Rick had dug up for her, one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts with a drawstring. The garments were way too big for her, but they were definitely much, much better than nothing. It also felt really good to be dressed. There had been a certain excitement involved with all she’d gone through tonight, but it was nice not to be able to relax in a safe place while actually being covered. As she walked back to Rick’s living room, she saw he and Rebecca snuggled together on the couch, Rick’s spare clothes fitting her much better than Jules. Rebecca grinned. “I am so glad that tonight is finally over! Aren’t you?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Huh? Which part?” Rebecca asked. “About the night being over. We’re both going to get dressed in our own clothes. After that, I’ve got a few texts to send. Then, the real fun begins.” “What fun is that exactly?” Rick asked. “Well,” Jules said, “The expression is that revenge is a dish best served cold, but I prefer mine fresh. I aim to make Carly pay for what she did to us, and I mean for that to happen tonight!”

Never Bet What You're Not Willing to Lose by The Stranger Part 1 Beddington was a small town in Nevada. It was well off of the main highways, so it never grew into any kind of gambling hub, but their main industry was providing equipment for the big gaming complexes. Because of this, they were very serious about gambling. They had even passed a town ordinance stating that welching on a bet would be treated as stealing. The judge would decide felony or misdemeanor depending on the real or perceived value of the winnings/losses. Needless to say, the more embarrassing the payment, the more likely that welching would be ruled a felony and involve jail time. This ordinance was enforced by the local law enforcement, and this led everyone in the area to call Beddington “Betting Town”. To outsiders, this may seem extreme for something most people do casually. In Betting Town, there was a lesson to be learned, “Never bet what you are not willing to lose.” No one was ever forced into a wager, and evidence of such a thing could mean jail time for the offending party. You didn’t have to accept a bet or its terms. Once agreed upon by both parties in front of witnesses, it was ironclad. Most just bet amounts of money or services to be rendered, but there were always a few humiliation bets, and the people of Betting Town had seen just about everything. If it was the agreed upon terms of a bet and kept within city limits, it was legal. Donna had grown up in Betting Town. She did her share of betting, sometimes with rather daring consequences, but had never lost more than a few dollars or a quick panty flash. She wasn’t overly cautious, just lucky, and couldn’t imagine her lucky streak ever ending. Many had tried to embarrass her before, at 5’10” brunette with firm C-cup breasts and a toned farm girl physique, many guys had tried to get her naked but it usually backfired.  Donna’s best friend, Stacey, had opposite luck. If she had ever won a bet, no one could remember, but she never backed away from a wager. Being a 6’ blond with DD breasts, she was a favorite target for all of the boys and many of the girls thought that she was a closet exhibitionist. Currently, she was paying off a wager that stated that she could only wear a skimpy string bikini and sandals for the entire month of June, even to church and work. So far, she had made over $300 in tips at the drive-in diner, and it was only June 3rd. This was mostly due to the jogging to and from cars as well as the occasional wardrobe malfunction, which only momentarily embarrassed her because “with all the bets she had lost most everybody had already seen everything.’ She could be ditsy at times but didn’t consider herself an exhibitionist, she had just gotten used to the public exposure and it no longer bothered her. It did, however, bother her family when she wouldn’t feel the need to wear clothing around the house. Her father was the local Baptist minister and he was constantly ashamed of his daughter. Donna worked waiting tables in the local pool hall. She was going to be a senior in high school in the fall, so she couldn’t serve alcohol where the big tips were given. She served food and other drinks and tried to make due with the meager tips. Her co-worker, Myrna, was a 22 year old Irish lass and daughter of the owner. She was a delightful, high-spirited girl who everyone, including Donna, just loved being around. Her father treated them both fairly, never giving favoritism (Myrna wouldn’t allow any even if he did) and Donna liked the job. The only problem was that Myrna; with her long red hair, pale complexion, and medium build with D cup breasts; tended to get the lion’s share of the tips. To supplement her income, Donna played pool and cards to win some extra cash. She had become known as quite the shark. It was late June and Stacey had made so much in tips that Donna wanted to step up her game so she wouldn’t be left behind. Around this time Max Burnns came to town. He was a professional card player who had won enough to retire. He wanted to open his own bar in his home town where people could play cards and he could keep his skills sharp. He wanted some good poker tables and chairs, custom poker chips, and a few slot machines for drinkers who didn’t play cards. After looking over the merchandise and placing some custom orders, he checked into his motel and the headed to the local pool hall to check out the action. He found a nice Irish pub with pool and card tables where gambling, not alcohol, was the prevailing vice. Not there for financial gain, he watched for a while, then sat in on a low stakes game to unwind.  Even though Max wasn’t playing at full competition level, he was still easily the best card player there. He tried to keep his bets small, but it was against his principles to allow someone to win just to keep them happy. Fortunately, the people of Betting Town enjoyed a well played game almost as much as winning. This man was good and they could tell. It was about this time that Donna’s shift ended, and as she headed past, some of the guys called her over and introduced her as the bars best card player. Donna had been having a slow week. Most of the customers were Myrna’s regulars, and the few she got were lousy tippers. On top of that, Stacey had had a huge night a few nights ago when, unbeknownst to her, one of her male co-workers had untied her bikini bottoms while she waited on an order. She spent over an hour waiting on customers bottomless before being clued in to her exposure. In all, she cleared over $400 that night in tips alone. The manager was starting to wish that the bikini was her usual uniform. Donna was being left in the dust and needed a way to make up the difference. This new gambler seemed like a good opportunity to get some extra cash. The locals said that this guy was good, but she could usually beat them, so she didn’t worry too much. She was the card shark here. Max, like any pro, was good at sizing up his opponents pretty quickly, but always played it safe at first. For a gambler, overconfidence was a vice that could make you poor in a hurry. He could tell within minutes that this girl was a perfect storm of youth and overconfidence, and would gamble her life away if not taught a lesson soon. Losing big was a hard lesson, but if learned early, could save you in the long run. Max’s mentor had taught him this lesson when they first met, and that made him the success he was today. Question was, could she be taught or was she too far gone. The patrons of this bar had been stroking her ego for a while now and she may never get right.  Max took it slow at first, and soon found another flaw in her game. When she had a good hand, she got aggressive and rarely folded, even when holding junk. A lesser player could be intimidated by this, but Max found it laughable. After she had won a few small hands, he started playing for real. Soon, he was up a few hundred dollars and she was asking the boss for a pay advance. The boss gave her what she had earned this week, “and not a penny more, so don’t ask”. She was down to her last $60. The next hand looked good for Donna. She started out with two pairs, kings and tens, and drew a king. She knew that she had this one won, so she went all in. Max saw her $60 and raised $200. Max knew that she didn’t have any more money and thought that this would end the lesson. He couldn’t have been farther from the truth, for now her overconfidence raised its ugly head. First, she asked to go to the ATM. He told her that if she left the table, she would forfeit the pot. He also wouldn’t accept IOUs and the other patrons were already tapped out. It was at this time that said the words everyone in town loved to hear: “How about a wager?” Max knew about the town’s love of any type of gambling and took all wagers very seriously, so Max simply asked, “What do you propose?” Donna thought about it and said, “If my hand is better, I get the pot. If your hand is better, you get the pot plus…..um…..how about my shirt.” Donna was wearing a sports bra underneath, so going without her shirt wouldn’t be a big deal. Max was shocked. Was she overconfident to this extreme, to not fully consider the consequences.  He then remembered something his mentor had told him. His mentor had a few young players under his wing, and one had become so cocky that he was basically putting a target on his back, everyone wanted to take him down. Their mentor had to do something before the kid became the doormat of the professional players. The kid was good for a rookie, but would get eaten alive by seasoned players. The mentor played the kid, taking every cent the kid had plus his car. He then booted the kid out telling him to get a job and come back when he had some talent. When Max asked why he was so harsh, he just looked at the deck and said, “When overconfidence is too strong, the fall must be even greater for the lesson to sink in.” The kid returned a few months later as a more disciplined and smarter player. “No way” was Max’s response. “Look girlie, we’re playing real poker here, not college kids strip poker. This is about money, and that shirt ain’t worth $140.” Now, he thought, was the big decision… Fold and learn her lesson, or prove that her fall needed to be greater. She sealed her fate when she said, “H-How about for all of my clothes?” Donna could hardly believe the words we’re coming from her mouth. She couldn’t believe it had come to this. She had never been in such a predicament before. In a few hours, she had gone from trying to catch up to Stacey, to trying to salvage whatever she could or lose everything (and she meant everything). The thought that she kept coming back to was, “but I don’t lose, and this hand is close to unbeatable. I gotta go for it! If I lose, this is Betting Town. I won’t be the first or last to take the “Nude Walk of Shame”home.” Max just looked down and said, “Think about what you’re saying. Is that really what you want?” She simply nodded yes. Max got a piece of paper and said,” I want this in writing so that there can be no arguments or accusations of indecency.” He wrote: I, the undersigned, agree that if Mr. Max Burnns’ poker hand beats mine, not only will I lose all money in the pot, but Mr. Max Burnns will own all of my clothing and I will be left nude. I have read these terms, and by my signature verify that I fully understand and accept these terms. Signed, Max said,” You should read over it and think about it before you sign.” Donna, however, didn’t want to think about it or she might lose her nerve. Without even glancing at it, she signed and handed it back. Max shook his head, sighed, and said, “Ok, let’s see what you got.” Donna, smiling broadly, showed her hand: Full House, kings over 10s. Max nodded approvingly and said, ”That a good hand, but it doesn’t beat Four of a kind” as he laid down four 3s. Part 2 Donna could’ve been knocked over by a feather. All these years never losing anything big, but now she had to strip naked at work, give some guy she just met her clothes, and bike home nude. As this reality was sinking in, Bob Howard, a 23 year old who was a regular of Donna’s (and secretly lusted after her), cleared his throat and said, “Um…you have to pay up.” Donna knew the penalties for welching, and definitely didn’t want a criminal record. Besides, she had no one to blame but herself.  When she finally came around, she knew what had to be done. First, she pulled the tight uniform t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the table. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her khaki shorts and let them drop to the floor. As she stood there she realized that up to now her parents and Stacey were the only ones to see her in her underwear. None of her boyfriends had ever gotten this far. She then shook her head and thought, “Why are you spacing out? They and possibly a good portion of the town will see a lot more soon enough.” She then grabbed the bottom of her sports bra, took a deep breath, pulled it over her head and put it with her shirt on the table. She was now topless at work, a small pair of white panties the only things guarding her modesty and they too would have to go. With trembling hands, she hooked her thumb in the waistband on both sides of her body, closed her eyes, held her breath, and quickly pushed her panties past her knees letting them fall to the floor. She picked up her shorts and panties and laid them on the table with her other clothes.  She was getting ready to start her long, nude bike ride home when she heard Max say, “Excuse me, but you are still wearing some of my property. The wager was for all of your clothes. The socks and shoes are mine too.” Totally defeated, she stooped down, giving all in front of her a nice beaver shot, and pulled off her shoes and socks, adding them to the pile. She was surprised how much losing her shoes and socks affected her. They didn’t hide anything important, but they were her last bit of covering and now they were gone. Without speaking, she exited the building, grabbed her bicycle, (now more than ever she wished her parents had gotten her a car when she turned 16) and started the long ride home. Even though the sun had gone down, it was still warm outside, and it was summer vacation. All but the very young or very old were out enjoying the outdoors now that the burning sun had gone down. They were soon paying undivided attention to the Lady Godiva wannabe. Not only was Donna conspicuously nude, but with her work schedule had only managed to get a farmers tan on her arms and legs. Her midsection was pale white accentuated by her tanned limbs. They could also see that either her pubic area had never seen a razor, or she was being violated by a small, furry animal (of course, she hadn’t planned for it to be on public display). Younger kids pointed and laughed while teenagers took out camera phones and hurriedly snapped photos and video. Adults merely smiled and waved at the latest victim of their own foolish wager. For Donna, it was overwhelming. She hadn’t considered that all of these people would still be outside with cameras. What she didn’t know was that as soon as she lost, many of the bar patrons started informing friends of the coming spectacle. Donna had always been shy, never even wearing a two piece bathing suit, and most of the men in town had wished for a good look at her fit yet curvaceous body. This was beyond their wildest dreams. Donna could feel their eyes and, while embarrassed, was kind of enjoying all of this attention. She wondered, ”Is this how Stacey feels when doing those embarrassing things after losing a bet? Is this why she kept betting even though she always lost?” It was at this precise moment that she heard a familiar voice calling her name. She turned to see Stacey running towards her, dripping wet, wearing only a towel. Apparently, she was in the shower when her little sister told her of Donna’s nude ride. Knowing Stacey would want to rush to her friend, the younger sibling had taken Stacey’s bikini and only left her a towel. While Stacey’s parents disdained her frequent public exposure, her sister often conspired to show her sister to the world whenever possible. Stacey’s sister, June, had always been kind of a tomboy. She recently turned 15 and was becoming more interested in the opposite sex, but with her brown hair, B cup breasts and short stature (5”5’), she found it hard to compete with her voluptuous and often exposed sister. She told others that since her sis seemed to like the attention so much, June would help her get that attention. Truth be told, she derived some sexual pleasure from her sisters embarrassment and, although not a lesbian, did enjoy seeing what to her was a perfect body. Stacey raced over to her friend to ask what had happened. The last thing Donna wanted to do was sit outside, naked and recall how she had lost her money and clothing. However, she could see that her friend was concerned, so much so that she had run to her side almost naked herself without even taking the time to dry off. She told her friend of the card game, the lost money, her good hand and his better hand, the stripping, and her nude ride being recorded for posterity. Stacey grabbed and hugged her friend, dropping the towel in the process. Donna was unsure what to do, being nude in public and being embraced by her equally nude friend, but decided to go along with it and hug her back. Many of the male onlookers found it difficult to stand. June also found this strangely arousing. Part 3 When Donna finally arrived at home, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Max was there with some other men taking boxes from her house! She hurried to the house to find her mom. Her dad had died three years earlier from a car accident, so it was just her and her mom, Isabelle (although she preferred to be called Izzy). Izzy was in her mid fourties and was to many a definite MILF. She was 5’8” with long auburn hair pulled into a ponytail, and full C cup breasts. She work as a dealer in Reno and usually left a few buttons undone on the uniform to get good tips plus she liked the attention. She was something of an exhibitionist, dressing provocatively around the house, especially when Donna had male visitors. Donna was certain that the reason she didn’t date much was because all guys attention went to her mom. This ride was the first time she had experienced that kind of attention. When she found her mom, she was standing next to Max holding a piece of paper. Donna asked Max, “What are you doing here?” “I came to get the rest of my winnings” was his reply. Donna was getting ready to go ballistic when her mother asked “Donna, did you even read this before signing? It says here that you bet all of your clothes and you signed. There’s nothing I can do.” Donna tried to argue that she meant the clothes she was wearing, but Max stopped her and said, “That outfit you were wearing wouldn’t cover your losses. I told you, I wasn’t playing strip poker. I was playing for money. You offered all your clothes as collateral so I took a chance. I’m hoping that by selling what I can and donating the rest as a tax write off, I’ll get my money.” The true gravity of Donna’s predicament finally hit her. She was broke, naked with no clothing, and the only way to get money was working. But would she have to work naked? Could she work naked? She worked at a bar, not a strip club. Max’s final words to her hit hard. “Maybe this will teach you not to be overconfident and think before you act.” Part 4 The next day, Donna called work about her predicament. Her mom had a smaller body and all of her clothes fit tight on her, there’s no way Donna could wear them. She couldn’t borrow her mom’s clothes and payday for both of them was in two weeks. Car problems had drained their savings so buying clothes wasn’t a viable solution. She was naked and would stay naked until one of them got paid. Izzy couldn’t see what the big deal was. Everyone knew that she lost a bet, so her walking around town and working naked would just be seen as part of the wager. Honestly, Izzy wished she had an excuse to go around town naked. It was ok if it was a lost bet, but just for kicks was indecent exposure. She had to find a wager to lose. Just the thought of the whole town looking at her nude body was making her wet. She hoped Donna would have to work so that she could have some alone time. Her boss had little sympathy for her. He knew that betting her clothes was her idea and the gentleman had tried to talk her out of it. She could either come to work, or look for another job while naked. No job meant no income and no income meant no new clothes. She didn’t really have a choice. Donna the nude waitress would be at work for her usual shift. The ride to work was worse than last night’s ride home. It was midday and all of the kids were out playing. Most of the kids pointed and laughed. Some of the boys got their first boner and she had to giggle to herself after seeing so many trouser tents. There were also older couples out. Some voiced their disapproval while some of the old men cleaned their glasses to better take in the sight while their wives stared daggers at Donna. When she finally got to work, the boss gave her one of his aprons to wear. It covered her front pretty well, but her bare backside was in full view. Although she had some covering, this almost seemed to her to be more erotic than being totally nude. She asked for another to cover her backside, but the laundry had just been picked up and this was her bosses only spare. All of the bar towels were too small to make a wraparound skirt, so she thanked her boss for what covering she had and resigned herself to having to work bare assed. Work was slow at first, but when word got around about the waitress wearing only an apron, it became standing room only. At first she was mortified that all of these people were coming in just to stare at her ass, but when she had time to think, she had an epiphany. She had been trying to find a way to get better tips than Myrna and Stacey, now Myrna was having trouble keeping up. She thought about staging a wardrobe malfunction to test her theory. She pulled the apron a little extra to the left, and took a tray of food to a table of five. Instead of going around to serve the customers on the other side, she reached across the table to hand them their food, causing her right tit to fall out. She pretended not to notice and kept working, and started getting 40 – 50% tips. She had her new path to big bucks. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, she felt no arousal from her exposure. She was a capitalist. On her nude ride home (the apron belonged to the bar and there it would stay) she started thinking about Stacey. Was she really the ditz everyone thought that she was or did she lose those bets on purpose? Maybe she wasn’t an exhibitionist like everyone thought. Maybe she had just found a simple way to make good money at a crappy job. She noticed that almost none of her bet losses cost her money, they just reduced her to little or no clothing. Was she a financial mastermind or just a ditz with big boobs surrounded by horny guys? Donna would have to pay more attention from now on. Part 5 Donna knew that all of the clothing stores would be closed by the time that she got off of work, especially as busy as they had been today. Even though the money was good, she would much rather wear something skimpy than nothing at all. Although it was embarrassing, she did take some pride from knowing that much of it was due to men lusting after her. After life with her mom, being friends with Stacey, and working with Myrna, she wasn’t used to all of this attention. Most eyes were immediately drawn to her mom and friends. Now that she knew the power of a little exposed skin, maybe she would let her mom help pick out her clothes. When she got home, she heard some noise from the back and went around to investigate. She found her mom enjoying a nighttime swim. Even though the sun had gone down, the heat radiating from the ground kept things pretty warm. Donna had built up a sweat riding home, even without clothing, and a swim sounded good. She asked her mom if she could join her, even though she didn’t have a suit. Her mom came over to the shallow end and replied, “Honey, we were all born naked. A bathing suit is only to protect your modesty, nothing else. Besides, I’m not wearing a suit either.” With that, she stood op revealing her nude body to her daughter. Donna was a little embarrassed by this, but couldn’t help but admire her mother’s beauty. Donna jumped in the water and couldn’t believe how good it felt. Having nothing between her and the water felt wonderful. It was nice to not feel the suit drag as she swam and not having to constantly adjust it. Even though they lived of the outskirts of town with no visible neighbors, she had never even considered swimming nude. She asked her mom if she had done this before. Izzy just laughed and said, “Donna, the only time I bother wearing a bikini is when others are around, and that’s just so I don’t offend them. I mean, can you imagine if your friend Stacey’s mother saw us now. She would probably soil herself and pass out. Truth be told, I only wear clothes in the house for your sake. I don’t usually wear any when I’m home alone.”  Donna swam a few more laps and then went to take a shower. While showering, she thought about what her mother had just told her. All this time, her mother preferred to be nude at home, but wore clothing to keep Donna comfortable. After these last few days, that just didn’t seem right. When Donna finished her shower, she went and told her mother to wear what she wanted and Donna would just get used to it. She also told Izzy that she was proud to have such a beautiful mother. Also she wanted her advice picking out new clothes and told her about what she had learned today. Izzy laughed loudly and said, “Donna, sweety, did you think that I wear tight and revealing clothes to work because they’re comfortable?” Donna went to her room and laid down on her bed. Tomorrow morning, her mom and her would take her tip money and buy her some new work clothes. Working nude wasn’t as bad as she had thought, but she wanted her future nudity to be on her terms, and in private. Thankfully this whole ordeal would be over tomorrow. But you know what they say about the best laid plans… Part 6 The next morning, Donna was awakened by her still nude mother holding the house phone. “It’s that girl you work with,” Izzy said with a concerned look. “She sounds upset.” Donna’s first thought was that Myrna was ticked that Donna had stolen her thunder, yet she knew Myrna wasn’t like that. Bewildered and still a bit groggy, Donna took the phone. On the other end, Myrna sounded frantic and maybe even crying. “Donna, dad collapsed after work. The doctors say that he had a heart attack. They said it could be fixed with a simple surgery, but we don’t have insurance. We need money, but dad can’t work and I can’t open and run the bar by myself. Please come here immediately. I need you here as a worker and my friend.” Donna replied, “I was going to buy some clothes before work. Can I come there after I get some clothes?” Myrna said, “Donna, I need you here now! I’m at wits end and need someone here with me. You’ve always been like a little sister to me, and I have no one but dad and you. The other girls are too wrapped up in their own problems to care about mine. Besides, you worked with just an apron on yesterday and had your best tip night by far. Please come straight here.” Donna just said ok and resigned herself to another nude day. She hung up the phone and filled her mom in. Izzy offered to drive her since it was her day off and she wanted to see if she could help the poor girl. She went to get dressed while Donna got up and ready. Twenty minutes later they arrived at the bar. They went inside and found Myrna with her head in her hands, sobbing, while the cook tried to console her. His name was Marko. He was a 5’ 10” Greek man in his early 50s who had been with her father since he purchased the bar. Many customers forgot about him, as if hot food just appeared from nowhere, because he was always in the back. Myrna saw Donna, ran over and gave her a hug, and explained her problems. They needed a lot of money soon for the operation, far more than the bar made in an average month. Besides that, they had the usual bills to pay. Also, with her dad unable to work, they had no bartender. Myrna could handle beer and shots, but the only thing she knew about mixed drinks was how to order them. A bar simply could not run without a bartender. At that moment, Izzy spoke up saying, “I tended bar for a few years when I was in my mid-twenties. I may be a bit rusty, but I think that I could do ok.” Donna looked at her and asked, “But mom, what about your job”. Izzy smiled and replied, “I’m tired of the drive and the crappy hours. This will let me work close to home and spend more time with my daughter.” With that, the bartending issue was resolved. They decided the best way to attack the money issue was to have a brainstorming meeting with all of the employees. There were two other waitresses. First there was Skye, a 5’ 7” raven haired girl with small B cup breasts and with the nicest ass in the county. She always wore the tightest pans and the shortest shorts or skirts. She always made sure to bend at the waist to get good tips, and the guys loved it. She also looked kinda goth (not many real goths in the desert) with her black clothing and makeup. Also, somehow she managed to stay extremely pale in the desert (nobody knows how and are afraid to ask). The other waitress was Brandi, a bubble headed blond who made Stacey look like a genius. She was also a bit of a klutz, but at 5’ 10” with E cup breasts, she was always forgiven by the guys. All the ideas were discussed, unfortunately most were from Brandi and were mind numbingly stupid. Whoever said there were no stupid questions obviously never met Brandi (i.e. Why do we have to serve alcohol?). After about two hours, everything was quiet. Finally, Donna stood up and said, “I have an idea, but I don’t know if any of you will like it.” Donna told them of her epiphany last night while working only wearing an apron. Of course, she didn’t propose that all of them only wear aprons (which disappointed Brandi and Marko). What she did propose was a standing wager. There were two tables, one in each corner, that customers never wanted to sit in. They complained about waiting over 15 minutes for a waitress to notice them and take their drink order. These would be the “Hot Seats”. We get a doorman/bouncer to meet them at the door. To get in on the wager, they have to pay $10. That way, if we’re out of tables, someone can still sit there without wagering anything. Also, if they lose they get nothing. We keep the ten regardless. The doorman will give them a slip of paper with their time of arrival on it. If seven minutes (because it’s a lucky number) pass by and they have not been waited upon, they get an article of clothing from the first waitress to come over. These tables will not belong to any waitress, if you see someone sitting there, go ask if anyone has taken their drink order. To keep from having a situation where no waitress will go over incase it’s been over seven minutes, if it has been over 20 minutes, they take their slip of paper to the doorman or bartender. There will then be an announcement that all waitresses must give them one article of clothing. ‘’ I’m pretty sure tips will go up as you lose clothing and this will force us to be more attentive waitresses. Also, since this is Betting Town, if you end up overexposed, you won’t get in trouble because it’s part of the wager. I’ve been completely naked the past few days and there have been no complaints.” Part 7 Marko was the first to speak. “We don’t need no bouncer. There’s not a punk in this town that I can’t throw out on his ear if he bothers you ladies. As for the pieces of paper with times written on them, we got the old timeclock in the back that’s been collecting dust. We can put it out front so that, if they want to play, they take a blank card and punch the time. If they have a card, the money is added to their bill.” Myrna was next to speak. “I don’t know if I or the other girls can handle the exposure as graciously as you have, but we need money badly. Therefore, if we’re going to do this, then all of the tables should be fair game. Since its summer break, I’ll need everyone here for every shift to see if this takes off. If it works well, maybe we’ll be able to hire more girls. Not sure my dad is gonna like this. He’s a devout Catholic.” Next was Skye’s turn to speak. “Um, I don’t know if I’m ok with this. You girls all have awesome bodies and big tits. With my pale complexion and small boobs, how can I compete?” “Are you kidding me?” Izzy chimed in. “With that ass of yours, you got nothing to worry about. Besides, I can tell you that some guys like smaller breasts and others will go gaga over your pale white body. What I want to know is how do I get in on the action. I may be older, but I can still bring them in with this body.” With that, she pulled off her shirt and dropped her shorts to show her nude form. They discussed the idea a while longer, deciding to stay closed today to make changes and re-open tomorrow. Donna left early enough to buy some new clothes. Instead of going to the usual clothing stores, she first went to the goodwill store. “Why buy expensive clothes just to lose them again.” She then went to the local discount store and bought economy packs of socks, sports bras, and bikini style panties. She also got a cheap pair of sneakers. They had decided that shoes were not part of the game. Serving food barefoot too dangerous and constantly buying new shoes would get expensive. Still, Donna preferred to be barefoot at home and didn’t see the point in buying expensive shoes. For the first time in days, Donna was fully clothed and was surprised at how weird it felt.  When Donna got home, she followed a trail of discarded clothes to her mother. Her mom could be a real slob and Donna had to clean up after her often. Izzy was sunbathing nude when she saw her daughter approaching. She told Donna, “Better relax while you can. Won’t be much time to relax starting tomorrow.” Donna decided to join her mom when it suddenly occurred to her, she hadn’t even considered buying a swim suit. In just a few days, she had gone from only wearing one piece bathing suits to wearing no bathing suit. She stripped of her clothes, added them to her mother’s pile, and dove into the pool. After swimming for a few minutes, she got out and laid next to her mom to try to even out her tan. Soon, she noticed her mom looking at her body. Izzy pointed at Donna’s pubic area and said, “If it’s going to be on display, we need to do something about that.” She then got up and went into the house, returning with cordless trimmers and a disposable razor. She then, to Donna’s surprise and embarrassment, went about the task of shaving her daughter’s pussy. Soon, Donna’s pussy was as smooth and hairless as her mother’s. She reached down to feel her smooth crotch, and marveled at how much more exposed she felt. Part 8 Donna and Izzy rode to work together for the first day of the experiment. It would be a little weird working with her mom, but had to admit that it was comforting to know that, if she ended up naked, she wouldn’t have to ride her bike home. Being naked for tips was one thing, but free was something else. If just hanging out in town, she preferred to be clothed. Izzy, on the other hand, was so excited about losing all of her clothes and being nude in front of numerous people that she could barely contain her excitement. She had come up with her own game and couldn’t wait to tell the boss. Izzy went straight to Myrna upon their arrival to tell her about the idea. “I call it “Stump the Bartender”. I will have a bartending guide on the counter. If they pay their ten bucks, they get to pick a drink from the book. If I don’t know how to make it without looking, they win an article of clothing.” Myrna approved the idea and told Izzy, “Just don’t lose your clothes too quickly.” Myrna had given Donna rides home on nights with bad weather and had been invited to come in and visit. Given how little clothing she wore with a guest around, it was obvious that she was an exhibitionist. (After finding out that her body didn’t offend Myrna, she often sat and talked with her wearing only panties.)  It appeared that all of the girls had the same idea as Donna. They had gone to goodwill or dug out some old clothes that they didn’t wear any more. They weren’t tacky or grubby looking, but most of the clothes were obviously old and worn. Only Izzy wore something fancy looking. She had a few old uniforms from the casino and wanted to get rid of them. This way she could get rid of those uncomfortable uniforms, get to take her clothes off in public, and get paid to do it. This was going to be the greatest job ever. The night started out relatively normal. All of the regulars came in at the regular time, but once they learned about the new arrangement, the cell phones came out and the place became packed. Myrna’s regulars made up about two – thirds of the crowd and all of them paid for a chance to see more of Myrna than ever before. The girls kept up with the crowd pretty good for a while. Myrna and Skye in particular were uncomfortable about stripping for these people and were hoping that they wouldn’t lose much if any clothing. The first to lose anything was Brandi. She was easily distracted and forgot about the two gentlemen who came in ten minutes ago. Given her ample busom, no one was surprised when the gentlemen asked for her shirt. About a half hour later, someone got her bra. The next was Skye, who just got tired and lost track of a table. This table also had two gentlemen, both of whom had punch cards. That added twenty dollars to their tab but, unfortunately for Skye, required two articles of clothing as payment. Skye was now bottomless and blushing all over. However, due to feeling empathy for her shyness, both men left a twenty dollar tip. After the dinner rush was over, Myrna was the only one still fully dressed. Donna had lost her shirt ( can’t look too eager to strip ), Izzy was in her bra and panties, Skye still had her shirt and bra, and Brandi was naked. Guys found that if they kept her talking, she would forget about the other tables until it was too late. She also had made a few hundred dollars in tips, even with her lousy service. It was about this time that the O’Donnell boys came in. They were five brothers who had a bad habit of drinking too much and becoming loud and obnoxious. They were Myrna’s regulars, partially because they liked Myrna and also because none of the other waitresses wanted to deal with them. When they learned about the wager, each got a card and quietly sat at an open table. Myrna saw them come in, but was dealing with an extremely picky customer. Once done with him, she headed to the O’Donnell’s table but was stopped by a customer complaining about his food. He didn’t take a punch card and was saying that their little game was ruining the fine establishment that her father built. Myrna offered to either replace his food or have it taken off of his bill. He chose the latter and finally let her tend to her other customers . When Myrna got to the O’Donnell’s table, they were all smiles as they showed her their punch cards. It had been eight minutes and they had five punch cards. Myrna only had four articles of clothing, so to make up for the fifth they had her get up on the table to strip. Before she could get started, someone went to the CD player and put on “Cherry Pie” by Warrant. Myrna was mortified. All she needed was a pole to swing on. Ever the stalwart optimist she decided to make the best of it. She’d give them a show and see how much cash she could wring out of them. Myrna was a gorgeous woman. She wasn’t a stick figure with huge fake boobs, but had a more classical, curvaceous body like a Marilyn Monroe or Jane Mansfield. When she started swaying to the music and rubbing her hands over her body she got everyone’s attention, even the girls. Poor Marco who was so busy in the kitchen was the only one missing it. She reached up to her collar and, as Warrant punctuated the lyric “Swing It”, she tore the shirt open and let it fall from her body. Then, swaying her hips to the music, she slowly pushed her shorts to her knees and let them fall to the table. Dancing there in her underwear she looked sexy, strong, and confident, but on the inside the embarrassment was almost more than she could bear. Even though her mind was screaming, “Stop. Run Away!”, she knew that this was Betting Town and she had accepted the terms. There was no backing out. She slowly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slide off of her firm breasts. As it fell, she caught one of the straps with her right hand and started twirling it above her head to the beat. She dropped the bra behind her, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slid the last guard of her modesty to her knees and let them drop on the table. She then stood up and danced until the song was over. Part 9 Donna was not a lesbian and didn’t even have any bisexual curiosity, but she had to stop and admire the beauty of her friend as she danced nude on the table. She also had to admire her courage. Although Myrna was exuding confidence on the outside, Donna knew that putting on this show was pure determination and her resolve to save her father at any cost, her personal modesty be damned. For the men at the bar who had been undressing her with their eyes for years, this was beyond their wildest wet dreams. They practically threw money at her. By the end of the night she would be well on her way to paying for her father’s medical needs. Donna was inspired by her friend and wanted to put on a show of her own. Skye was down to just her bra and Izzy was naked. Donna was feeling overshadowed again. She went to another table, four guys with cards, but it had only been six minutes. “Damn, I was hoping to get you dancing on our table”, one of the customers grumbled. It was then that Donna got an idea. She told them, ”How about a second chance. If you’re each willing to buy another card, I’ll take your orders. If I’m not back with your food in ten minutes, you’ll get your show.” The guys jumped at this new chance knowing that the odds were in their favor. Donna also knew that it was all but impossible to bring back four orders in ten minutes. Just to be sure, she waited back there seven minutes before putting in their order. After eleven minutes had passed, she went back to them and said, “Looks like you win. The food is nowhere near done. Ready for your show?” Two of the young men helped her up on the table while another went to the CD player and put on “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC. Donna started dancing and caressing herself to the rhythm of the music. She whipped her sports bra off to free her breasts and started teasing her nipples. She looked around to find all attention focused on her. Even Marko, who was on break, was watching. It was then that she realized that it wasn’t the nudity that excited her as much as the attention her nudity brought her. After all of these years living in the shadow off her beautiful exhibitionist mother and her gorgeous friends, she was starved for attention.  She slid her shorts down to her knees, making sure to wiggle her ass the whole time. She then grabbed the waistband of her panties on her right side, pulled them away from her body, and told one of the guys to grab them. She did the same with the left side, front and back. She then loudly said, “Make a wish boys and pull to see who’s wish will come true.” With that, all four pulled as hard as they could until the panties were ripped into four pieces. She looked at the guy holding the biggest piece and said, “I guess you get your wish.” She then danced on the table for the remainder of the song and the next one. At the end of the evening they tallied the tips. Myrna was the big winner since every man in the bar had wanted to see her naked. Donna came in second with Izzy the stripping bartender in third. Skye, who managed to hang on to her bra (although she had to admit she felt weird being the only female who wasn’t completely nude), came in fourth. Brandi, although nude with a great body, came in last due to lousy service. Not every customer was there to play, and those customers tipped based on service. Brandi had been too busy flirting and showing off. The bar had seen its most profitable night ever. I was so good that Myrna gave everyone the next day off because she needed to order more food and booze. Part 10 Donna was somewhat surprised to find that the other girls had brought an extra set of clothes with them for the trip home, just in case. Donna and Izzy were the only ones leaving the bar nude. The thought had never even occurred to Donna that she could bring extra clothes. After a few nights with no choice but to go home in the buff, it had somehow seemed almost normal. She was a bit embarrassed by her lack of foresight. Izzy, on the other hand, had considered this and chose to play dumb. The only things better than driving nude through downtown would be biking or walking through. She just wished that she had insisted on riding bicycles to work to “save gas”. The more public exposure plus the bicycle seat against her nude pussy had her juices running down her legs. Fortunately no one seemed to notice. On the way home, Donna told Izzy about wishing she had brought an extra set of clothes like the others. Izzy gave her a puzzled look and said, “I thought you were enjoying being naked. I know that you lost your clothes on purpose. I saw you standing around waiting for time to pass.” Donna went on to tell her that, although she liked the attention, she could only be naked in a place where nudity was accepted and would make her money. She could probably handle being a stripper, but her nudity had to help her financially and she was in control. She knew that if someone at the bar did something inappropriate, Marco and the others were there to help her.  Izzy wasn’t worried about someone groping her. She had gotten used to a little groping by the drunks at the casino. She also had a brown belt in Tae-Kwon-Do and had picked up some brawling tips from the bouncers. She could kick the average guys ass easily, even naked. Truth be told, her and another female exhibitionist from her class had privately sparred nude for their safety in their naked escapes. Heck, she was faster and harder to grab naked. If her and the other woman been allowed to attend class naked, they might be black belts. As they drove home they saw a familiar person. Stacey was sitting on the side of the road frowning and looking bored. When they stopped and Donna asked what was going on. Stacey told them that her sister was having a house party while their parents were out of town. June’s male classmates were so fixated on Stacey that her sister took her keys and locked her out. She didn’t know when the party would end and wasn’t looking forward to sleeping outside. Stacey was wearing a halter top with no bra and cutoff shorts that showed a little butt cheek at the bottom. Donna could empathize with June since Stacey dressed like this was a major reason that boys never seemed to notice her. Donna asked Izzy if Stacey could stay with them. Izzy liked Stacey. She was pretty, very friendly , and had been a good friend of Donna’s since grade school. She was also a lot of fun to mess with and was often oblivious to the fact that she was being messed with. Izzy noticed that the whole time they were talking, Stacey seemed to not even register that the two women she was talking to were both naked. Izzy smiled a mischievous smile and said, “Of course she can, but I’m afraid that I don’t allow clothing in my car. I’ll open the trunk and you can put them in there.” Donna gave her mom a puzzled look and was about to say something, but Stacey had already peeled off her top and was working on her shorts. She soon pushed them down her legs showing that she was not wearing panties either. Once again, Donna could empathize with June. Stacey then entered the back seat and they drove away, leaving Stacey’s clothes on the street. Part 11 When they arrived at the house, Izzy and Stacey went inside while Donna went to the back of the car to retrieve her friend clothing to find a still open trunk and no clothes. With the shock of her mother telling her friend to strip on the side of the street and her friend doing so without hesitation, Donna hadn’t noticed that her friend getting in without going to the trunk. Izzy had noticed and,of course, said nothing. Izzy loved the idea of Stacey’s uptight parents coming to pick up their nude daughter who had no clothes to put on. Donna went inside to tell her friend the bad news just as Stacey finished leaving a message at her house informing them of her whereabouts. Donna told Stacey the news, to which Stacey just shrugged her shoulders and said, “Oopsie. Oh well, I’m not scheduled to work the next few days. I’ll get some clothes when mom takes me home.” The fact that she would possibly have to be nude until then and her mom might have a fit when she saw her daughter didn’t phase her. Frankly, Stacey didn’t care if she was clothed or nude, as long as she wasn’t cold. The first few times she was stripped due to a lost bet, right around the time she started to develop, she was terribly embarrassed. Now, it seemed easier to count the days she was properly dressed than try to count those that she wasn’t. Due to lost bets and her sisters pranks, she was quite certain that the entire town knew her body almost as well as she did. Especially after the school play incident. Two years ago, Stacey and June were in the high school/ junior high performance of “Sleeping Beauty”. Stacey (who had developed early) was cast as the lead while June (a late bloomer)was cast as a soldier, a boys role, due to a lack of male participation. Stacey would get to wear the princess dress while June would be in boy’s clothes wearing a fake moustache. June’s jealousy caused her to take drastic measures. First, she hid all of Stacey’s undergarments. Next, she stole and destroyed all of the costume but the dress. Stacey was forced to go onstage wearing only the dress, which was a little big and lightweight since it was made to be worn with other layers.  When Stacey took the stage, the lights made it apparent that much of the costume was missing. Stacey, ever stalwart, felt that the show must go on. She constantly had to adjust the dress and tried her best to move naturally. June thought that this would humiliate her sister, but it didn’t show and all of the boys were drooling over her. Further steps had to be taken. As all were busy preparing for the last scene, where Sleeping Beauty lay on a pedestal in the middle of the stage awaiting her prince, June went to work. She put strong glue on the pedestal where Stacey’s body would lay, trying to avoid areas where skin or hair may come in contact and waited knowing Stacey would have to lay there perfectly still for 15-20 minutes. After the prince kissed Stacey (and copped a feel), Stacey tried to get up, bus was stuck.. Stacey, somewhat panicked, yelled “ I can’t move.” June took the opportunity and shouted, “Men, we must help the princess. Grab her arms and pull.” Before Stacey could protest, she was pulled up while her dress remained glued to the pedestal. The only parts of the costume remaining were her shoes, the crown, and the sleeves of the dress. Everything else was on full display for the crowd, which consisted of about 80% of the town, many taking video for those who couldn’t make it. Stacey froze, hands up signaling “stop”, and couldn’t think of what to do. Unfortunately for her, the play was to end with her dancing with the prince while the cast gathered around and watched. The prince made sure to twirl her a few times to make sure the crowd saw everything. Then, as the curtain closed and Stacey thought the ordeal was over, she was pulled in front of the curtain to take her bow, then a second bow, then a third. Finally she was allowed to go to her dressing room and get her clothes. June was pleased with the results. Stacey was thoroughly embarrassed and June was commended by the director for her quick thinking. She also found herself strangely aroused. Seeing Stacev’s humiliation had excited her like never before, and she wanted more. She would get more as that scene was posted on the internet for the world to see, quickly going viral and getting the most hits for two months straight. After that, Stacey didn’t see much point in hiding her body, and June (unbeknownst to her family) set up a website where the world could see all videos of Stacey’s nude escapades. She charged $10 a month per subscription and was gonna be set when it was time to go to college. Part 12 Since neither girl had work the next day, Izzy let them sleep in. When they awoke around eleven, they found her out by the pool doing some nude sunbathing. Since both girls were still naked, they decided to join her. After baking for a while, all three decided to get in the pool to cool off. Stacey had never swam nude before, it took forever to get her parents to accept bikinis. She asked if she could come over for a swim more often. As they were lounging in the pool, Stacey’s mother arrived to pick her up. Her name was Angela. She was about the same height as Izzy, with black hair with a few gray streaks pulled back into a bun. She wore horn-rimmed glasses, brown business attire with matching brown skirt and white blouse, and black flats. No but her husband knew that her attire hid a smoking body. Stacey had definitely gotten her nice butt and DDs from her mom. She knocked on the door which they could hear in the back yard (she had a loud cop-knock), and Izzy yelled that they were around back. Initially, when she saw them, she didn’t notice their attire. She knew from past encounters that Izzy liked to show her body, so she figured that they had loaned her daughter a suit and they were all wearing those little bikinis that Stacey liked so much. She didn’t approve and was sure it was Izzy’s influence on her daughter, but tried to remain cordial for the sake of their daughters. It wasn’t until Stacey had walked into the shallow end to get to the stairs that Angela realized that her daughter was topless. She gasped and said, “Stacey, where is the rest of your suit?” to which Stacey replied, “What suit?” It finally dawned on her that her daughter was swimming completely naked, and that the others were naked as well. In anger and embarrassment, she charged toward them to get her daughter but failed to notice the pool skimmer. She slipped and her forward momentum took her into the pool. All the girls were laughing and Izzy whispered an idea to Donna. As Stacey helped her drenched mother out of the pool, Izzy came up to her and said, “Oh my, we need to get you out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.” Before Angela could speak, Donna and Izzy went to work undoing and peeling of her clothes. Beneath her outer clothing, she wore a full white bra (functional but definitely not flattering), a half-slip and “granny panties” of which she was also stripped. There she stood by the pool wearing only her glasses (her shoes were still in the pool so Stacey dove in and retrieved then), and in Donna’s head the song “Stacy’s Mom” by Fountains of Wayne kept playing. For someone who didn’t show of her body, she certainly kept it in awesome shape. Her butt was tone without any “cottage cheese”. Her stomach, while not a six-pack, was flat and tone. Her breasts were round and firm and didn’t sag, probably from rarely going without support for very long. Donna began to wonder how women in this family didn’t have back problems. Her skin was very pale, showing no signs of tanning, and her bush was trimmed into a neat inverted triangle that looked like an arrow pointing to her pussy. Apparently, her husband liked her neatly trimmed because Donna was sure Angela didn’t trim for her own tastes. Once Angela came to her senses, she dove into the pool for the cover that the water provided. She then handed Stacey her glasses and hairpins as she took down her already ruined bun hairdo. She did not need the glasses for anything but reading, but her husband had a thing about women wearing glasses and she liked them because she thought that they made her look smart. Donna thought that Angela looked even better with her hair down and wondered why she seemingly tried so hard to hide her beauty. Izzy was surprised as well. She expected to find a pudgy woman with “junk in her trunk”, not the gorgeous woman she saw now hiding in her pool. For Angela, the answer was simple. She kept in shape for her health and her husband’s pleasure. She believed that her body was a temple, and in her sex life was her husband’s just as his was for her. She didn’t show off her body, because she deeply loved her husband and his was the only attention she wanted. She just couldn’t understand her children. Stacey seemed to be ambivalent and June seemed to try to strip and embarrass her sister at every opportunity. If this kept up, Angela was afraid that Stacey would become a nudist and June some kind of sadistic voyeur enjoying other’s misfortune and embarrassment. Donna and Stacey got back in the pool to keep Angela company. They both told her how awesome she looked and asked for workout tips to try to lessen her discomfort. Donna thought stripping her was funny at first, but could see the distress on her face and now just wanted to comfort her. Stacey just couldn’t take her eyes off of her mom. Who knew her mom was such a hottie. After about 40 minutes, Izzy came out (still nude) carrying two towels, Angela’s clothes, and a new summer dress that Donna had bought. It would be tight, but it should cover Stacey enough for a ride home. It was tight in the chest and barely covered her butt and pussy, but she was covered. Angela was dismayed to find that Izzy had misplaced (on purpose) her undergarments. Izzy offered to go look for them while Angela hung out naked in or by the pool, but Angela just wanted to be covered and go home. She had gotten her fill of nudity for a good long while. Stacey couldn’t wait to get home and tell June about this. She would be so upset that she missed it. Part 13

No Clothes Allowed by BlueMenace Chapter one It was afternoon and a young boy, thirteen years old, was watching outside as a car pulled up to his house. In the car there were his mother and two sisters. The girls had managed to get into some trouble at school and the principal had invited their mother and the girls to discuss it. They had been away for surprisingly long but now they were finally back. When the boy's mother and his two sisters got out of the car he couldn't believe his eyes. This was definitely not what he had expected. Her two sisters and mother were all butt naked from head to toes as they approached the house. All of them trying desperately to cover up their bits. The boy, whose name was Leo, watched shocked and curious as the females got inside the house. "Why are you all naked!" The boy shouted in confusion to his mother. "Listen Leo we need to talk," said the mother taking a little break, clearly embarrassed about the situation, "as you know your sisters had gotten into some trouble at school and the principal asked me to go with them to meet him. The principal told me that the school they are going to is part of the new program organized by the state. They believe that forced nudity, as they put it, will solve many problems in schools. They also believe that the parents are always the ones responsible for their kids and therefore should be punished with them", the woman definitely wasn't just joking. It looked like this was really the truth. "Do you mean that you have to be naked now?" The boy couldn't believe what he had heard. "Yes honey. We all need to stay naked like this for a month. Only for a month as we made an arrangement that we would volunteer to help the newspapers to spread the knowledge about this new program. Tomorrow a photography group sent by the newspaper will arrive to do a news article about us", his mom said, trying to act confident and brave but Leo could tell that she was terrified of the idea of being in the newspaper. "Will you have to be naked everywhere? Like everywhere?" The now curious boy asked. Her mother took a second before with a broken voice replied, "Yes… everywhere." Leo was now overwhelmed by this news and instantly started to check out their bodies more closely. Her sisters, one being 17 and one 16, were both beautiful and now even better looking when totally naked. Sadly for the boy both of his sisters were still covering their lost private parts but he was sure that they would have to remove the hands at some point. They just had to. Both of the girls' bodies looked fairly similar being pretty and slim but still having the right curves in the right places. Even with their hands covering their tits Leo could still notice that Brigittas, who was the younger of the two, tits seemed to be noticeably bigger than her sister Signes. Meanwhile the boy clearly saw how his mother Iris still had the biggest breast. What came to their other features the sisters looked surprisingly different. Signe had brown hair like Leo but Brigittes hair was red like their mothers. Brigitte also had a lot of freckles covering her face while her siblings barely had any. Too soon for the boys liking the girls continued deeper to the house and to upstairs towards the living room and kitchen. But as the girls passed Leo he now got an undistorted view of their round butts. The boy had actually never kept her sisters very good looking but now that he could see them like this his mind had completely turned around. The two girls, who would have been considered as solid 10s by most, walked upstairs with their mother following them behind. What came to Iris, the boy's mother, she was a very good looking woman and the signs of multiple pregnancies had been hidden well. At an age of 37 she was still in great shape with her big tits still looking great and her body only being improved with age. Most men would have surely lusted after her and that was exactly what she was now afraid of. In the upstairs Iris had started to prepare the meal for them while the girls were kind of just roaming around trying to find a comfortable place to be with their new style. As Leo got there after them he couldn't take his eyes away from his sister Brigitte who had sat on the couch and turned the tv on. She was laying there sideways, her legs closed and crossed while covering her big boobs with her arm. Those boobs were almost gushing away from behind her hand as they had been pressed together tightly against her skin from her arms pressure. Signe on the other hand was sitting on an armchair on the other side of the room also her legs crossed and tits covered. Her peanut brown eyes staring down at her brother. He probably thinks that this is funny, she thought while continuing to ogle him. From the two sisters Brigitte looked more approachable and chill at the moment so Leo went to sit right next to her on the sofa. "So, Brig you guys need to be naked now all the time right?" Leo asked, trying to sound as friendly and innocent as possible. "Yeah it's not even my fault. It was all Signes doings", she answered, giving an annoyed look to her sister, "And now I need to suffer from this. And to think that Monday I have to go to school totally naked too!" Brigitte was not clearly plaintive and a bit sad. "Hey, you don't have to worry at all. You look great like this. I bet you're just going to make other girls jealous that they don't look as pretty as you", Leo cheered her up slightly making her feel a bit weirded out by being called good looking by her own brother but she understood what he meant. "Thanks I guess", she mumbled checking out if her tits were still fully contained under her arm. Brigitte had always been Leo's favorite over his other sister Signe. The cute redhead was simply always so sweet and caring toward him and there surely was no person on the planet who would have not liked Brigitte. "By the way, why do you need to stay naked here? How can they know what you guys are wearing at our home?" Leo asked, a bit surprised that the idea had only now come to his mind. "They can't yet, but tomorrow they will be putting up a CCTV system in our home so they can monitor us. They said that it's AI controlled and will recognize the person by their face. Similar cameras have been put up in all public places during the last few weeks to keep track of people suffering under these new nudity punishments. "Video cameras!? In our house?" The boy shouted, getting scared by the idea. "Don't worry the cameras will only be put on our rooms and in the living room and kitchen. Your room and bathrooms will be left alone. And as I said before they are AI controlled so no human will see those recordings, or at least that's what they told us", she said trying to calm the boy down while she herself felt extremely nervous. "Do you think that you can cover up for the rest of the month? It might be hard to live without hands", the boy asked, waiting for the first time that he could see their boobs or pussies. "Actually I'm afraid we can't be covering up anymore after tomorrow. The camera system will automatically detect any action trying to block a view to any private areas", the girl said, starting to feel even more nervous now. "Wow really? I mean I'm sorry to hear that," Leo said, now excited. That meant that if he managed to get them outside to a public place they would be forced to show their private places to everyone but that was easier said than done. After all it was Friday and the girls probably weren't in a mood to go out now. Then Leo was struck with a far simpler idea. He got up and went to his mother Iris who was still preparing the food. "Hi", Leo said caughting her mother off guard. The woman had stopped covering up as she had started to make the food and overall seemed to be the one least shy about their body. "Oh hi Leo do you want something?" Iris asked after turning up to face him. The boy now got a perfect view of her mothers huge breasts and her pussy surrounded by a layer of pubic hair. Those were the first pussy and tits the young teen boy had ever seen in his life. "I was just thinking that as from tomorrow you guys can't cover up anymore it would be best for everyone that you would already stop it. Otherwise it will be a sudden shock to you", Leo said, acting like he was just thinking about what was best for the women. "Hmm you might be right…" her mother managed to say before being interrupted by the boy. "Good I think you should tell my sisters now that covering up will not be tolerated," Leo, with a big grin on his face, said. Iris then did as Leo had suggested and told both of these girls to keep their arms and hands far away from their private parts. Both of the sisters of course protested at first but they didn't want to anger their mother and so in the end they agreed. As the girls slowly raised their arms the boy could now finally see their perfect tits. Signes' tits, nicely shaped, had small areolas that could barely be told apart from her skin. Her nipples, small and perky, instantly caught the boy's eyes. Signe herself, now totally embarrassed, felt like she had done nothing to deserve this. His own brother staring at her tits was finally too much for her and she decided to get up from the chair and go down stairs to her room. As she stood up his brother, Leo, had gotten a nice view of her bald pussy but she was simply too annoyed to care at that point. Now the boy's attention had switched over to Brigitte. The cute teen was doing her best to avoid eye contact with her brother. Her tits big and round hanging freely and being ogled by the boys was one of the most embarrassing moments of her life if not the most embarrassing. Her big light nipples looked fascinating to the boy but he had now also noticed that as the girl's hand no longer covered her crotch, a red pubic hair could be seen on top of her pussy. Too bad that as the girls legs were still crossed and closed well not much else could be seen. "Brig wanna do something?" Leo asked with some back thoughts, of course. "No sorry but I just wanna be here", Brigitte replied while still not daring to look at the boy. Was she really that shy about her boobs? Maybe she thought that they were too big for someone her age, Leo thought, "Hey if you're embarrassed about your tits don't be. They're… they're very good tits… yes", the boy stammered. "Oh no it's not that. I'm just scared of tomorrow's registration shoot. We are going to a police office where they take pictures of us and then give us this nudity ID card. Also our names will be put on the internet to the official policies site so everyone can see who has broken the new rules", she said looking down at the floor. "Wow, what was the site's name again?" Leo asked instantly, wanting to see what kind of pictures they would be taking. After Brigitte told him the site's name the boy went to his own room and opened his laptop to check it out. A regular police site, wait what's that, "Read about the new Nudity Punishments", sounds right. The boy couldn't believe it when he finally found the place where they told info about the registration photoshoot. He opened up a file containing info and examples pictured. A full body picture, a picture of face, one from tits, a very close up from pussy, a picture from ass, a bent over photo with legs slightly spread apart. The boy was now in total shock that these kinds of pictures would be taken of his family members. Wait, here's something about some videos? A video of the person doing jumping jacks, a video of her standing in her hands, another one of her stretching. Leo, now fantasizing about what would Brigittes boobs would look like if she was jumping, suddenly woke up and realized that if he managed to get girls in his class and school in trouble the same would happen to them. These new nude punishments were real. This was all too perfect to be true. He only wished that the pictures and videos would have been published to the site itself. He noticed that it was explained that it was this footage would be fed to the AI that then could then identify the women to supervise them. What did this girl do, he thought to himself but then he found the answer to that. He scrolled through the site but learned that as this program was still new no girls or women in his town had been stripped yet and it looked like his family was going to be the first. Soon his mother called him to go eat with the others. Now Signe was again in the living room, this time sitting on the table, her boobs nicely presented to him. Brigitte was also sitting on the table waiting to get the food. Soon their mother came to them with the food and they could finally eat. It was slightly awkward at first but Leo was quick to break the silence, "So I noticed how Signe doesn't have any pubic hair on her coochie like you guys do. Does it have something to do with her small tits? Hasn't she reached puberty yet?" He asked knowing well that Signe was most likely just shaving her pussy but he wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible. "No… I have just been… been shaving it off", she replied slightly embarrassed. "Really, why? Were you going to show it to someone?" Iris hadden gotten enough of the boy's questions and decided to stop the conversation, "That's really something inappropriate to talk about at the table." The boy understood her but felt slightly annoyed. He then changed his focus to Brigitte who was ignoring the rest of them and mainly focusing on her own food. "Brig, what do you think about being naked?" Leo asked. The girl slowly pulled his head up from the food to meet the boy's eyes but again they had been locked at her tits, "It's… refreshing if nothing else." The dinner went fairly smoothly and the girls returned to their rooms soon after. Leo was left only with his naked mother. "Mom, can I invite friends over?" He suddenly asked. "Well… I guess that it wouldn't be fair to you to suffer from our mistakes so yes you can", she replied a bit hesitantly. "Cool" Leo knew everything he needed. Maybe he could even try to blackmail his sisters by threatening to invite his friends over or maybe even the girl's own male friends. This whole situation had really made his day so much better now. Too bad that the clock was now already six and he knew that he had to act fast if he still today wanted to see more of his sisters. Leo got up from the laptop, walked out of the room, and went to knock on her sisters, Brigittes, door, "Wanna play some board games?", the boy asked her. Few seconds passed without an answer passed but then the girl slowly opened up the door, "Eh I don't know. I'm currently…" "Mom, Brig doesn't want to play board games with me!" The girl, not wanting to provoke their mother, instantly agreed, "Okay okay, let's play." The boy knocked the door all the way open and walked inside carrying a chess board he had picked up from his own room. Brigitte tried to slow him but he was clearly resolute about getting in. As he was now standing in the middle of the nicely arranged calmly decorated room he noticed that the girl's laptop was open and in the default desktop view. He could also sense some self-consciousness in his sister who was awkwardly just standing there, still naked of course. The boy, slightly having some suspicions about the girl, quickly got over them and put the board on the floor. "Do you want to play here? There would be tables and chairs upstairs. Wouldn't it be better?" Brigitte, kind of confused, asked. "No, let's play here, on the floor", he answered immediately while now already setting the pieces up. He had planned this and this was all his plan to see more of the girl and her hiding behind a table wasn't part of it. The redhead, who had so far tried to not directly face the boy or alternatively imperceptibly kept her hands hanging in front of her pussy to hide it without directly covering it, now reluctantly sat down cross-legged and was now exposing more than she herself realized. Leo, obviously had noticed it but this time was trying to make it less obvious so the girl wouldn't change her position. In the current situation Leo could finally clearly see his sister's vagina without it being hidden behind something. Her pussy, which had some red pubes, looked beautiful. “So would you prefer white or black?” Brigitte asked the boy. “The what?” Jack, completely lost about the situation, a bit jumped, asked. “Do you want to pick white pieces or the black ones?” the girl now realizing what the boy had been looking at, “Did you come here to play or stare at me?” To stare at you, of course. What kind of question even is that? “To play obviously. And you can pick the color”, he snorted, acting offended. The girl not believing him but having nothing she could do about it turned the board around to make her first move which was e4, the King's Pawn Opening, a classic, best by a test as the former world champion had used to say. Leo instantly replied with a e5 as he used to do. Grabbing some space for himself too. Both of the kids were good players. Nothing too great but still good. They had many times played against each other and by now knew each other's play styles and strategies. Leo had always been a very confident and aggressive player, crabbing as much space as possible and then efficiently stretching his opponents defenses open and then overwhelming their weak positions before delivering the final deadly blows. What came to Brigitte she had always been a very positional player not looking for material but for better positions that she could turn to her own gain. Known for being able to struggle against overwhelming attacks she could find the victory from where others would have already resigned. Usually being more passive and letting her opponents dig their own graves she knew how to counter his brother's ideas and turn them against him. Brigittes second move much like her first caught the boy off guard. D5, now giving away one of her center pawns in exchange to one of the blacks turning the game into a Center Game. Not a bad deal when explained like that but after the recapture she would forcibly lose a lot of tempo and basically tell black that she wasn't feeling like playing white. After Leo had captured the pawn the girls again gave up on her own by playing the ambitious and aggressive move c3. Why had this usually so sharp and steady chosen to play the Danish Gambit out of all the possible openings. The boy eager to exploit her arrogance took the pawn and the pawn the girl then offered to him after that move. Now being two pawns up while the whites position had been torn open the boy feeling good about himself let his guard down for the next phase of the game, middle game. Moves were made and everything seemed fine for the boy but the girl suddenly completely ignored that her knight was hanging. Was it a mistake? No she was too good for such an obvious blunder, Leo though, she had seen something that I didn't. The boy, feeling like he was becoming stupider over time, couldn't see the idea behind the girl's choice but the girl just kept staring at him, her boobs and pussy wide exposed, “What's the problem? Can’t find it?” she laughed at him mischievously. “Your bluffing”, the now annoyed boy said and aggressively took the free knight. Then the hell was let loose as the girls threw in the least expected move and sacrificed her queenside rook for a single pawn. Now Leo was getting scared but he still couldn't see the plan behind these moves. Yes, the girl had now created a square in the center for her now only remaining knight but he could easily kick it away with a pawn. There were no forks, no pins, no surprise checks, there was absolutely nothing for the girl here. The boy took the rook now starting to feel like his naked sister was trying to lose. The knight moved to the square she had created but why. There was no life there for it, nothing. The boy attacked the knight but now the girls basically told him that she didn't care anymore about the knight as she sacrificed her QUEEN. Well not really as the queen couldnt be taken and even the boy saw it. It would lead to a mate in 5, a beautiful mate in 5 by both bishops and the knight. Was this the girl's plan all along? Well what if he just blocked the bishop with his pawn. Now both the queen and the knight were hanging and she could only save one of them. The boy, sure about his victory, was shocked when the girl again sacrificed a piece. This time it was her bishop. Now it was starting to make sense. If he captured the queen it would still be checkmate in 5. If he took the bishop it would be mate in 4 moves. The boy now desperately trying to defend was faced by his sister's fearless moves as she continued to give up material until she only had her knight and queen left against the boy's two rooks, two bishops and a knight. Then the final killing blow was delivered as the girl gave up her queen forcing the boy to take it which led to a stunning smothered mate by the girl's knight. What a game. The boy just stared at the board now with a bland expression. He had lost the moment he picked that free knight. He hadn't seen any of this, "Wow", was now all he could say. "Don't worry you played okay, at least the first few moves", the naked girl laughed feeling satisfied about the brilliant match. During the game both of them had almost forgotten the girl's nudity but now Leo was again staring at her tits and exposed pussy, "So what else can we do." "Well I actually would like to just…" "We should go outside! Let's go throw some basketball!" Leo, now excited and wanting to get a girl to move, said. Brigitta didn't really like the idea of going outside naked so she instantly protested against his brother, "I can't go there like this. Not naked", she said, trying to talk sense to her brother. "C'mon you're going to have to stay like that for a whole month. You can't stay inside forever and it's better to face your fears sooner than later, right?" Leo said, trying to encourage her older sister. "Well I just can't…" "Hey either we go out now to play or I'm going to invite some of my friends here. Then we can all together have some fun. You, me, my friends, I could even invite some of your own classmates. I bet they would love to hang out with you." Brigittes face went black as she heard what his brother had said, "You can't do that!" Leo now quickly crabbed out his phone and took a picture of her naked sister. He had managed to perfectly catch the girl's naked body and her big tits and cute little pussy were both visible in the picture. "What the hell!" Brigitte shouted while now trying to cover herself with her hands. She definitely wasn't going to let her younger brother boss her around for any longer. Then suddenly the door was opened and their mother, butt naked, stepped in, "Brigitte you know that I dont allow any cursing in this…", she said before noticing that the girl was covering up. "Brigitte! What are you doing? I told you before that no covering up would be allowed and here you are cursing and breaking all the rules like some sort of juvenile delinquent", she said clearly now clearly angry towards the naked 16 year old girl. "I'm sorry it's just that…" "Quiet young miss. You have now pushed your luck over its limits and I will be left with no other options than to punish you", the woman was now dead serious. "What?" The girl, terrified of what this meant, asked in terror, as she was overwhelmed by emotions. The woman, still even herself unsure about what would be fitting punishment, now noticed the boy, "Leo as you have been a real model brother for your reckless sister, I think you could come up with a fitting punishment." Leo couldn't believe his ears. Could he now really punish his sister anyway he wanted? This was like a dream come true to him, "Yes I can do it", the boy, maybe a bit too excited, answered. Brigitte was totally embarrassed about her current situation. How had she, a 16 year old teen, gotten herself into this mess. She was now naked and soon to be punished by her 13 year old brother who had no right to have the authority over her, "That's not fair", she mumbled but got ignored by both. Leo spent some time thinking about what would be a fitting punishment before coming up with a great idea, "Mom I think that a good punishment for Brigitte who has been a very bad girl recently, would be simply that from now on I would be in charge of her. I think that by watching over her I could make sure that she follows the new rules and is punished accordingly if she breaks them. I'm only thinking about what is best for her so she doesnt grow up to be some kind of holigan", the boy finally said, making a good impression to her mom. Brigitte couldn't believe what had just been proposed but she was too slow to say anything before her mother agreed completely with the boy, "Leo that's a great idea. Brigitte, from now on you will do as Leo says and no buts." Brigittes point of view Soon I found myself outside, naked, forced to jump on the trampoline with my brother, while my stupid sister, who was the one who got us all into this thing in the first place, was chilling inside playing probably some stupid video games or something. Gosh this was unfair. I felt so exposed with my breasts jiggling as I was jumping. No way to cover myself, I just had to accept the situation. Why did Leo have to propose that kind of punishment for me? Being grounded for a week for example would have been so awesome as I would have needed to go outside as much but no. My brother again had to be such a pain in my ass. Now I was simply praying that no one would notice me. From the windows of other houses the trampoline could be seen but could the people there be able to tell that I was naked, maybe, maybe not. Wait what's that? Other people! Why are they coming here? Oh no, their Leos friends. Knowing that if I covered up Leo would waste no time punishing me by making me do something embarrassing and humiliating, I had no choice but to stand there on the trampoline watching those kids approach. Now suddenly again I felt very conscious about my tits and pussy. Were my tits too big? Did they make me look fat? Was my pussy too hairy? Did my pubes look funny? There I stood, my face red as an apple as the boy's friend finally had reached us. There were two of them, a boy and a girl. I recognized the boy to be Max Leo's good friend who had come to our house a few times to play with him. The girl however was a mystery as I had never seen her before. "Leo, why is your sister totally naked!" Max shouted from shock now that he could finally see mee well. His eyes ogling me from head to toes really made me more nervous. Being naked in front of your brother, someone you have known for your whole life, is truly different from being naked in front of someone a complete stranger to you. "Max she is naked because she got into a lot of trouble and the principal decided to teach her a lesson by giving him a nudity punishment", Leo told his friend while spinning me around like he was showing off his new toy. "No way, is that even legal", the girl, whose name I didn't know asked. "Yeah a new program was started not too long ago and the school is part of it. It's only experimental and might be fully scrapped later if it fails but for now she will have to stay naked 24/7", the boy happily explained, "I think it suits her. She looks so pretty like this doesn't she", the boy continued as he turned me around so they all could see my pussy again. “Yeah she does look pretty”, Max answered clearly intrigued about my body. Being now analyzed and judged by all these kids was starting to make me really nervous but I had no other choice but to stand there naked. This is so embarrassing. “Hey guys you should come here with us. I'm sure this trampoline can hold all of our weights”, Leo said knowing that now those kids could see me even closer. Both of them happily climbed in, now a bit shy to be around a naked teen. Max was definitely the more curious one constantly staring at the girl's exposed body. Suddenly Max broke the silence, "Hey Lisa do you have pubic hair the same way as Brigitte does?" The boy asked the girl whose name seemed to be Lisa. "What!? Uhm…" Lisa was a bit shocked by the sudden question. “Sorry I was just wondering but if you are so shy about it maybe it's better you don't answer.” Lisa, not wanting herself to be called shy, instantly responded, “I'm not shy!” “Well do you have hair down there then?” “No I don't…” she said now feeling like a little girl even though she was already 13. She knew that some of friends had already started to grow hair down there and in some other places but her puberty hadn’t really started properly until a short time ago. Her breasts, still very small, and her body hairless. Sometimes she felt a bit embarrassed when comparing herself to others of her age but luckily for her there were still some of her friends in the same position as her. “Really? Well I have”, claimed Max like it was a thing to be very proud of. Lisa, having a mixture of feelings now quickly responded, “Yeah right, prove it” I just stood there now next to them. Everyone had stopped jumping and were now looking at each other. Max, upset from the girl's nerves then slightly lowered his pants to show off a bit of his pubic hair, “See, I'm more grown up than you Lisa”, he then said feeling good about himself. The girl, smug about that she had just tricked the boy to shove a bit of his body, just coldly responded “Wow mr hairy crotch, congratulations.” Now Max was the one annoyed, “Your turn misses bald kitty, prove that you have no hair down there.” “Why would I do that? That's a private area that I'm not going to show you quite that easily buddy.” “Oh it's like that is it. Its like that…” For a while we all continued jumping on the trampoline, some of us more happy than others. My tits still bouncing up and down being stared by the others made me feel uncomfortable but soon the attention was again directed away from me. Max, a bit salty about the girl's attitude, had decided to get one back against her and had sneaked behind her on the trampoline. He was now waiting for the perfect moment to pull out his new plan. Lisa jumping up and high was caught totally off guard when the boy suddenly grabbed his pants tight while she was moving upwards with a high speed. The aftermath was everything but good for the girl as she whizzed out of her pants, and even worse, her panties. It took the girl half a second to realize what had just happened as she stood there lower half of her body completely naked. Her butt and more importantly completely bald pussy were both exposed to everyone. She instantly covered up with her hands but that wasted her some precious time and now Max had thrown her clothes over the walls that surrounded the trampoline, “No don't do that”, she tried to say but it was far too late for that. She then tried to leave but Max was now standing between her and the trampoline's exit. She had no way to go. I personally felt slightly relieved as now I wasn't the only girl naked here. Maybe I felt a bit bad about what had happened to the poor girl but still now that I no longer were the only one nude I couldn't but smile. “Let me go I need my pants back”, the suddenly so shy and embarrassed girl begged. “Not before you move your arms away from your pussy and give us a good look so we can know for sure that you weren't lying”, Max said with a big grin on his face. Lisa didn't seem to like the idea at all but she was really in no position to protest. She reluctantly moved her hands to her sides again exposing her totally bald little pussy. Both boys, now eyes wide open, took a good look at her exposed hairless kitty before she again covered it, “Can I go now, please?” she tried. “Hmm no. Take your shirt first and give it to us”, Leo now commanded, taking the lead. Everyone knew that the boy would most likely not keep his promise even if the girl did as she was told, “How can I trust you, after you already broke your promise?” she asked, now blushing bright red from the embarrassment. “Do you have any choice? We are in no hurry”, the boy said while walking around the girl, “You know that I can see your cute little butt, right?” he continued cornering the girl. "Cmon Lisa it's not that big of a deal. Look even Brigitte is naked here", Max said while pointing at me. This went on for a while until the girl finally gave up to the boys. She cautiously removed her shirt and we found out that she didn't have a bra under it. Still covering up she wasn't really surprised when the boys then asked her to move her hands to her sides again. Now the shy girl was standing there with her arms at her sides, completely naked, just like me, with her little pussy and tiny tits exposed. The girl who had been so confident before was suddenly very quiet and embarrassed, blushing red. "Hey Lisa, it's okay. You look pretty like this. You don't need to feel embarrassed." "Really?" "Yes", both boys uttered with one voice now starting to make the girl feel better about her nudity. Soon the boys had managed to talk her around and she had agreed to stay like that to the end of the play. As we were again jumping, the boys started to slightly push me and the girl around. Jokingly at first but soon they were really making an effort to make the girls fall over. In no time the girls had now teamed up to fight against the boys and this had turned into a friendly wrestling match. The naked girls against the clothed boys. From the girls team Lisa was the one really going in. She had now a single objective and it was to strip the boys so they would also be naked. When the boys realized what Lisa they were no longer playing and the friendly battle had turned into a survival show, for the boys! That butt naked athletic girl moving with the speed of light was giving the boys a worthy battle. Meanwhile I just played along without really trying to fight as I knew that if I would win and the boys would get stripped Leo would then later surely release his anger towards me in the form of punishments. I took both of the boys to finally tame Lisa who was now holded down against the surface of the trampoline by both of them, "We got you Lisa. We won", said Max, now getting to feel the girl's bare skin. Leo meanwhile had given a spank at the girl's small butt making it recoil a bit from it, "You have been a very naughty girl Lisa", he said and gave another spank to her this time even harder one. "Auch stop it", Lisa tried but another spank then reached her cute bottoms. "Naughty girls need to get punished aren't I right", the boy then said ready to let his hand hit the girls ass again. "Stop it, it hurts", the girl begged. "Hmm, what would you do if we wouldn't give you this nice spanking you so much deserve?" Now Max asked while having some ideas himself. "I don't know just leave me be. I didn't try to strip you. It was an accident." Lisa sounded really honest as she said those words but we all still knew that she was lying. "You could stay all naked like this even after we leave this trampoline", Max suggested feeling like the girl now would either get a good bare bottom spanking which was good for the boy or stay naked which was also good for the boy. Without a second of thought the naked girl had already made up her mind, "Okay I'll stay naked just don't spank me, please." The boys then let the girl free, now happy that they had managed to get her into a situation where she would now need to remain naked for a longer time. Meanwhile inside the house there was a heated argument going on between Signe and her mother Iris "I can't go there like this! Not naked", Signe yelled, upset about the idea. "Signe listen to me. You're going to have to stay naked for a whole month and it's your own fault. You cannot now start to avoid going out. Next week there will even be school and I believe this will be a good practice for you to get used to showing your naked body to everyone", Iris responded to her and Signe knew that she was right but didn't want to believe her. "But I'm already seventeen. I can't just run around butt naked", she tried but her mother instantly stopped her. "Signe you either do this the easy way and go out there like a big girl or I'm going to make you go out there", Iris demanded. The girl knew that she had no choice but to comply and left the house. She picked her car keys on the way out and soon was already driving on the road. "Stupid mom", she mumbled as she drove down the streets…

New Experiences by GWhitefield15 New Experiences Part 1: Locker Room Anxiety Part one of a multi-part story. This first one is pretty tame, and aspects of this will be a slow-burn, but I hope that someone out these enjoys it. Other characters will be introduced as the story continues. As Molly bent down and undid her zipper, she could already feel an increase in her heart-rate. Keeping her eyes firmly on her gym locker, she pulled her jeans down, cringing internally when she felt her panties slide down with them. Her left hand swiftly tugging them back up, she felt her face grow warmer still when a giggle began somewhere behind her. Hoping desperately that it wasn't because of her, she pulled her jeans the rest of the way off, and after snatching her P.E. shorts from her locker, scrambled to put them on. Again, Molly heard a giggle, this time shared by other girls. P.E. was a nightmare, and it had only gotten worse. At 14, Molly was already uncomfortable with her body. She was overweight (not dramatically so, but even being a little chubby, she felt eyes judging her wherever she went), not that athletically inclined (Emma got those gifts, she thought bitterly), and just recently, it hit her that she might be bisexual. All of this led to most unpleasant experiences during gym, especially before and after class started, when she was trapped with twenty other girls in various states of undress, some of whom (even Molly could no longer refuse to admit) were really attractive. It's not fair, she thought, and she stripped herself of her top, and made to undo her bra. Though she knew they were the thoughts of an immature teenager, given she was an immature teenager, she felt she deserved some leeway. The most mortifying part of this all was switching into her sports bra - she had been hesitant to purchase one for this very reason, but her mother talked her into it - at which time her breasts, and more importantly, her nipples (which were, due to either the nervousness of the situation or just plain arousal at the thought of the girls around her) were on full display. If Rachel saw my tits, Molly frantically worried, grabbing for her black sports bra, her hands feeling clammy, her stomach tight, she'd make fun of me for the rest of high school (and as a freshman, that was far from an appealing idea). Not that Molly had ever actually been bullied, or even, for the most part, picked on verbally. Like herself, many girls kept to themselves while changing, though a rare few, supremely confident with their body image, were more, for lack of a better word, easy-going about the whole affair. Rachel was one of them, and Molly, who had seen her boobs only once (and accidentally, at that) thought she had more than enough reason to display her body with the grace of an ancient goddess. Molly, on the other hand, felt like a lump of clay in comparison, and not one having been crafted by masterful hands. Muffin-top aside (which, despite her insistence, didn't seem to go away any), there were few parts of her body that weren't afflicted with freckles. Her acne was close-to-nonexistent (for now, she thought darkly), but the freckles on her butt, face, inner thighs, boobs, all went together to make her feel like she was the punchline of a joke. Plus, she had glasses, which was small next to the chubbiness and the freckles, but wounded her pride even more. All of this to say, though, that Molly had no idea if anyone casually glanced her way and, seeing her nipples erect, assumed she was bi. More likely than not, she was freaking herself out over nothing. But to be so exposed with so many classmates close by, and with it getting harder and harder to hide her vaguely naughty thoughts, she felt that if she was paranoid, no one could blame her. Her sports bra tugged firmly onto her breasts, the fabric rubbing against her more-than-normally sensitive nipples causing Molly to stifle a groan, and hearing no more giggles from behind her, the auburn-haired girl knew the worst was behind her. For now. A reoccurring dream, though, played out much differently. Instead of changing first into her shorts, then into her sports bra, her dreamself took her jeans off and then, her shirt and bra, leaving her with just her panties (in her dreams, she always felt more sexy in them then she did normally) and socks. And instead of hunching over to tackle her breasts into her sports bra, she turned around and examined herself in the mirror, revealing herself not only to her own shy blue eyes, but more fully to the eyes of her classmates. From here, the dream (nightmare, though, may be a more appropriate description) went different directions, depending on how her mind-frame throughout the day was. At times, this scenario turned into a full-blown orgy (which was a joke in itself, Molly considered after waking up, as she had kissed a boy only once, and never had anything close to the type of experiences imagined), and upon waking up, it wasn't uncommon for Molly to find her pajama bottoms soaked with sweat and other fluids. Other times, it was more tame, a slow, sensual scene where the other girls (most of whom didn't even share Molly's dreaded P.E. class with her) undressed and a more soft-core conclusion took place. It was what she dreamed on her really down days she feared the most. Rachel laughing openly and pointing at her erect tits were just the start - soon, they noticed the cameltoe Molly desperately tried to hide, and what started as light jeering soon turned into something ugly. Girls roughly grabbed her arms, forced herself to stand straight and fully exposed. What followed wasn't something Molly really thought possible, outside of a stupid adult movie, but scared her still. One of the girls (often Rachel) would begin forcing herself onto Molly, and the more Molly struggled, the more aroused she felt. On a memorable occasion, she was bent over one of the benches, and what felt like fingers were shoved into both her pussy and butt until she felt a relief rarely felt before. After waking up from that, Molly had felt more humiliated than she ever had in reality. The fact that the dream had actually turned her on something fierce only made it that much worse. Her face a full-blush due to these thoughts, she pulled her XL gym shirt over her head, and straightened it out. She then pulled her short legs down, and discreetly removed a wedgie that had formed. After re-adjusting her glasses, and running a nervous hand through her short auburn hair, Molly stood to face the class, and, more horrifying, the locker room afterwards. It was with a bitter mindset that she considered her sister, two years older, never had to go through an ordeal so embarrassing. New Experiences Part 2: Bad News; Forgotten Emma let out a deep sigh, an attempt to compose herself that mostly felt ineffective. If Jacob went out with her, then- “No,” she audibly spoke, with a shake of her head, as if to banish the thought. She felt a chill run down her back regardless, quite unrelated to the 43 degree weather outside. With despair (even knowing that she was probably being over-dramatic), Emma looked herself over in her locker mirror a second longer, but was jolted from thinking about him again when a voice suddenly spoke. “I heard what happened,” Chloe said, her voice low, as so passing students hadn't an inkling of their conversation, “and I'm sorry.” Chloe, who had been Emma's best friend since halfway through middle school, rarely spoke with such sincerity, and Emma felt all the more glad the two of them were friends. “Do you think-,” Emma began, only to be cut off by Chloe. “Do I think that Jacob and Bridget weren't just studying for the chemistry test,” Chloe finished, with a scoff. It was here that Emma realized her friend seemed just as upset over this as she was, the anger in her brown eyes obvious. “Listen, if the two of you were meant to be together, then he wouldn't have gone over to her place. I know you've had a thing for him since, what, Sophomore year?” Meekly, Emma replied, “Freshmen.” Chloe accepted that without comment. “Just move on, he's obviously not worth it. Give it a few weeks, and start looking for someone else.” Mentally playing this over, Emma tugged at her sweatshirt, the fingers on her left hand anxiously fiddling with a lose string on her sleeve, and the girl looked up at Chloe again. “I don't get why every guy I fall for is suck a dick,” she exclaimed, louder than intended, causing a few passerbys to curiously glance over. She angrily tousled her hair, causing her brown hair to mostly drop from her ponytail, which, in turn, made her even madder. Before she could do or say anything else, though, Chloe put her hands on the girl's shoulders. “Listen,” she said quietly, and Emma saw nothing but her friend's freckled face scrunched up in concern, “we don't have practice today, how about if you come over to my place and we can talk this through.” “Can't,” Emma said, “ or Molls would be alone.” Appearing to bite back her initial response, Chloe said, “Fine, then I can come over, right?” With a shrug, Emma nodded. In truth, she didn't really see how that'd make her feel much better, no matter how good a friend she was, but she still really appreciated the gesture. “Yeah, that'd be fine.” Chloe was raising her arms above her head, her 38B bust size raising with it, as she peered over her topless body in Emma's full-length closet door mirror. Freckles dotted down her chest and stomach, ending at her pelvic region, which was covered, in part, by an ebony thong. Emma watched her with a subtle distaste in her stomach - Chloe had said multiple times in the past that Emma should wear thongs more often, that she had the ass for it, but Emma, feeling immanently more practical (and, though she didn't say so, because she felt uncomfortable in that garment), opted instead for cotton panties almost exclusively. Chloe, with the good-natured ribbing only a good friend could reliably give, still made fun of her for that on occasion. Still, Emma considered, sneaking a swift glance at her friend's mostly visible butt, she does pull the look off. “Joey, from P.E.,” Chloe asked, examining her boobs visually, jolting Emma from her admittedly odd thought. Her jeans on the floor and hands reaching for her pair of shorts, Emma looked up to the reflection of her friend's face and nodded. “Yeah, he kept looking over at my ass.” Chloe's right hand now checking under her right boob for lumps (something, Emma thought, that had to do with her family having a history of breast cancer), Chloe called, “Can you blame him? You're phat.” Bent over, pulling her purple shorts on, Emma felt a vague blush rise on her cheeks, and said, “Shut up.” “Is he cute at least,” Chloe replied. “What does that matter,” Emma asked, pulling a newly-formed wedgie from her butt, wondering when the last time she wore these shorts in public was. “It's not like I'd date him.” Snapping on an emerald bra on (when Chloe, who was a natural red-head, wore the bra, Emma couldn't restrain herself from thinking of her as a leprechaun without snickering), Chloe just shook her head. “You're such a hard bitch to please.” Deciding against the shorts, Emma shimmied out of them, silently giggling at her red-headed friend in that ridiculous bra. She bent back over, her light blue panties again digging into her ass, and searched her bottom dresser for a better pair of shorts. When Chloe groaned, Emma glanced over her shoulder, and watched her friend hastily remove her bra. Her small, pink nipples were erect, Emma noticed - not surprising, given that the late August Minnesota weather rarely resembled balmy. “I think that bra clashes with my hair,” she commented, cupping her boobs with her hands and moving them up. “I want something bluish.” Spotting a powder blue bra on the floor next to a few of Chloe's skirts, Emma grabbed it by one of the cups and tossed it behind her. “There, try that one.” Emma's day hadn't terribly improved past her first few periods of class, but she had to admit to herself, the day wasn't nearly as God-awful as she thought it would have been after hearing the news. It was even possible, she thought, that she might be getting over Jacob already, no matter how impossible the idea felt that morning. Without feeling too out of it, for the last ten minutes while the two changed, she'd been perfectly able to hold a normal conversation. Given the two of them had been on the same volleyball team for three years, now, the casual nudity did little to deter either of them from talking, which Emma was, again, grateful for, still not overly trusting herself to be alone. Stretching her arms forward, feeling further strain on her pair of blue cotton panties, she felt around the drawer for more appropriate shorts, and pulled out an old pair of gym shorts, which Emma guessed she'd not worn since her Sophomore year. They even appeared somewhat frayed. Apparently, Chloe had been looking over her at the time, because she called out, with a barely contained giggle, “I bet you twenty dollars you couldn't even get those on anymore.” “They're pretty elastic,” Emma replied in a wounded tone, and looked back over her shoulder at Chloe, still topless, the blue bra dangling from her hands. Raising her eyebrows, Chloe shook her head. “I don't care if they're Mr. Fantastic's, they're too small.” Emma wasn't one to rush into a situation without carefully considering it beforehand, but was halfway already through pulling them up when a knock came from the door. Rolling her eyes, Chloe muttered, “I don't know why she even knocks,” and went to open the door, without giving Emma a chance to stop her. In the doorway stood Molly, and Emma placed her arms over her panties, red in the face. Her sister, however, seemed much more embarrassed, apparently having not expected Chloe to answer the knock topless. Entirely unabashed by this, not even bothering to cover her breasts, Chloe asked, after a moment too long of silence, “What's up, Molls?” It took a few additional seconds until Molly answered, and to Emma's slight amusement, she glanced over to Emma, appearing to try her hardest to stop staring at Chloe. “I-I was wondering,” Chloe began, her voice unsteady, volume barely registering over a mumble, “if I could talk to you later, before Mom comes home?” She seemed troubled, and a vague pang of worry formed in the elder sister's stomach. Before she could reply, Chloe butted in, to Emma's consternation. “I mean, I can leave for a bit, y'know?” Molls' blue eyes turned from her sister to Chloe's briefly, and shook her head. “It can wait,” she replied, which came out as little more than a squeak. “Yeah, sure, after Chloe leaves, sure,” Emma said, hoping that the curiosity and anxiety were mostly kept from her tone.  With no goodbye, her younger sister shut the door, and Chloe sent a pitying look to Emma. “I can't believe how awkward she is around boobs.” The comment caught Emma by surprise, and she found herself giggling wildly. “It probably wasn't you.” “It most deff was,” Chloe countered, fully turning toward Emma, her hands resting on the waistband of her thong, “did you see her face?” Deciding not to bite, Emma instead said, “I wonder what's up with her.” Chloe shrugged, her boobs comically jiggling a bit with the movement. “Whatever it is, at least it can help take your mind off Jacob.” As the two of them finally found clothes that suited them both (despite her earlier statement, Chloe went for a faded red bra, albeit hesitantly), Emma thought that her friend was right. If she hadn't have made the comment, Emma considered, she may not have thought of the boy she thought she loved the rest of the day. New Experiences Part 3: Awkward Beginnings I am having difficulties logging in, but didn't want to sit on this next part any longer. Hope any readers like this. As it turned out, it wasn't until after dinner that Holly was able to talk to her sister. Dinner was mostly a quiet affair (Holly knew her mother was having financial worries, but didn't really know the details), and the three of them ate almost entirely in silence. For her part, Holly was otherwise too distracted to speak anyways. Her recent struggles with figuring out her sexuality were hard enough, even without P.E., but seeing Chloe topless (and not only that, but in a small thong) virtually cemented to her that she definitely wasn't straight. Standing outside her sister's room, though, she tried to push the image away, though with a vague feeling of shame, she knew she'd probably use the memory later tonight before going to sleep. With a deep sigh, Molly knocked on Emma's door, hoping beyond all hope that her sister would understand. Emma had just finished changing into her night wear when the expected knock quietly announced Molls' presence. Fishing a wedgie from her butt, Emma tossed her shorts into her hamper, and went to her door. She didn't wear much while sleeping, just an old t-shirt and a pair of panties (generally of a faded palate), but comparatively speaking, knew that some friends slept with far less (Chloe included, who virtually slept nude). She had considered wearing something a bit more conservative, if only to make Molls feel more comfortable (her sister had worn the same sky blue pajama tops and bottom for almost the last three years now; Emma suspected that her sister didn't know how revealing they could be, especially if Molls was bending over), but decided against it. Though Chloe said a lot of ridiculous things, when Emma thought about it, she didn't know why she felt strange about casual nudity between herself and Molly - as Chloe said, most sisters she knew weren't modest about that type of thing at all. She didn't bring it up at the time, but Emma thought that comment was somewhat rich coming from a girl who had no sisters herself. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when her panties (which really were too old for her - she hadn't worn polka-dot panties outside of sleepwear for at least three years) began riding up again, and given her shirt ended well above her waist, Emma was just hoping her sister would get over it. With that in mind, she opened the door to her only sibling. Sitting on Emma's bed, cross-legged, Emma silently fought against laughing, or at the very least, chuckling. Molls' pajama bottoms, even from Emma's limited angle at her computer chair, seemed to be straining from her sister's butt. Funnier still, her boobs were practically popping out of her top, the fact that she could see the subtle outline of her nipples in the darkened room all-the-more showcasing how tight her pajamas really were. I wonder how long she's been wearing them like that, Emma thought, and feeling thoroughly like a bad sister, felt sobered up immediately. Molls made no mention of her sister's scant sleepwear, but it was definitely noticed, and Emma felt something like pride when Molly didn't make a fuss about it. Instead, she just sat on the bed, her face seemingly pallid, and it struck Emma, who had sat down on her swivel chair, her knees to her chest (it only occurred much later that this was not the best view to present her sister with), that she had been at a loss of how to start. After a few anxious second, Emma's concern growing with each minute, she finally said, “Spill it, Molls. What's up?” It took a few seconds, but she replied, sweeping her right hand across her forehead, displacing the auburn hair that rested there, her words surprising Emma. “How do you know, for sure, like 100%, that you like someone,” Molly asked, her face growing redder (even in the dim light, Emma could see her freckles stand out more) with each word forced out. Her sister's left hand fiddled with her glasses, but the eye contact they shared never faulted. The question, so innocuous in nature, allowed Emma to breath a deep sigh of relief. So many ideas had come to her throughout dinner, from things like drugs and pregnancy (Emma didn't even think her sister had had sex, but she guessed it was possible) to superficial concerns like plastic surgery or a tattoo. “Well,” Emma began awkwardly, having had a few seconds to collect her (admittedly) spinning head, “I mean, does your tummy feel funny when you're around him?” It only occurred seconds after she asked the question that it could come across as insulting, which it very much did. Growling, yet keeping her voice low as not to potentially disturb their mother, Molls shot back, “I'm not ten anymore, Em. I'm 14, for God's sake, I'm not a little kid.” A brief uncomfortable silence followed this proclamation, and after running her right hand down her brown here in frustration, Emma replied. “I know, I'm sorry,” she urged, knowing a pleading tone was obvious, “it's just, I guess, this isn't something we really do anymore, y'know? From this point on, you're not a little girl, Molls, I promise.” She raised her right hand, as if swearing on a Bible, something she'd not done in years. It seemed to be the right thing, though, as it visibly diffused at least some of Molls' ire. Her younger sister puffed out a sigh. “Fine, whatever, apology accepted.” She removed her glasses for a few seconds and rubbed the bridge of her nose, “It's just that this is a big thing I'm going through, and I need to know I can come to you, and you'll listen.” Emma's stomach churned at this, and inwardly wondered when she ever gave any impression otherwise. She grimly suspected that, upon too much introspection, she could probably locate plenty of moments. “I will always be here for you, Molls. I promise.” When her sister said nothing in reply, Emma came close to tacking something more on before Molly cut in. “So how do you know when you're attracted to someone,” she inquired, the blush again coming to her face. “You sorta just know,” Emma replied, hating the answer before she even spoke it. “Like, if you're near them and your heart beats faster, or you can't stop thinking about them, then you probably have a crush on them.” Molly nodded solemnly at this, and asks another question, this one blowing Emma away. “What's it like having sex?” There was a subtle bitterness in Molls' tone that deeply saddened Emma, and it went a long way to show how far apart the two sisters had really gotten. Feeling worse about herself than ever, Emma replied, with a different sorrow all of it's own, “I haven't. I'm still a virgin.” “Really?” Molly seemed really surprised at this, and a momentary flash of anger hit Emma hard in the stomach, but she suppressed it, for the sake of her sister. “I almost did,” Emma expanded, her own face now sharing Molls' deep blush, “a guy had his hand up my shirt.” She paused her, not for the embarrassment of the memory, but to figure out how much she wanted to say. I've been a bad sister for too long, she considered, so I won't hold anything back, no matter what. “He was rubbing my boobs with one hand, and squeezing my butt with the other.” Seeming quite unconcerned with the racy language, Molly quickly asked, “Did you like it?” Increasingly uncomfortable, especially because, in truth, that was one of the memories she often turned to when she got her alone time, Emma nodded, but clarified, “It felt good, but the guy was a jerk, so I didn't want it to go any further.” Though appearing put out at the anticlimactic conclusion, she nodded in understanding. “Has anyone touched your, you know,” Molly asked, her eyes trailing down, and Emma quickly realized that with her legs up, her panties were on full display. Fighting the strong urge to snap her legs shut, Emma shook her head, her hair tossing back and forth, and biting her lower lip, croaked a reply. “That hasn't happened to me yet.” Her face now feeling fully inflamed, Emma asked, “Have you had sex yet, Molls?” Molly shook her head quickly. “No,” she mumbled, “but I think about it all the time.” Barely believing she was asking this, not really wanting to think of Molly in this way, Emma said, in the lowest tone she could manage, “Do you, y'know, take care of yourself when you, well, get that way?” Unable to speak, which Emma couldn't fault her for, Molly nodded. After a few seconds, Molly jerked forward, her boobs swaying in her tight top. Emma could see, despite turning her head away seconds later, that Molls' nipples were very much erect. She wondered, with as thin as her panties were, if she was showing any signs of arousal. Emma thought she easily could be, and trying to conceal a cameltoe with how she was sitting would be impossible. With a determination she rarely felt outside of volleyball games, though, she kept her knees to her chest and her legs spread. “Does Chloe have experience with this kinda thing.” Molly asked, and though it sort of hurt Emma, she had to be honest that this conversation was just a bit TMI for her, and Chloe, when she was in her more serious moods, would be the perfect girl to talk to this stuff about. Emma had largely come out of her shell (sports helping with a lot of the awkward, early teen shyness), but Chloe never seemed to have one. She liked being naked, she liked sex, she liked masturbation, and she liked trying get Emma more comfortable with sexuality in general. One memorable occasion, which flashed through Emma's mind in lightning speed when considering her sister's question, was when Chloe caught Emma fingering herself. She still had her panties on, and was still mostly dressed, but felt embarrassed beyond belief all the same. Chloe never made fun of her for that, though - instead, she gave her tips, different positions to lie in, offered suggestions on how to make the foreplay last, and, at the time utterly shocking the younger girl (she couldn't have been any more than three months past her 14th birthday when this happened), insisted that she try a dildo. When it came to sexual topics, Chloe felt no shame whatsoever, and whatever was going with Molly, she deserved someone who could talk about that stuff without blushing or averting eye contact. “More than you know,” Emma replied, as soon as she found her voice. Biting her lower lip, brushing her short bangs from her eyes, Molly asked, her voice little more than a squeak, “I know it's, like, uber-awkward, but if she'll talk to me, could you be there? Just, I don't know,” she stumbled, and dropped her eyes from Emma's, “it seems like it'd be useful.” Already anticipating more embarrassing and potentially humiliating conversations, Emma nodded. I'm her big sister, she grudgingly thought. I have to be there for her, no matter how awkward. In a way, she had to admit it was sort of nice to be asked to join in such a private occasion. Suddenly, Molly bolted from the bed and threw a tight embrace around her sister. Emma took a small moment to feel a twinge of sadness over the fact Molls' chest was more impressive than her own, but hugged back tightly, all the same. “You're the best sister ever,” Molls exclaimed, and then, perhaps too embarrassed with the whole thing, swiftly let her go and left the room. Emma noted that her younger sister didn't wear panties to bed, as her tight blue pajama bottoms were showing a very clear picture of her butt. Without moving to the bed, or even bothering to lock her door, Emma moved her right hand between her legs, under her own tight clothing, and, thinking about her own vague idea of sex, gave herself relief. It was only after washing her hands and switching into a dry pair of panties, laying her head on the pillow, that she wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into. New Experiences Part 4: Harsh Words and Understanding Sorry for the wait. This will be the final set-up chapter, and it's very light in the stuff many here are looking for. For that, I apologize, but believe you me, upcoming portions won't share the same fate. Hope some of you like this. Some language will be self-edited, or the site will do it for me. Though not unexpected, Chloe found what Molly had said to Emma more amusing than anything else. “Aw, you guys are adorable,” Chloe said with a laugh and a sparkle in her eyes. Before she could go on, though, Emma punched her on the arm. “You have no idea how humiliating that convo was,” she whined. Her face burned red at the memory, and she kept her voice low, though she knew that no one passing by to their lockers was likely to overhear the conversation anyway. Chloe appeared to refrain from saying another joke, and just diplomatically nodded. “'Kay, so she just needs someone to talk straight with her about sex and that type of stuff?” Emma nodded, her ponytail bouncing with her head. “Yeah, that's what it sounds like, anyways.” Appearing to mull this over, Chloe eventually nodded, and Emma released a deep sigh of relief. “So, you'll be sitting in on these love-fests too?” At this reminded, Emma's stomach churned. “I don't want to, but if it makes Molly feel more comfortable, then yeah, I guess I will be.” Upon hearing this answer, an almost wicked grin came upon Chloe's face. Without further explanation, she replied, “Well, this could be fun.” When Chloe came into Emma's room with Molls following behind, Emma already felt hesitant about the whole thing. She deeply trusted Chloe, but the idea of her giving sexual advice to her younger sister weirded her out. What made it worse was that, for the time being, she was along for the ride. Chloe swung her backpack onto Emma's bed and sat down after re-adjusting her jeans. She patted the bed, and to Molly, said, “Sit here, on the pillow.” With noticeable delay herself, Molly did as was asked, tugging her shorts' legs down as she got situated, facing the red-headed girl with a look that could be described best as embarrassed fear. After giving Emma a brief glance, Chloe spoke again to Molls. “Are you sure you want your sister here for this? 'Cause, y'know, this could get super awkward and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible.” Her voice little more than a squeak, Molls replied, her voice both firm, yet still wobbly, “I trust her.” With a little nudge to her glasses, pushing them up further on her face, she stared expectantly at Chloe. She nodded, and then began with the big question that Molly had earlier asked Emma. Emma, from her swivel chair, turned away, in an attempt to give her sister just a little privacy. “So you want to know what sex is like?” Chloe asked this in a soft tone, despite the three of them being the only ones in the house at the time. At the very least, she sounded quite sensitive to Molls embarrassment, which Emma was grateful for. “Ye-yeah,” Molls sputtered back. “Emma said that you've, well, done it, so could you, I guess, describe it?” “Listen, Molls, not to freak you out or anything,” Chloe began, and Emma tried hard to focus on the open book on top of her desk, but felt fully attuned to the conversation behind her, taking place on her bed, “but I've tried a little of everything. Vanilla shit, some light BDSM, threesomes, anal, even role play once. I can deff explain my experiences with sex, what I like to do, how I like to be touched, but the question you're asking's a little vague.” There was a delay, but then Molls asked a question Emma had asked the night before, her thin voice wavering while doing so. “Do you, you know, well, touch yourself?” “Yeah, almost every day,” Chloe replied, seemingly unabashed. “If you wanna get sexual release, that's one of the safest ways to do it. You can also learn more about your body, like what you like, what you don't like, and there's so many different ways to masturbate that you can get a ton of practice just that way, and like I said, it's also safe.” “The question I have for you, Molls,” Chloe continued, and Emma, her face already feeling as though it was on fire, would have given anything to cancel out her hearing, “is how do you masturbate? I'm sure you do 'cause most girls do, whether they want to admit it or not, but if you wanna talk about this type of stuff, I need you to be just as honest with me as I'm being with you.” Another pause followed, but Molly answered, her voice quiet, “I just use my fingers.” “Where,” Chloe countered quickly. “Pussy, ass, you yank ya tits while rubbing yourself. What?” Very much wanting to scold Chloe for the harshness of her inquiry, Emma was about to swivel around when Molly replied. “I don't do anything strange, just, well, y'know, normal,” she answered with a meek voice. A heavy sigh of displeasure followed this answer as Emma still sat rigid and unmoving. Hearing Chloe take a deep sigh, Emma stealthily glanced over her left shoulder just as her friend began talking again. “Listen, Molls, this is why this is so difficult. We're all girls, right? What's there to be embarrassed about? Everyone's so caught up in 'OMG what will people think if they find out I like it up the butt' or 'I can't let Johnny know I'm gay, so I'll keep dating him though I'm into girls.' For f**k's sake, sex is natural. Masturbation is natural. Not only that, but it's healthy!” By this point, Emma had swiveled around completely, and briefly met Molls' eyes (her sister was just as red in the face as she was, Emma noticed). Chloe didn't look too far removed from an energetic politician who was determined to get their say, whether others wanted to listen or not. “There's nothing 'not normal' about liking anal, or BDSM, or polyamorous relationships, or whatever,” Chloe continued, looking both more angry and determined than Emma had seen her before (outside of a volleyball game, that was). “So shove it with that 'not normal' crap. And another thing, this whole 'Ohh I can't let anyone ever see me naked, even if we do have all the same parts' bullshit. I don't get why so many girls are so self-conscious. Like, I get it, you have boobs. So do I, so what's the ish? And for sisters?” Chloe's head turned toward Emma (up until this point, Emma had guessed that Chloe didn't even know she was fully watching), and heatedly carried on. “I don't get why two sisters, both around the same age, don't feel comfortable enough with themselves or each other to see each other naked. I don't get it. Hell, I just have an older brother, and when he saw me naked, I was like 'so what, he's my brother, he's not going to hurt me.' So why couldn't the two of you just be more comfortable?” Emma was in mild shock at this outburst, but had it in mind to reply. Before she could, though, Chloe continued, as she apparently wasn't finished. “Like, fine, I get it, it's your body, and if you're not the type of girl who feels comfortable naked, whatever. It's, like, your choice, But shaming people who do, shaming people for liking different sexual activities? If an act is consensual, that's all that matters, period. And don't get me started on body-shaming,” Chloe added (as though someone in the room had brought it up - Emma managed a small grin, as seeing Chloe like this was a treat rarely received), and turned to Molly. “I can only imagine that some bitches in your class are dicks to you 'cause you're a little overweight, but f**k 'em. I know plenty of hot guys and girls who are chubby, and plenty of chubby people who are perfectly comfortable with their weight, and their sexual partners have no damn complaints either. This is why I hate mainstream porn so much,” she said, with a shake of her head (her red hair bounced from left to right), “cause instead of making shit realistic, and maybe changing how people see sex, they just keep perpetuating the same 'skinny is sexy' bullshit they've always done. Molly, if anyone says anything to you about your body you don't like, point them out to me and I'll deal with them.” For the time being, Emma kept her thoughts to herself, but severely hoped that should an occasion like that ever arise, Chloe could prevent herself from being thrown out of school. Molly, though, just nodded along with Chloe's diatribe, one hand on the frame of her glasses, the other smoothing out one of her shorts legs. “Listen,” Chloe began again after taking a deep breath, “I'm open as f**k. Wanna talk about how I finger myself? I'm game. Want to see what my nipples look like? Whatever. Wanna know what I think about sex in the shower, or kinks, or anal beads, or whatever? Just ask. But I'm not going to sit here teaching sex to two sisters” (Emma's stomach churned, wondering when she'd be brought back into this) “who can't even stand a conversation about boobs or pussies without timidly tapping out or turning brick red like some guy saw you changing. We're better than that, aren't we?” It didn't seem to Emma that this was an open-ended question, but Chloe stopped her talking, and turned her head from Emma to Molly, appearing (which was a relief to Emma) more curious than enraged. Emma didn't really trust herself to talk, but found, after an attempt, that she could. “I, I guess that I'm in,” she began, as Chloe's brown eyes darted over to her, “Like, I know I'm not anywhere near as sexually open as you are, or experienced or anything, but I won't hold anything back if Molls thinks it would help here.” Molls wasn't making eye contact with her, as she was seemingly staring at her bare knees in deep thought, but nodded. “I get that different people like different stuff.” She looked up at the two girls, though kept her sights mostly on Chloe, “It's not easy for me 'cause like you said, I don't love my body. I feel, well, guilty, when I masturbate.” (Emma nodded along, barely aware she was doing so). “I feel like a blob in a bra and panties that'd look sexy on any girl but me.” It was here that Emma saw her sister was on the verge of tears, but after a quick glance at Chloe, who was subtly shaking her head, decided it was too early to intervene.” “Like, other girls are so proud of their bodies,” Molly said in a sniffle, which, to Emma, was heart-wrenching, “so why can't I be? How could anyone look at me when there's so many hotter people at school, and even if I wanted to start dating, who would even give me a chance?” Before she could say anymore, Chloe scooted her butt forward and threw her arms around Molly. “Listen, you are a beautiful girl, period. You don't think anyone thinks so, I get that, but believe me, someone out there thinks you're the most pretty girl in existence. And other girls, even if you don't wanna believe it, are envious of you too. God, your boobs are bigger than Emma's, so you can't tell me that other girls aren't envious as f**k about that. You're a beautiful girl, Molls. Once you embrace that, once you start feeling comfortable in your own body, once you start standing in the mirror, looking at yourself naked and smile, then everything'll fall into place.” Emma watched the two of them hug, feeling a deep sense of regret growing within her. How could she have missed how unhappy her sister was, or how uncomfortable her sister was with her body? Emma couldn't ever recall making fun of her sister for her weight, but did she ever ask her questions or encourage her toward body positivity? Just how bad of a sister had she been these last few years? She didn't know, but what Emma did know was that no amount of fun playing volleyball or worrying about guys excused her utter disregard for Molly's very real feelings. The fact that it took a friend to really get through to her hurt Emma most of all, but she was glad that Chloe was able to do so. The two dropped their embrace and Chloe looked over at Emma as Molls began wiping away some tears from her cheeks. To the elder sister, Chloe softly said, “I know I sounded like a bitch just then, but tough love, right, guys?” Both sisters nodded, and though Emma still felt like she had been unfairly attacked, had to admit that there was quite a bit of truth in what her friend had said. “So, then,” Chloe said, giving the desk clock a quick glance, “I need to be out of here in an hour. What do you guys got? Embarrassing questions? Wanna talk anatomy? Whatever's up, I'm down, just lay it on me.” With that, Chloe looked at the pair of them expectantly, and Emma wouldn't pretend she wasn't nervous when her sister was the first to speak. “Okay, I've got something.” New Experiences Part 5: Bonding Story is beginning to pick up steam. Concerned there's not enough embarrassment here? Just give it time, if at all possible. Hope any readers find this chapter well. This went a bit over the maximum length, so there's a little additional portion in Part 5 B, just the paragraphs I couldn't fit here. It was small things, but for the past few weeks, after multiple talks (Chloe, imagining herself some sort of therapist, has been calling them 'sessions', to Emma's ire), Emma had to admit to feeling just vaguely better about herself. Sex was natural, which was by no means a new idea to Emma, but Chloe's blunt approach and graphic detail really brought it home - of course, Emma knew Chloe's had multiple sexual experiences, but the amount and variety to them? She was utterly blown away. The talks seemed to be doing Molly some good also, albeit on a slower scale. The two sisters had even made it a point to change in the same room together the day before, which, while awkward beyond all words (though it shouldn't be, Chloe's voice had posited in her mind) did gain an almost-casual feel toward the end. Her future, too, was something Emma found herself dwelling on more and more. Dating, sex, stuff she's considered multiple times in the past, but never with such wishfulness nor yearning. She had dated before, but sex was almost entirely foreign to her, and just the idea of trusting someone that much, giving the whole of your body away to another, still felt as though it was ultimately unthinkable. Still... When it came down to it, Emma had pretty conservative ideas toward sex - while she certainly heard (even before Chloe's lessons, such as they are) of Chloe's satisfaction from one-night stands, Emma treated them with only the most base of acceptance. But a one-night stand, it seemed to Emma, may be the type of non-committal experience that could, as Chloe crudely put it, shake her branches loose. She breathed in a deep breath, and focused on herself in her locker mirror. As she slowly released her breath, she calmly considered, I'm not ready yet. Like she said, give it time, and only jump in when I'm ready. It was easy to consider such platitudes, but Emma's been feeling more and more randy and adventurous these last weeks, and she didn't think, as well-meant as they were, that these platitudes would stop her from taking action. Molly gazed at her blue eyes in her closet mirror, past her glasses, drinking in her reflection. She thought she saw a little improvement, a little more positivity, but that could simply have been wishful thinking. She was right about my boobs though, she though, and an innocent, almost-uncommon, grin came upon her face. With some wardrobe adjustments, much of it removing the hoodies she commonly wore (she supposed she generally wore them to hide her weight, but now that she considered it, that probably only made it more obvious she was trying to conceal it), she had started to feel more, for lack of a better word, 'pretty.' Molly would never be sexy (or so she truly believed), but pretty enough as so other possibly bi-curious girls would take note? She really hoped so. Staring at her reflection, wearing a belted shirt dress (and, for once, admired the way the wide belt seemed to compliment her not-too-inconsiderable breasts, helped by the fact she was wearing no bra), Molly giggled, a happy sound which felt strange from her lips. While she hadn't exactly been morose, she had been anxious day-in and day-out. But now... Her self-confidence had gone up too - not that noticeable an amount, but on a personal level, Molls often felt much happier after school, more willing to come out of her room, away from her music, than she had been in some time. And it was all to Chloe. A blush came upon her cheeks, and there was a split second of deep pity when Molly noticed her freckles flair at the hot touch of emotion. But Chloe has freckles, too, she considered, and she's beautiful. This was something that Molls could never tell her sister, even though they were closer now than they had been in years. She had ever-growing feelings, inappropriate feelings, toward Chloe, and especially given how Molls hadn't mustered up the courage to confide in them her suspected orientation, she felt Emma would have more than a little difficultly understanding. Still, she had to something about this affection she was feeling - it embarrassed even herself to admit that most of the time she went down on herself, she was thinking of the red-headed girl, thinking of imaginary, impossible, scenarios wherein the two girls (sans her sister) committed the most lustful actions upon each others' bodies. Her dreams, her fantasies, they weren't the real thing. Molly wouldn't even know what the real thing felt like. Even so, they tided her over, and if she managed to find the time just before each of Chloe's visits to the house to pleasure herself, she could make it through without feeling like her body was giving herself away. Today, though, she didn't. It was a foolhardy move, perhaps, but Molly was curious as to just what would happen if she exhibited a little less self-control. When she heard the front door open, and the two girls come from what she knew to be volleyball practice, she ambled their direction to find out. Upon entering Emma's room, Molls saw that Emma was studying her figure in her body-length closet mirror, her breasts tightly compressed together still in her blue sports bra. Her shorts were off on the floor, and her small butt was stuffed into what appeared to Molly to be tight leggings. It wasn't her sister's ass, though, that quickly caught her eye, nor caused the slight intake of air, but Chloe's topless body, leaning over into her duffle bag, facing Molly, digging for a mislaid article of clothing. Already feeling her juices flowing and nipples perk up in tense anticipation, Molly tried to breath slowly and take the moment in as casual a fashion as her new crush would. Giving her sister another quick once-over (Emma, after seeing her sister walk in, was already back to focusing on her smooth stomach, running her hands slowly down herself), Molls sat down at the end of the bed next to Chloe, trying as hard as possible to keep her eyes above her neck, yet failing miserably. “What's up,” she asked, hoping the nervousness in her voice wasn't becoming apparent to either girl. A light flick of her hair, Chloe looked up (which gave an extraordinarily good view of her boobs, Molly noticed to her slight chagrin), her brown eyes making contact, and shrugged. “Not much, really, just another tiring practice.” “It wasn't that bad,” Emma called out, though Molly quite got the feeling that her sister still wasn't really paying attention to the two. Her voice seemed entirely too detached, almost as though she was drugged, but Molly shook the odd thought off. “Chloe there just can't serve a ball worth shit.” A second later, Chloe threw a wadded pair of red panties at Emma, shooting back, “You can be a conceited little bitch, can't you?” Molly laughed at this interaction, and took a second to snatch another glimpse at her sister's best friend's boobs. The freckles that she felt so much self-pity herself for were on full display on Chloe's chest, and they definitely looked no worse the wear for them. Her tiny, pink nipples were erect (which uncomfortably reminded Molly that her's were too, though she felt the urge to look down and see if they were poking out of her cotton dress), and it was a sight hard to resist drinking in for too long. Much like she'd come to expect from Chloe, she made absolutely no attempt to cover up, nor hurriedly push all thoughts aside in hot pursuit for a bra or shirt - instead, she sat on the bed, in a pair of short gym shorts, arms coming down from the calculated toss of panties, in compete casual comfort, which Molly still felt both high admiration and gut-deep jealousy for. Before Chloe had caught her staring, she turned away, certain her face was burning red, but hoping that the others took it as little more than getting used to the unaccustomed casual nudity. “Where'd you get that dress,” Emma asked her from her place in front of the mirror. Molls caught her sister's turquoise eyes and saw that she was much more focused than she had previously thought. There was almost what seemed to be a devious look in them, but she answered regardless. “It was hanging in my closet, I don't think I've worn it in years,” Molly replied, in fact certain this was the case. Chloe snorted, and quickly brushing the short bangs from her eyes, Moll's head turned toward the red-head, hurt. “I mean, don't get me wrong,” Chloe said, her eyes on Molly's chest (a queer feeling was forming in her stomach, but Molls tried to quell it), “guys would love it, but it might not be temperature-appropriate.” Given it was wavering between 45 and 34 degrees outside, Molly admitted the truth of the statement to herself. “It's super comfortable, though,” Molls replied, a smile on her face. “And, y'know, like you said, if I want to start liking my body more, I need to get more comfortable with it.” “That reminds me,” Emma spoke up, and the girls turned back to her, and she was pulling her hair back into a well-formed ponytail, “did I tell you what Molls and I did yesterday?” “Ohhh, no,” Chloe said, her tone conspiratorial. “Please, do tell.” “Well, we both changed together,” Emma replied quickly, and Molly got an odd idea that there was a reason her sister was bringing this up, “which, I know, isn't super-big, but it's a step, right?” Chloe squealed in joy, and excitedly nodded. “I'm glad you're both embracing a wilder side,” she said, sending Molly a pantie-melting smile. As it was, Molly's faded rose cotton panties felt rather tight on her, and she thought that, if her sister had left the room, she would give Chloe more than the encouragment needed to rip them off. “Hey,” Emma called to Chloe, snapping her from her dirty thoughts, and Molly turned to see her sister now fulling facing her, still in her sports bra and leggings, “have you actually seen Molls' boobs? They're really impressive, sorta like yours.” Realizing exactly what her sister said, Molly's face flared up a deep firehouse red. Before she could form any type of reply to the shocking inquiry, though, Emma continued. “Wanna take that dress off and show them off, Molls?” Embarrassingly averting Chloe's eyes, Molly looked up at her sister, and damn it if she didn't look as though she was sexually charged herself. “I'll take my top off if you do, and, y'know, it could be one of those things that makes it us easier-going, like Chloe said.” “But-but,” Molly sputtered, her head spinning, the request happening so fast, “it's a dress. I don't have any leggings or, well, anything else on.” A snicker arose from her sister. “You're wearing underwear, right? C'mon, it'll be fun.” Risking a quick look over to Chloe, the saw the girl was leaning back, her arms on Emma's bed, her breasts sagging downwards, her body posture one of relaxing contentedness. She shrugged at the younger girl. “If you're cool with it, Molls, I'd definitely be into seeing what you're packing.” Molly heard Emma giggle, and felt worse than she had in some time. Was she more comfortable with her body, with her muffin-top, with her freckles? She was. She even stopped feeling guilty (well, too guilty) when she fingered herself. But being virtually naked in front of her crush? Molly couldn't do that, couldn't face the shameful exposure (though, in a deep part of her heart, knew that Chloe would do nothing to intentionally embarrass her). She was going to explain this, or at least try, when she looked over to her sister and saw that her sports bra was already halfway up her arms, her smaller breasts popping out, her own, almost brown nipples, immediately becoming erect. That bitch, she didn't give me any time, Molly internally yelled, but upon a soft touch at her shoulder, turned to Chloe, who's hand was reaching out. “I've seen her pathetic chest thousands of times” (from behind her, Molly heard Emma blow a raspberry at the pair of them) “so what do you say?” Feeling trapped, Molly felt she would have been perfectly happy if a void had opened up in the middle of the room, allowing her to escape unscathed. As it was, her crush had just said that she wanted to see her body, which had potential that Molly was only recently fully beginning to understand. Without further delay, fearing that delay would doom her to inaction, she stood up and walked to the mirror, passing her topless older sister, who took her previously-occupied spot next to Chloe on the bed. Staring at the mirror, at her short her, her red face, her lower lip which she was nibbling on, and feeling both pairs of eyes on her, she slowly stripped off the wide, brown belt, and dropped it on the floor. Her knees shaking (which both of them should clearly have seen, given the dress stopped well above the knees), she felt for the minuscule, top-most button, and began undoing her dress. Ever-so-slowly, more and more of her back became exposed, and when she got down to her panties, her faded red, childishly tight panties, Molly was close to a panic attack. But she undid the last few buttons in swift succession regardless, and stared in the mirror as the dress fall fully from her body. Whether Emma and Chloe could see her front from this angle, she didn't know. In the mirror, all she saw was an overweight, freckled small girl in underwear far too small (she was very aware of a wedgie in her butt, but neither her sister or friend made mention of it). Molly dreaded turning around, already having eyed considerable cameltoe between her legs, but with a sharp intake of breath, did just that.  Emma's face was much redder now, and she was rubbing her inner thighs, dangerously near her pubic area, but Molly took little more of this in before Chloe said, her voice low, “You're beautiful.” Barely trust herself to speak, Molly replied, more uncertain now than she had been since this started, “Are you sure?” Chloe jumped up suddenly, surprising Molly, and walked up to her, her own breasts swaying side to side. She gingerly put her hands on her shoulders, and given a somewhat equal height, their nipples briefly rubbed against each other, sending a whole new electric shiver down Molly's spine. “You're beautiful,” Chloe repeated, her brown eyes staring deeply into Holly's. Dropping her hands from Molly's shoulder and giving Molly a quick, playful swat on her butt, pulled her to the bed, and sat her down to her right, Chloe sitting in the middle, and Emma on her other side. It was by no means a tight fit, but her breathing was still shallow. Slowly, gingerly, she evened out her breathing, and no longer felt the world swim before her eyes. Feeling Chloe's eyes on her exposed body, additional creeping feelings of arousal came forth, but to her moderate dismay, noted that she wasn't Chloe's sole focus, as she also kept glance over at Emma, who had sense laid down fully on the bed her legs dangling over the edge, her eyes closed, as she continued rubbing her inner thigh. “I really am glad the two of you are more comfortable with this kinda thing,” Chloe said, turning her focus back to Molly. “Molls, I'm especially proud of you, since this is all sorta new to you.” Molly nodded, trying to smile, pushing her glasses up, and replied, “It's, well, not easy, and it'd take some getting used to” (she blushed deeply at this moment, realizing the implications of her words only after saying them), “but I do sorta like it.” New Experiences Part 5B: Bonding Just finishing up what wouldn't fit in my first part of this chapter. This is not meant to stand-alone, or be it's own part. Sorry for any confusion. Chloe grinned at this, and following Emma's direction, fell onto her back. Somewhat awkwardly, Molly did so as well, her bare left shoulder rubbing against Chloe's right. “Yeah,” Emma spoke up, and her tone was husky, and Molly realized, with slight mortification, that her sister seemed to be as aroused as Molly was, “It's cool, feels nice to be topless, if you weren't a prude half the time, Molls, and mom didn't care, I'd do it all the time.” Chloe snorted. “Given how flat-chested you are compared to Molls, I'm not really shocked by that position.” The girls all snickered at this, and though Molly was feeling distinctly horny, became more comfortable with the position she found herself in. The room was quiet, with only the low tumble of the heat cascading with the shallow breaths of the three girls. Molly closed her eyes, and felt, quite unconsciously, she was sure, her right hand trail down her stomach onto the hemline of her panties. It was there that Chloe's hand met her's. “If you guys wanna broaden your horizons, shoot for new experiences,” Chloe said, and Molly took a deep breath to calm her heart, which had started murmuring to a maniacal pace again, “I have a fun idea.”

Naked Through the City byNicky1985© The weather had changed overnight. We went directly from a week of constant rain to a blue sky and lots of sun. The inhabitants of Greater Copenhagen hadn't yet realized that it was excellent beach weather, so I was practically alone in the artificial dunes of the Amager Beach. I had left my apartment after lunch and planned to spend the whole afternoon sunbathing toplessly and studying for my exams later that June. It was a little after three o'clock when I first noticed the guy with the camera. He walked around talking to various people on the beach. For a short moment I wondered why, then returned to my book and forgot all about him for a while. "What are you reading?" a voice asked behind me, tearing me out of important anthropologic theories that I needed to master before the end of the month. "Anthropology!" I said and took in a mouthful of smoke from my cigarette. I looked up at the photographer, who had almost scared me as he had sneaked in silently from behind and was now standing right beside me. "Oh! You're a university student?" he asked when uninvitedly squatting down next to me. He seemed to be in his late twenties, which is about five years older than me, and not bad looking. At all. I sat up. "Yeah! I have exams in a couple weeks. So I very much need to read this," I replied, directing my cigarette smoke away from him. "You found a nice place to study. And work on your tan at the same time." "Yeah, it's pretty cool," I agreed and inhaled the last smoke from my cigarette before extinguishing it in the sand. "And I like that you're topless. Most women are so prude these days." "I guess so. My parents tell me it was different in the 70s and 80s." I blew out a cloud of smoke. "Oh yeah. You hardly saw any bikini tops at the beach back then. Not that I remember it. But I've seen pictures from those happy hippie days." He paused for a moment before continuing: "I like your tattoo." "Oh, thank you!" I smiled and held up my right arm with its tattooed vine of large red roses stretching all the way from my shoulder and onto the back of the hand. "I like it myself. I found a very skilful tattooist on Vesterbro." "Being a student you must be in need of money? I mean if you want your other arm tattooed as nicely." "Well, you know, I'm still thinking about what other tattoos to get. So I'm not in a hurry. And I have a job." "What are you doing? Does it pay well?" "Not exactly. I sell bread at a bakery. You know... I could always use some extra cash. Why are you asking?" "I'm a freelance photographer... I'm Jacob by the way." Jacob extended his hand and I shook it. "I'm Emma. Nice to meet you, Jacob!" "You know, Emma, I really like the way you're not a prude." "You mean being topless at the beach? I really want to avoid those tan lines around my breasts. So I'm working on a solid tan now at summer's start. I do that every year." "That's nice. And I like the way you're absolutely not covering your boobs while talking to me." "I'm sure you've seen tits before, Jacob. Haven't you?" "Oh yeah. I have. But compared to most tits I've seen, yours are especially nice." "They are?" I asked, trying to sound surprised. As an aside: For a person with a body as slim as mine, I have unusually large natural tits. Furthermore, I have shoulder-long, blonde hair and a nice curvy ass, and men do tend to find my slightly upturned, small nose and my full lips very becoming. So, yes, I know I'm pretty. I've even heard guys refer to me as beautiful. "Absolutely. And I wondered if you'd like to make some extra money?" "Doing what?" "Like... modelling." "You mean topless modelling?" "Well that would be up to you. You know the Page Nine Girl in Ekstra Bladet?" he asked, referring to the country's leading tabloid paper and its long-standing daily tradition of printing a photo of a topless woman on Page Nine for sexually frustrated men to jerk off to. "Sorry, Jacob. You've come to the wrong person. I'm not interested in becoming a porn model. Good luck finding someone for Page Nine!" "The Page Nine Girl is just one of the possibilities I have for you. That would pay you 1000 kroner once your picture is in the paper..." "That's ridiculously low," I interrupted him. "Please hear me out!" he continued stubbornly. "Then you'd get another 3000 kroner if you're chosen as the Page Nine Girl of the Month. And I guess you'd stand a pretty good chance." "I didn't know porn paid that lousy!" "It's not porn. It's just natural young Danish woman who are not afraid of showing their assets. You're fortunate enough to live in a very liberal and free-spirited country. But maybe you are a little uptight after all, Emma?" "It has nothing to do with being uptight. But I'm not showing my naked tits in Ekstra Bladet for fucking 1000 or 4000 kroner. No way!" "We could throw in another 2000 if we publish a gallery of your pictures on the website." "Forget it!" "Okay. Here's another idea. The paper is introducing a new summer series called Naked Through the City." "Really?" I asked, attempting to be demonstratively uninterested. "Yes. Ekstra Bladet will make a bet with you and pay you 10.000 kroner if you manage to report to the paper's head office at City Hall Square by..." Jacob looked at his wristwatch. "...say five o'clock today. That's around one and a half hours. And you have to be naked." "You mean naked-naked... like bottomless." "Yes. Absolute nakedness is essential here." "And it's 10.000 kroner?" "Yes. Couldn't you use that kind of money for a summer vacation, Emma?" "Sure I could. But I'm not a porn model." "It's not porn. It's a fun game." "And you want to take pictures of me?" "All the time. And I have colleagues around the city who would also try to make as many nude pictures of you as possible as you move Naked Through the City." "And suppose I'd do it... Ekstra Bladet would pay me 10.000 kroner if I arrive there before five o'clock?" "Absolutely. I've seen the cash. It's in the safe of the editor-in-chief." "And if I don't make it?" "Then you won't get the money. That's the nature of a bet." "And Ekstra Bladet still gets to publish the pictures?" "That's right." "For free then?" "They'd still have to pay me and the other photographers." "Handsomely, I suppose?" "Well... I make a living." "As I said: I'm not doing porn." "Me neither. It's just a nice bet. But if you're not into funny games..." Jacob got up. "Good luck finding someone," I said and picked up my anthropology book. "Thanks. Take care, Emma!" he concluded our conversation and started walking away. I did some quick math in my head. Jacob was 10 or 15 meters away from me when I, on a sudden impulse, yelled: "I'd do it for 50.000 though." Jacob turned around: "Really? You'd do porn for 50.000?" "It's not porn. It's a fun game," I turned Jacob's point against him. Jacob smiled for a moment. "I'm glad we agree on this. Do you know the old anecdote about Winston Churchill?" "No... I guess not." "Well, old Winston was at this dinner party having a conversation with the lady sitting next to him at the table. And then he asked her, theoretically, if she would have sex with him for a million pounds. As it turned out, she would. Then he asked if she would have sex with him for five pounds. She immediately got offended: 'What kind of woman do you think I am?' He answered: 'We've already established that. Now we're just discussing the price.'" "Touché. But your boss wouldn't pay me 50.000 anyway, would he?" "Well... Never say never. He's known to make quick decisions. Let me just facetime him. That is... if you stick to what you just said." I thought for a moment and slightly regretted my forwardness. On the other hand it was highly unlikely that the editor would pay five times the price for his ridiculous bet. "Sure!" I said, trying to sound more convinced than I was. Jacob already had a connection. "Hi, I'm here at Amager Beach with Emma, who is a very pretty girl and in the mood for our little game." "She is?" a male voice said from Jacob's iPhone. "Yes. The trouble is she's such a tough negotiator. She wants 50.000 if she gets to your office by five." "50??? Forget it, Jacob! I said 10!" "I know. But she's so pretty and I really like her... style. She has very big... assets. If you know what I mean. And she's smart too. She studies anthropology at university." "Really? Can I speak to her?" "Of course!" I instinctively covered my tits with my left arm while taking Jacob's phone with the right. "Hello, Emma! I'm Poul," said a man in his fifties who appeared on the small screen. I recognized him from TV. "Hello," I said. "So, you're up for our new game?" "If I can win 50.000 kroner, yes!" I said and tried to sound resolute. There was no way back now. And 50.000 would make a nice summer holiday and last beyond that. "You're very beautiful. Could you please take away that arm so I can see you?" "Okay." I removed my left arm. "I think you look amazing, Emma!" "Thank you. So... can I get 50.000 kroner if I get to your office by five?" "Let me think about it. It's a lot of money. Did Jacob tell you the conditions?" "I have to be naked. No bra, no panties." "Absolutely. And you can't cover yourself at any time. No blankets, no towels." "Okay." "And you have to be visible and stay in public spaces all the time. Don't enter homes or private cars." "Can I go to shops? Can I use public transport?" "You can go anywhere with public access. But remember: You have no money, no credit card, no phone and no ticket. I guess you will have to get here on foot." I held up my watch: "Can I keep this?" "Sure. You'll need to keep track of time, won't you?" "Thanks! What about shoes? Can I wear shoes?" "What kind of shoes have you got?" I picked up one of my stiletto sandals from the sand next to my blanket and held it to the camera. "Oh, they're nice, Emma. You have good taste. I'm sure you'll look great wearing those and nothing else. I just wanted to make sure that you didn't bring a pair of running shoes, so you'd outrun our photographers. Those high heels will slow you down. Be careful not to stumble." "Don't worry! I'm used to them. And you'll be surprised how fast I can move in heels." "Good for you, girl. Do we have a deal? You get 50.000 cash-in-hand if you're here by five. And nothing if you're late or if any of our photographers around town catches you cheating." "I won't cheat." "So we have a deal?" I swallowed. "Yes!" I confirmed as confidently as I could. "I'm glad. This will be a good start for our little competition. And one more thing: Don't tell anyone that the price is 50.000 in your case. We don't want other girls to ask for that kind of money. But because you're such a pretty girl, we're willing to pay more. If you make it." "So I get 50.000?" "If you're here by five, yes. It will be in the contract that Jacob will ask you to sign in a second. Good luck, Emma. See you at five." "See you!" I handed the iPhone back to Jacob and the two men exchanged a few remarks about my tits and ass and some practical details about the contract. Jacob finished the call and found a printed three-page contract in his bag. He wrote something in it and handed it to me. The "10.000" was crossed out and replaced by "50.000" as agreed. "Now I need you to write name and address on the dotted line there... and sign at the bottom. And you're good to go." I did as I was told and handed him the signed contract. "So... What are you waiting for? Time is running. You have a bet to win." I got up. "I guess it's time to lose these," I said as I slipped out of my panties. "Right... Oh! You have a nice shaven pussy!" Jacob remarked and shot his first nude photos of me. "Can I keep my earrings?" I asked without entering a discussion of my shaving habits, touching the large hoop earring in my right ear. "Yes. They look very nice on you. Just keep them." "What about my stuff?" "Put it in your bag. My car is parked over there. We'll throw it in there." I applied a thick layer of bright red lipstick, put on the watch, turned off my phone, took a sip of water and emptied the bottle into the sand before quickly packing all my stuff into my bag and handing it to Jacob. Then I picked up my stilettos from the sand and we started walking. I stopped at the bridge leading from the artificial beach island: "Wait... Can I please have one of my cigarettes?" Jacob handed me my bag and I found my Marlboros and lit one with my lighter before putting the pack back into the bag and handing it back to Jacob. "I think I need this before the trip!" I smiled and held up the burning cigarette while exhaling smoke. "I'm sure you do," Jacob said and photographed me with his professional Canon equipment. Within a minute we were out of the sandy area and at his car. Jacob put my bag away as I buckled my sandals. Ready to conquer the streets of Copenhagen wearing nothing but large earrings and stilettos. Game on. I paraded my naked boobs and shaven pussy down Italiensvej with Jacob moving backwards ahead of me, taking pictures. The farther we got away from the beach the more the few people on this quiet residential street started noticing me. "I like that!" a young boy commented in passing. Another guy coming toward me made a 180 and then started walking backwards next to Jacob while enthusiastically filming me with his smartphone. I pretended to concentrate on enjoying my cigarette and totally ignoring my surroundings and wondered how to get to City Hall Square as quickly and smoothly as possible. I had an hour and twenty-five minutes left. I decided to take the metro, which is an elevated railway at Amager Beach station. Outside the station I extinguished my cigarette, threw it in a waste bin and started walking up the stairs. Jacob beeped his travel card at the machine. "I don't suppose you could check me in on your card, could you?" I asked with my most charming voice. "Sorry, Emma. I'd do it for you any other day. But my boss would hate me for helping you win this bet. You're on your own here." "I thought so. I guess I can make it without anybody wanting to see my ticket." The 30 or so people on the platform reacted quite differently to my presence. Some, all male, were staring, whistling and taking pictures. Others were staring at their feet pretending not to see me. When the remote-controlled train arrived at the platform, it was already crammed with passengers. It came from the airport and some huge planes must have just landed. When the doors opened, the passengers formed an impenetrable human wall of flesh, T-shirts and Bermuda shorts and I almost gave up. Then strong arms grabbed me and pulled me on board, obviously wanting to be in close contact with my naked body. Nobody pulled Jacob on board. He was left behind on the platform along with most other waiting passengers. Through the corner of my eye I saw that he used his phone as the train left the station. Probably to alert some of his colleagues on my route towards City Hall Square. I had just barely managed not to get caught in the closing doors. At first, I was pressed against the metal and glass. Then I managed to move toward the centre of the metro wagon. Midway between the Amager Beach station and the next, Øresund, I sensed that somebody was trying to grab me the Donald Trump way. By the pussy. The problem was that the metro was so packed that I couldn't detect to which of my fellow passengers the finger that had tried to penetrate me belonged. I managed to move away from it. I moved further away from the door as the train approached the Øresund Station in order not to get pushed out of the train by the crowd getting off. Hard shoes stepped on my toes in the process. It hurt. But I managed to stay inside. Just as the train was about to leave, a conductor entered. He started asking for tickets as soon as the doors had closed, and I moved further away. I would have no problem paying the fine for not having a ticket if only I won my well-deserved 50.000 kroner. The problem was that I had no ID or anything except my sandals, my earrings and an unbelievable story of being in a Naked Through the City game that no one had ever heard of. If the conductor caught me, he could easily hold me back beyond my vital deadline at 1700 hrs. Maybe he would even involve the police. Luckily, he wasn't able to move fast through the crowd so I hoped to avoid him until the next station where I could get off. "Shouldn't you get dressed?" a loud voice said beside me. I smiled and shrugged at the sweaty suit-and-tie guy who had asked the question. He just looked at me and shouted: "This woman is completely naked. Have you seen that?" People standing a bit further away turned their heads in his direction, trying to find out who he was talking about. Luckily, most of them could only see my head and not the rest of me, which is why they were at first unable to find out who he was talking about. The guy's shouting attracted the attention of the conductor who was just two meters away. Some of the men and young boys around me started laughing and commenting on my private parts. One tall bearded guy openly put his hands on my tits while smiling confidently at me: "You like that?" he asked. "No. Stop it!" I mouthed quietly. "I think you like it. What's your name?" "That's none of your business!" In the corner of my eye I could see the conductor trying to maneuver towards the commotion around me. I tried to hide behind other passengers while the metro dived from the elevated railway and went underground. Soon we would be at the next station, Lergravsparken, and with some luck I could get off before the conductor got to me. The guy, who was still resting both hands on my tits, continued his charming approach: "Can I suck your nipples?" He looked tall and strong like someone who could make way through the crowd and get me of the train. "I need to get off this train now. Please help me!" "Can I suck your nipples if I help you!" "Sure. Just get me off this train." His desire to place my nipples between his lips was strong enough to make him lead the way quite recklessly while other passengers were moaning as he shoved them and stepped on unprotected toes in flip-flops. I threw myself into the guy's slipstream and probably, with my pointed heels, pierced some of the same feet the guy had stepped on. Finally, the train was slowing down toward Lergravsparken Station. "Hey, young lady, wait a minute. Can I see your ticket, please?" the conductor said somewhere behind me. But he was unable to reach me. The passengers, who weren't moaning in pain, were laughing at the situation. The train came to a halt. The doors opened slowly, and the bearded guy pulled me, so I stumbled onto the platform. "I need to get out of here," I said and started running towards the stair with the Suck-Your-Nipples guy beside me. Inside the train the conductor was still fighting to get out so I had a head start. At the top of the stairs a photographer was taking pictures. "I guess you're from Ekstra Bladet?" I asked in passing. "Jup!" "Sorry! I gotta run." The photographer followed me and, as it turned out, also Mr. Suck-Your-Nipples around a couple of street corners before we stopped for a much-needed break. "So... Where are we going?" Suck-Your-Nipples asked. "I don't know where you're going, prick! I'm going with this photographer for an appointment at his paper." "But I helped you! You were going to pay me back!" "You got more than you deserved already, jerk. Do you think I like when strangers touch my tits in the metro?" "Why are you naked if you don't like it?" "It's a game I play. Go home and envision my tits while you masturbate." "Can I at least have your phone number?" "What do you think?" I asked and started walking. The guy finally stopped following me and started walking the other way. I looked at my watch. 15:48. One hour and twelve minutes left. "I'm Christoffer, by the way," the photographer introduced himself while walking backwards ahead of me. "Nice to meet you, Christoffer. I'm Emma." "I know." "I'm sure you do. You people from Ekstra Bladet are on full alert today, aren't you? How did you know I was getting off the train at that station?" "I didn't. We're just running around trying to locate you after you shook off my colleague at Amager Beach Station. We need to take a lot of photos, you know." We had left the residential neighbourhood and were now passing through an industrial and commercial zone. At the end of that we crossed a street and entered an enormous lawn where boys and girls in different ages and jerseys in many colours were playing soccer. I bent down, took off my stilettos and ran across the soft grass. The kids and their parents turned their heads to watch the naked lady who was passing by, and Christoffer kept taking pictures, struggling to keep up with me. We crossed another street and entered an area with small allotment gardens. Then we crossed a short bridge and entered the famous Free Town of Christiania, Copenhagen's hippie colony that considers itself a liberated zone apart from the rest of the Kingdom of Denmark. Probably an area where a naked woman would not attract as much attention as elsewhere. We passed some alternative architecture and old military buildings and crossed a longer bridge across the old moat that used to be part of Copenhagen's fortifications. Now we were in Christiania proper -- a place known for its prosperous marijuana market. I headed for Pusher Street where the dealers openly sell illegal drugs under large signs stating that photography is, for obvious reasons, strictly prohibited. Christoffer got busy stuffing his expensive equipment away as he saw where we were going and wisely tried to look like anything but a photographer. "Hey, pretty woman, you want to buy?" one of the drug dealers shouted from behind his folding table with his herbal merchandise. He was a black guy with dreadlocks, speaking English with a Caribbean accent. "Sorry! I have no money," I smiled and held up my empty hands. "You can have a spliff for free if you smoke it here at my shop," he offered and held up a joint. "For free? Why?" I asked, walking over to him. "I think it's good for business if I have a beautiful lady at my stand." I took the joint from his hand and put it between my lips, then leant forward towards the flame of his lighter. "Please sit," the friendly dealer said and offered me his camping chair. I sat down and the smoke from the free joint filled me with calm and relaxation. "That guy with the camera bag? Is he with you?" my new drug dealer friend asked between customers who were definitely more attracted to his stand because of me demonstrating how to use the products he was selling. "Yeah. Looks like a photographer, doesn't he? Don't worry. He's a pro. He's with Ekstra Bladet. And he's not here because of you but because of me. He knows better than to take pictures here." "He'd better. A lot of photographers have lost very fine cameras here." "I'm sure." "And why does he want to photograph you?" "Have you noticed that I'm naked? That's why!" "Oh... I figured it might have something to do with that. And why are you naked?" "I made a bet with Ekstra Bladet. They pay me 50.000 kroner if I turn up at their office at City Hall Square within the next..." I glanced at my watch "...57 minutes." "Really?" "Yes. It's a game they call Naked Through the City." "Great game. Can I join?" "You'd have to talk to Ekstra Bladet about that. But I doubt it," I said, finished my joint and got up. "Nice talking to you. And thanks for the weed!" "Good luck, naked lady!" my dealer friend yelled at me as I had moved on. I still carried my sandals in my hands. Stilettos made no sense on Christiania's many different and uneven surfaces. Christoffer accompanied me out of Christiania before he started taking pictures again. We walked along a cobbled road at a part of Copenhagen Harbour to a narrow stretch of sandy beach where people from Christiania were skinny-dipping and sunbathing. My lack of clothes was absolutely normal here. I made a quick decision to swim across the Copenhagen Harbour which is so famous for its clean water. That way I could avoid some of the crowded streets of the inner city. "You know what, Christoffer? I'm leaving you here. Will you make sure that my sandals, my watch and my earrings are at Ekstra Bladet at five?" "Sure!" he shrugged and photographed me as I put down my last remaining possessions at his feet. Then I walked into the water which very conveniently gave me a chance to pee without being photographed doing it and swam along the canals toward the inner harbour. I wondered where I would meet the next photographer from Ekstra Bladet. I swam between Christiania's old army barracks and the old naval area on the other side of the water with its expensive condos. Out here I was the only swimmer, but I was surrounded by stand-up paddlers, kayaks and slow electrical rental boats. I had been swimming for some minutes. I started to feel tired and realized that maybe smoking weed had made me overestimate my swimming capacity and underestimate the distance I'd have to swim to get across the harbour. Maybe swimming was a bad decision after all? Just at that moment I was overtaken by four young guys about my age in one of the rental boats. "You want a lift?" one of them, an extremely handsome black guy, asked. "You going across the harbour?" I inquired from the water. "We'll go anywhere you like. Where are you going?" "City Hall Square." "We can't take you all the way. But we'll get you as close as possible." The black guy helped me on board the small boat where he and his friends were sharing a pack of 24 cans of Carlsberg. "I'm Pierre," he introduced himself. "And this is Anders, Simon and Søren." "Hi, I'm Emma." I shook hands with all four of them. "Nice to meet you guys!" "We're just glad to help," Pierre smiled at me. "Fancy a beer?" Anders asked and opened a can for me. I took it and realized that smoking that joint had make me kind of thirsty. I drank and wiped away foam from my lips. Then I noticed a speedboat approaching from the inner harbour basin with a photographer with a long lens and a guy with a large video camera. Ekstra Bladet was back in business. "You want a towel?" Pierre asked. "No thanks! I'm not supposed to be covered at any time. I need to be visible for the men with the cameras on that boat over there. And for the general public. But I would like one of your cigarettes. I seem to have left mine at home." They all smiled, and Anders handed me his pack of King's Blue cigarettes and his lighter: "Help yourself!" "Thanks!" I took one from the pack, lit it and inhaled deeply. In the meantime, the speedboat had turned around and was going alongside us at low speed. I smiled, waved at the cameras with my cigarette and enjoyed another gulp of the ice-cold beer. We entered the inner harbour and passed under the Inner Harbour Bridge where pedestrians and cyclists were waving. "So, who are the men in that other boat?" Pierre asked. "Oh... They're from Ekstra Bladet. And Ekstra Bladet Television apparently," I explained. "It's kind of a game. It's called Naked Through the City. And I can make a lot of money if I can make it to the office of their editor-in-chief by five o'clock." "Sounds exciting!" Anders remarked. "Oh, it is. How much time do I have left by the way? I left my watch somewhere," I said and took another drag from my cigarette. "Yes. You're not really carrying a lot of stuff around," Pierre said. "You have another 38 minutes to get to City Hall Square. It's 16:22." The inner harbour was filled with boats of all sorts and sizes and people were swimming inside and outside the official bathing areas. "I guess I'm in a bit of a hurry then. Are we going at maximum speed?" I asked and exhaled a plume of smoke before emptying my beer can. "I'm afraid this is the best we can do," Pierre informed me. "These rental boats are a really slow. Which is fine. Considering that most people use them to go around the harbour getting drunk." "Like we do," Anders added. "Speaking of which: Would you like another?" He had opened the next can of Carlsberg before I could answer him. I drank. While we passed under the old Knippelsbro Bridge, where even larger crowds of people were waving and shouting, the four guys told me that they were all political science students at university, celebrating exams that they put behind them earlier that day. I wished I had time for a long boat ride with Pierre who was definitely the hottest of the four. "So is your family from Africa?" I asked him. "I was born and raised in Denmark. But my parents came from Côte d'Ivoire. That's why I have this funny French name." "Pierre is not funny. It's exotic. I think it's nice," I said and inhaled the last mouthful of smoke from my cigarette before I tossed it into the water. The boat was going at an alarmingly slow speed down the inner harbour as the minutes ticked away. Pierre and the others took countless pictures of each other and their naked passenger. The Ekstra Bladet boat with the two cameras busily at work was close by. In the meantime, a cluster of people had assembled at the right-hand side of the harbour. They seemed to follow us along the quay. I waved at them and they cheered. The four guys had decided to take me all the way to the Blox Centre for Architecture, which was at the end of Vester Voldgade, the street leading directly to City Hall Square. In the meantime the crowd on the quay had grown and seemed determined to follow our slow boat. Around 20 meters from Blox the electric engine stopped unexpectedly. "Fuck!" Anders remarked. They looked at each other. Clearly without a clue about what to do. "Sorry, boys! It was so nice of you. But I have a deadline. I'm afraid I've got to leave you." I emptied my second Carlsberg and hugged Anders, Simon and Søren before turning to Pierre. "Does anyone have a pen?" I asked. Simon quickly produced one from his pocket. I took Pierre's hand and wrote my eight-digit mobile phone number inside the bright palm of his hand. "Call me if you like," I said. "But don't do it before five. I don't have the phone on me right now." I smiled, put the pen into his hand and closed it. Then I kissed him on the mouth, using my tongue. His three friends were cheering like the crowd on the quay. Pierre just smiled. I jumped into the water, head-first, and started swimming toward the crowd, who were cheering and clapping still louder as I neared them. I reached the tall, orange ladder and climbed it. The first thing I saw when I lifted my head above the edge of the quay, was a uniformed police officer, making his way towards me. For a second, I considered jumping back into the water. Had they come for me because of my ticketless metro ride? Or simply because of my general indecent behaviour for the past hour? Soon, however, I realized that it made no sense to try and outswim the police. I climbed and stood before a smiling, young policeman in a short-sleeved uniform shirt. "You must be Emma!" he said. "Yes. I am. And I know you're probably going to arrest me. But could we talk some time after five? I'm in a real hurry now. And I obviously don't have an ID on me. But I promise I will come back to you and clear things up. And I will pay all due fines and be really cooperative if you can please, please wait half an hour before you arrest me. How do you know my name by the way?" I blurted out. "Relax, Emma!" the friendly officer laughed at me and continued: "Nobody wants to arrest you. This is a free country. After all, Denmark was the first country to legalize porn." "This is not porn!" I protested. "No. Of course not. You're just a Danish citizen enjoying the freedom we have to dress as we please, right?" he said with a broad smile and continued: "We know your name, because Ekstra Bladet has been live-streaming from the Naked Through the City event for the last 30 minutes on their website and on social media," he said and pointed to a large video camera to my left with a red Ekstra Bladet logo on it. Some of the people around us held up their smartphones so I could see myself talking to the police. "Okay?!" I said, taking it all in. "A lot of people know your name now, Emma. You'd better get used to that. I'm Allan, by the way. And we're here to escort you to City Hall Square and make sure you get there on time." I was overwhelmed, hugged Allan firmly and kissed him on the cheek so his uniform got wet from the harbour water. He let me do it and laughed just like the crowd around us. "What time is it?" I asked. "You have another 14 minutes before your deadline. As I said, we'll escort you and help you get there on time." "Yes. But I can't get into your patrol car. That would be against the rules." "We know the rules. My colleague Finn here, who would also very much like to say hello to you, and I will drive ahead of you, flashing the blue lights and you just walk, or maybe better run, behind us." A second officer, a guy in his forties, appeared behind Allan. "Hello, Finn. Nice to meet you!" I said and gave Finn the same wet hug-and-kiss that I'd just given Allan. The crowd cheered. A slightly overweight guy in his thirties next to the cameraman stepped forward: "Jonas Jørgensen, Ekstra Bladet. Do you have time for a short interview, Emma? You're on Ekstra Bladet's livestream." "Do I?" I asked Allan. "I wouldn't count on it. You're in a hurry now." "Sorry. I gotta run!" I said to Jonas Jørgensen and followed Allan and Finn through the enthusiastic crowd to their patrol car that was parked on the sidewalk with the blue lights flashing on top. Soon we were moving down Vester Voldgade -- for the last triumphant kilometre to City Hall Square and the offices of Ekstra Bladet. A lot of people were walking with me behind the police car while others were cheering from the sidewalks. As we got closer, I started running and continuously increased my speed. Finn, who was at the wheel, sped up accordingly, and so did the cameraman and still photographer who where passengers on each their motorbike right next to me. For the last 200 meters I ran as fast as I could with my large, unrestrained boobs bouncing wildly up and down. I arrived at the entrance, waved a quick goodbye to my police escort, entered through the revolving door and was met by a young woman. "You must be Emma!" she said. "How did you guess!" I said, totally out of breath after the run. "I'm Annika. I'm Poul's assistant. I'll take you upstairs to his office. Right this way! Being dressed like that you won't have to spend a long time clearing our security." "What time is it?" I asked as we waited for the elevator. "It's 4:56. It seems you made it," Annika said and pointed to a large digital clock on the wall. Upstairs, Annika left me at the chief editor's office and I entered through the open door. I met Poul, the editor I had been facetiming with from the beach, and a crowd of sweaty middle-aged men who were clapping their hands. The cameraman and the photographer entered behind me and soon got around me to get themselves and all the their viewers a full-frontal view of my nudity. Poul, the editor-in-chief, was looking at his wristwatch: "I'm sorry to say that Ekstra Bladet has just lost a bet. You made it, Emma! Congratulations!" He leant into me and hugged me, placing a wet kiss on my cheek. "Thank you!" I said as he let go of me after a while. "Would you do the honours and open this bottle?" Poul asked. He handed me a heavy, 3-liter magnum bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne. The foil and wire around the cork had been removed, so I just needed to pop the cork, which I did with a loud bang and champagne bubbling and spraying all over my face, tits and the floor. Somebody must have been shaking the bottle for that effect. The people around me clapped and waved their little red and white Danish flags and some guy took over the gigantic bottle and started pouring champagne into and beside the tall glasses that were arranged on the table. Poul handed me a large bouquet of red roses and ten 1000 kroner bills. He leant forward and whispered into my ear: "This is just for the cameras. You'll get the other 40.000 later." I nodded with relief. Poul then made a lengthy speech about the role of Ekstra Bladet as a provocative end rebellious paper with a very special role as the great taboo-breaker in Danish media and blah blah blah. Afterwards I made a short acceptance speech where I thanked Ekstra Bladet for giving me the opportunity and sent my warm thanks to the wonderful people who had helped me on the way. "And now I'd really like to put my clothes back on. And I'd like the rest of my stuff back. Because I really need a cigarette now." "Well, Emma. Christoffer, the photographer, brought us your sandals, your earrings and your watch. So you can start with that. I think the other photographer, Jacob, has the bag with your clothes and your cigarettes. I don't know where he is now. Can somebody please find out for me?" A young man immediately left the room. "And normally this is a non-smoking office. But since it's you, Emma. Does anybody have a cigarette for Emma?" He looked around and soon a number of cigarette packs were handed toward me. Most people in the room seemed to be smokers who had to suppress their urge at the office. I had a choice of several brands, picked a Red Prince cigarette and had it lit by a friendly man. Then I put on earrings, watch and heels and watched Ekstra Bladets photo editor as he introduced a slideshow of my trip from Amager Beach, via Christiania and the Copenhagen Harbour to City Hall Square. It would premiere on Ekstra Bladets website within a few minutes. I was on my fourth or fifth glass of Veuve Clicquot by then and had, frankly, given up counting. As the slideshow had been shown once, people seemed to drift out of the office and back to their workstations. The journalist I had turned down by the harbour came back to me: "Remember me? Jonas Jørgensen. I just wanted to congratulate you!" he said and hugged me intensely, smelling of old sweat. "Thank you!" I said, as he finally let go. "I think you owe me an interview, Emma!" "So... what do you want to know?" "What's it like to be naked in the city?" "Oh, on a hot day like this it's very comfortable. You should try it, Jonas. You look a bit overheated yourself." "So... you haven't had any unpleasant experiences?" "What do you mean?" "Like men touching you?" "Well... one or two in the metro. It can get crowded during rush-hour. But then I decided to walk and swim the rest of the way. And most people have been very friendly. In particular I'd like to thank Pierre and his friends who took me along for a boat ride across the harbour." I bummed another cigarette from Jonas Jørgensen and lit it. His interview seemed to never end, and I got increasingly irritated by his silly questions. I wanted my money and my clothes. And somehow, I wanted my old identity as a completely unknown anthropology student back. Even though that was probably too much to ask. Finally, Jonas Jørgensen ended the long video livestream and said goodbye to the viewers. Suddenly my bag turned up. I was allowed to put on my panties, bra, T-shirt and cut-off Levi's. And even the cameras were gone. It was quite a contrast when everybody but the editor-in-chief had left his office. The traffic sounds outside were distant and the room almost silent. "Can I offer you another glass of champagne?" he asked. "No thanks. I think I've had enough. I just want to go home now," I said and took the last drag from my cigarette before putting it out in one of the many half-empty glasses of expensive champagne. "Of course, Emma. I have this for you. Our little secret." He handed me an envelope. I opened it and counted forty 1000 kroner bills. "Well... I suppose that's it then," I said. There was an awkward silence. The editor leant into me and hugged me firmly for a long time, sniffing in my scent through his nose. I got out of his grip. "Bye then," I said as I pushed the door handle. "Take care, Emma," he smiled fatherly from his desk. I walked through the newsroom without being particularly noticed -- the difference being that I was now wearing clothes and looking like a normal person. Downstairs I nodded at the receptionist who didn't seem to recognize me. Outside on the pavement the crowd had gone. I lit one of my Marlboros and switched on my phone as I was walking across City Hall Square. Text messages started pouring in by the dozens. I'd read them later. Then the phone rang. Unknown number. I answered it by reflex and regretted it at once but put the phone to my ear anyway. "Hello!" "Emma? Is that you? It's Pierre. Remember me?" "Of course. And thanks again for your help." "I was thinking... Maybe you'd like to meet? We're down at Islands Brygge outside the boat rental emptying the last beers." I thought about the offer for a few seconds. Then: "Yes, I can be there in 20 minutes or so." "Great!" He sounded relieved. "You may not recognize me. I'm wearing clothes." "I'll live with that for now, Emma. And I hope there may be a chance to change it later tonight." "You never know. Do you, Pierre?" I said and ended the call, hurrying toward Islands Brygge.

No More Control byR3ighter© No More Control Ch. 12 Sonya silently played in her pussy moving in the rhythm of Marietta's arm. The familiar sweet smell filled Sonya's nostrils once again. Marietta had a satisfying orgasm and then got up to go clean herself. She stopped dead to see Sonya standing behind her playing in her pussy. It's was Marietta's turn to be embarrassed. She was caught. She froze. However, her friend was openly masturbating again looking at her in the eye. "No...it's...ok...Marie.." Sonya said between each breath. "What...you did...was HOT! I...think, I'm going...outside to CUM again!" Sure enough, Sonya turned around and went out to the patio to finish herself off out in the open. She walked right out there without looking to see if people were outside. She had another orgasm softly moaning. Satisfied with her latest sexual display, she stretched. She was still outside naked on the patio. Marietta just stood there in amazement. Did her friend prefer to go outside naked just to cum? Before she had time to process, Sonya walked back inside. "Are you not supposed to remove the forest between my legs? Let's do that now!" Sonya pulled Marietta by the hand to take her to the bathroom. Stammering Marietta said, "I th—think its time for another shower." Marietta saw Sonya's legs were covered in her heavenly juices again. She did not recognize who this woman was that was in Sonya's body. However, Marietta had a theory. Every time Sonya went to sleep, she came back a little more open, a little more free, a little different. It appears that her nudity addiction and inhibitions diminish every time. That is the only explanation of why Sonya's behavior was different after she woke up from her nap. Interrupting Marietta's thoughts, Sonya replied. "Of course! Let's take a shower together!" She then ran the water up to temperature and hopped in. "Come join me Marie." Sonya's hot wet goddess body was covered in water. "I'm officially a lesbian now," Marie thought to herself. The two women explored each other's bodies and make sure soap covered all the important parts. Sonya was all smiles and giggles. Marietta wanted to romantically embrace this beautiful goddess that stood before her. She decided to go for it. "Sonya?" she said meekly in the shower. "Do you want to do something romantic Marie?" Wide eyed, Marietta said "How..did you know?" Sonya replied "It's all over your face Marie. Now that I know for sure you are bi, who am I to deny your feelings! It's the least I can do considering all the I have dragged you through." Sonya pulled Marietta close and kissed her deeply. Initiating the embrace, Sonya held her best friend close in the most romantic position. She loved her best friend. While she still had mixed feelings about being exclusive to a woman, giving something important to Marietta mattered so much to her. The best gift she could give is her love and her body. Sonya like seeing Marietta naked. Marietta never wanted to see Sonya wear clothes again. Fresh and clean, the two naked women stepped out the shower and dried off. Marietta gathered up the hair removal supplies looking forward to seeing Sonya's pussy up close and personal. Seemingly losing all inhibitions, Sonya comfortably spread her legs so Marietta had easy access. 30 minutes later, Sonya was clean and smooth down below. Even at rest, her prominent clitoris was visible and prod to be exposed. Marietta could not stop staring at it. Her lips wanted to get closer. Interrupting the moment Sonya said, "Thanks so much! After being naked so long today, it feels nice to finally see all of myself! I'm really starting to fall in love with my body!" Marietta looked back at her friend lovingly. She was glad her friend finally found something that makes her happy. She knew her friend is going down a questionable path, but the sparkle in Sonya's eye was so genuine, she didn't want to take that away. Marietta smiled back at her friend. She said, "Well, now that you are all the way naked, we need to talk about your clothing situation. You were really upset this morning because you couldn't put clothes on." The glow in Sonya's eyes faded again. It was almost like she had returned to her normal self. "Marie, you are right," Sonya said. I don't know why my body had a strong reaction to clothing this morning. In fact I have been suppressing my thoughts about this ever since I passed out at work and went to the hospital. My subconscious is just saying 'no clothes' and I want to give into that. I want to explore and see how far this goes. All I know is that clothes are not what I need right now. Even I know I have changed so much already. I think me finally having that massive orgasm and watching porn and you seeing me naked and masturbating has just unlocked something that I don't want to put away. If staying naked is my key to happiness, I think I want to do what it takes to push myself to new levels. I had no shame or fear going outside naked on my balcony to cum. I think I'll need your help if I am going to fulfill my dreams. Amazed and turned on once again Marietta said, "You mean to tell me you want to be this way? I mean you can't just go around naked all the time." "I know I shouldn't, but I think I can get away with it," Sonya said breaking eye contact and looking down at the floor. Her bare feet shifting uneasily. "I have nothing else that makes me happy and today has been the best day of my adult life. I think I should continue to watch porn and masturbate naked on my balcony. I think I should stop wearing clothes too. I will need your your help to make this happen. I want to go naked outside my apartment too." She looked back up to her friend seeking approval. "So, you are giving up clothes and you want me to help you go naked in public places?" Marietta said with an inquisitive look. "Yes, I know this is breaking a total taboo, but you have seen how happy I was today," Sonya replied. "Yes you were the happiest I have ever seen you. Where do you want to go naked?" Sonya's eyes brightened. That sparkle appeared in her eyes. "I want to try as many things as a I can. I want to start tonight if you are up for it." Marietta replied, "I would love to help you. I"ll look out for you and you can explore your new hobby of total nudity." "Thanks sooo much!!" Sonya leaned forward and hugged her naked friend. Sonya was going to go naked outside and Marietta may never see her friend wearing clothes ever again. Nude proud and fully shaved, Sonya stood naked in front of her friend. Sonya's pussy was eye level with Marietta. Her large clit on display for all to see. Marietta moved back a little bit as not to be tempted to eat Sonya's pussy. "Like what you see?" Sonya asked proudly. "You know I do. Marietta quickly flicked Sonya's clit with her tongue." Teasingly, Sonya stepped back a little.. "Look who is being naughty!" She giggled. Sonya walked out the bathroom. "Let's watch a movie or something. It is probably too early for me to go outside naked just yet." "Are you nervous at all?" Marietta asked. "I totally am. But I'm taking your advice. I'm just going to do it and try something new. I have conflicted feelings about all of this, but it feels like this is something I have to do. Also, on the way out of the room, I glanced over to my closet full of clothes and I hated looking at them. I had to close the closet door with my eyes shut because I don't want to see them anymore. I don't know what has come over me, but can't control this side of me. I just want more and more nakedness. I love the idea of being permanently nude." "Maybe you should take a nap and think about this more?" Marietta wanted to see if her theory was correct. Knowing full well Sonya may wake up less inhibited than she had before. Sonya replied "No, not right now. I think I've slept a lot today already," she smiled warmly. The sun was beginning to go down. Sonya was standing naked in front of a window with the blinds open. "Are you not worried about someone peeking in and seeing you?" Marietta asked. Sonya said, "I am aware someone could see me, but given the fact I'm planning to go outside naked in a few hours, does it really matter if they can see in?" "Are you not worried that someone would steal your stuff?" Marietta was just making sure Sonya was still in her right mind. Sonya replied. "Not really, I mean if they want an 8 year old flat screen and a bottom barrel computer from 5 years ago, more power to them." Sonya had a point. She did live a humble and modest lifestyle. Outside of her clothes and car, she did not have many items of notable value. Sonya also added, "This may the only interesting or meaningful thing I do with my life." "Well, I guess you are ready to do this," Marietta said. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you transform so quickly again?" Sonya looked back at Marietta and gestured to her naked body. "I think my body got tired of my boring life and stopped listening to my brain. I'm pretty sure I'm just along for the right right now. But it's been so fun and exciting to just live on impulse instead of limiting myself to a boring existence. Every time I have passed out, I woke up different. Even after my nap I felt different. A part of me is really scared at how far I'm going to go. But another part of me is taking over and I want to given in. I'm tired of being boring." Marietta's theory confirmed, she continued to listen. Sonya continued, "When you found me naked on the floor the second time after I masturbated, I knew you were the one to help me see this through. Don't forget this was also the first time I watched porn and I love it! I find the traditional nudist lifestyle boring but there is something about getting naked in public I can't get out of my head. I have to try it! When I took a nap naked on the patio I had the most marvelous dream. The sun and air over every inch of my body was exhilarating. People were turning their heads to look at all of me. I had no idea where any of my clothes were and I didn't care! I was going to tell you but when I saw you getting off on the computer, I was so happy to see you that way. My body did this to you. I like having that feeling to just be naked and making you feel good looking at me. That's why I started touching myself while I was watching you." "So you do know you are changing," Marietta replied. "I had also noticed you have become less reserved. There are may parts of the new you I really enjoy! The whole naked thing, I don't know how far you want to go, but you turn me on so much that I want to see it through to the end." Sonya replied "I want to see how it feels to go outside naked in public for the first time, then I'll know my answer. After watching public nudity porn, I love watching the risks the women take." Marietta replied, "Well, that's not real life Sonya. Some of those could be staged. While some of the amateur scenes are shot in public places, they are not fully nude all the time. What you are asking to do is a little more intense. I just want you to understand that." Sonya was aware of her actions and she was still in her right mind. Albeit, she's developed some very kinky interests in the past 24 hours. A jolt like this was needed to reboot Sonya's life to what it is now. Add on top of the fact that she has been hiding this knockout body from the world. One more thing to add is that as a beautiful woman, walking around naked should prove to be easier to accomplish without legal action being taken quite as quickly. Marietta dare not mention this to Sonya for fear of how far she will go with her newfound lifestyle. In response to Marietta, "Here's the thing Marie, I know what I would like to do is more extreme than the videos I saw online. That's the whole point in a way. They are wearing clothes and then exposing themselves in public. Something has happened where I just don't want to wear them at all. My sex drive has tripled, I know my cum has changed to some wild crazy inhuman scent. I know that you have smelled it. Its really sweet smelling and I have no idea why!" Marietta blushed. "You shaved my pussy for me! We are sitting here butt naked! The fact I can even say any of this with a straight face and mean it is incredible!" Sonya began to smile. "I just don't want to live with limits anymore or fight myself. I've become obsessed with nakedness and I don't want to stop any time soon. Even if I get in trouble, I just want to say I did it and I finally lived my life instead of existing. I can't continue how I used to be. So I'm choosing the exact opposite." Marietta just sat there looking at her naked friend. This new Sonya was indeed a force of nature. She openly admitted she doesn't care about getting in trouble while naked in public. "Marie, you are never quiet. Do you have anything to say?" Sonya asked. "That's a lot to take in Sonya. It sounds like you just want to give up wearing clothes and just see what happens. What if you offend someone? You can't go to crowded places anymore like stores if you choose this lifestyle," Marietta said. "Well, have I ever liked being around people Marie?" Sonya replied. "I mean come on, I'm pretty reclusive as it is. Thanks to modern times, home delivery makes it so easy to only go out when you have to. If I need something from the store, you can get it while you are out. Or I can just ride with you and stay in the parking lot. I don't care to make sacrifices. I just want to do as much as I can naked." Marietta was a loss for words. Even though she had so many orgasms today, she couldn't believe she was getting horny again. Sitting naked on the chair, she could feel her pussy getting wet. The whole time Sonya was talking, her clit has slowly growing and and rising. I was not sticking straight out from her fit slender frame. A little bit of cum was beginning to drip from her pussy. Sonya had become a total exhibitionist. Unable to control herself, Marietta gave into her own inhibitions and moved in to eat Sonya's pussy. No More Control Ch. 13 Sonya smiled as her best friend ate her pussy. "I saw my clit was growing when I was talking to you. It was right in front of your face. I knew eventually this would happen. Marietta replied with a muffled mumble. What Sonya didn't know is that her sweet cum nectar indeed did have an aphrodisiac effect. Marietta always had good oral skills in bed, but Sonya's cum was a taste that she just wanted to get lost in. Having a large clit helped. She used her dick sucking skills to ignite every nerve ending on Sonya's clit. Sonya was looking out of the open window. She really wanted to go out on the patio. However, her friend was so lost in the moment she didn't want to interrupt. In fact, Marietta was clutching Sonya's hips tighter pushing her face close and closer and deeper and deeper. Sonya could feel Marietta's tongue dive deep and explore her womanhood. "OHMIGOD!" Sonya moaned loudly. Nothing could prepare her for the pleasure Marietta unleashed on her body. Sonya's hips began to buck in rhythm. Marietta's sucking synced as well. Sonya was face fucking her best friend with the windows wide open for anyone to see. Marietta finally gained control and released Sonya's hips from their pleasure prison. She looked up while licking Sonya's slit and spoke. "I'll help you live your life naked. I love you." Sonya's knees buckled as she slowly collapsed on the couch. Her hips bucking uncontrollably as she orgasmed. Now free from Marietta's mouth, Sonya's sweet scent filled the apartment. Her friendship with Marietta has gotten stronger. She's having the most intense physical orgasms of her life. Most importantly, she's genuinely happy to be alive. Sonya sat legs spread on the couch as her body continued to quake. Marietta had grabbed her phone and started taking more pictures and even got a video of Sonya's clit pulsating. She plugged up her phone to Sonya's computer to transfer the files over. Remembering she posted a picture on 'Reddot', she decided to tell her friend what she had been up to. "Since I know you are all in on this naked lifestyle now, come over here," said Marietta. Slowly getting up from the cough a very satisfied naked Sonya walked to the computer. "I organized all your pictures and videos from earlier, see?" Sonya's screen filled with pictures of her naked body. "Wow you have been busy!" Sonya said with delight. "Wait there's more," Marietta replied. She pulled up the 'Reddot' website and logged in. "I put a picture of your ass on the internet. Let's see if anyone left some comments." Sonya's eyes widened with excitement and her clit began to swell again. Someone else besides Marietta had seen her naked. She couldn't wait to see what picture Marietta chose. When Marietta logged in, there were 10 messages waiting an over 50 comments and over 100 up votes. Sonya's nude pic has only been live for a few hours and was already gaining a lot of attention online. "Wow, I guess I really am as pretty as you say!" Sonya said excitedly reading all the messages and comments. She would have to come back to the website and play in her pussy later. Marietta said "See told you had a knockout body! I'm just glad you are finally realizing it. I'll text you the user name and password so you can check later." Changing the subject Sonya said, "I can't wait to go outside naked." Sonya said this in her sultry lust filled tone. She was staring off into the distance. Empowerment was oozing from her. "I guess I need to go get ready." "What do you mean by that?" Marietta asked. "Well, I need to freshen up and put on a little make up. Can't be going naked in public with out moisturized skin and makeup right?" Marietta has created a beautiful monster. Sonya was indeed serious about this. Feeling a sense of responsibility, Marietta said "Ok let me also get ready and check to see if everything is clear." Marietta got up and put her clothes on. She didn't want to get dressed but she was not ready to go out in the buff like Sonya was about to do. Instead she chose to put on her clothes without her bra. She even left a few buttons open to show more skin. In fact, her areola were barely covered because so many buttons were not fastened. Satisfied she was decent enough, Marietta went outside to walk around the apartment complex. Unsure of where Sonya wanted to go, she just tried to get a lay of the land and if there were any hiding opportunities for a naked woman. There was still a little bit of daylight outside. Enough to see and just dark enough to have to turn your lights on if you were driving. Sonya lived on the 4th floor. Her front door exited to an outdoor central area with 4 units on each floor with a stairway in the middle. Marietta felt her braless boobs bounce as she went down the stairs. Her shirt was so open that one of her tits popped out. Because no one was around, she didn't bother to put her boob back in. She was starting to wonder if Sonya's cum had an effect on her somehow. She was fairly nervous sitting naked on the balcony/patio area outside Sonya's apartment. For some reason she was not nervous at all walking around nearly topless in public with one tit out in the open. She knew she could cover up in a enough time if anyone came around. That was her reasoning. Now on the ground floor, she was facing the parking lot. Reluctantly, she tucked her tit back in but was glad that her shirt still showed so much of her breasts. There was not much activity in the parking lot. She could hear a car in the distance but nothing in the immediate area. She decided to walk to the courtyard. Once in the center, she looked up to Sonya's apartment to see how visible she could be from this distance. To her surprise, Sonya was naked outside on the balcony playing with her pussy again. You had to be looking up and know what you were looking for, but once you noticed, there was no denying that a naked woman was pleasuring herself in plain view. Sonya waved first with her free hand. Her hips bucked and Marietta could she was cumming again. Marietta decided to take both tits out and wave them back at her shameless friend. Sonya blue a kiss as her hips continued to buck. She lowered herself in a chair to let the orgasm subsided. It was time that Sonya has her first naked night out. Marietta decided to keep her tits out and walk back up the 4 flights of stairs. The breeze felt great. She was horny after watching her friend. She couldn't wait to see Sonya naked in public. Opening the door, she found Sonya relaxing with her eyes closed spread eagle on the patio. Her sweet scent filled the air, her clit pulsating. "Nice show you put on!" Marietta said with approval. "I know! I wanted to go outside one more time naked to make sure I wanted to do this. You saw the rest. I just can't stop touching myself. But I don't feel ashamed to stop either. When you saw me, I just wanted to keep going. I think I have a problem, Marie..." Sonya's voice trailed off. "And what problem is that?" Marie replied. "I might not be able to stop," Sonya said. "What if I get worse? What if I become a total naked masturbation freak?" Sensing cold feet, Marietta replied, "Your life has gotten so much better these past few days. Look how happy you are! So you want to be your old boring self or do you want to be this new totally exciting person to be around? I just walked around outside with my tits out and it was exciting! No one was around. Do this naked thing and enjoy it! Don't worry about other people. Don't let your thoughts get in the way. This is the first time I've seen you live your life. So what if you want to live without clothes?" There was no denying that Marietta's words had an effect on Sonya. Her clit had rose again and was hard as a rock pulsating again. Sonya had started touching herself again as a sparkle in her eye returned. Openly pleasuring herself again, Sonya stood up slowly jacking her clit. "You are right Marie. This feels soo good! I don't want to stop. See?" She was indeed openly masturbating naked on the balcony facing her friend once again. "I don't want to stop. This feels right." Her hips quivered. "This makes me so happy. I like playing in my pussy. I like cumming outside. I'm going to try to live without clothes!" Jacking her clit and walking closer to Marietta, she locked lips with her best friend and gave her a big kiss. Sonya furiously jacked her clit cumming once again naked outside. The two women held their embrace as Sonya's orgasm subsided. "Thank you so much for being there for you Marie. I hope that in some way I can satisfy you here too." "You already are Sonya," Marie had tears in her eyes. Her best friend was spreading her wings. She's found her calling and she's chosen to keep Marietta in this adventure. Marietta stood out on the balcony with her tits out. Sonya had gone inside to freshen up. She returned to the patio with a small purse. Nothing else. "I'm ready to go out now. I want to see what it's like to go around without clothes." No More Control Ch. 14 "Are you going to bring anything to cover up with?" Marietta asked. "I already tried Marie, I can't stand the feeling of touching clothes. Even holding this purse feels odd against my skin but I need something to carry my ID and keys. Plus I can just leave it in the car if I'm with you," Sonya said "So we are leaving the apartment complex and riding in my car?" Marietta asked amazed at what she was hearing. "Are you sure about this?" "Marie, I'm not sure about anything right now. I'm about leave my home with nothing but a purse and I'm totally ok with it. You know how odd it is for me to say that, accept it, and still do it? I'm actually fighting the urge to masturbate right now. Even though I'm about to leave out stark naked, I want to be a little normal. If possible. Though I'm pretty sure this is my new normal. I just feel compelled to stay naked and do everything naked and play in my pussy at all times. I can't explain it. I guess I have a growing addiction. Instead of drugs, its orgasms. It's embarrassing to admit this but I can't stop." Sonya wasn't lying. Marietta watched Sonya's nipples get rock hard and her clit stood to attention once again. "We don't have to do this, we can find help for you instead," Marietta said for the first time feeling very concerned for her friend. Sony replied, "Marie, no. My mind is made up. What am I going to get help for? I don't want to go back to my boring life full of nothing. I know what I'm about to do is break all sorts of taboos but my sexual awakening is probably exactly what I need. Let's go!" And with that, Sonya walked right out of her apartment butt ass naked with no clothes. She had no safety net. No cover. Marietta locked the apartment door and quickly followed. She could not let Sonya's hot body out of her sight. Sonya had already gone down the first flight for stairs. Ass bouncing and tits giggling. The sensation of her bare feet touching rough surfaces was new for her. She never went out barefoot. "I hate the idea of shoes. But maybe next time I'll try flip flops," she thought to herself. She didn't care that she was naked. She actually felt more alive exposed like this. She felt even better the further she got away from your clothes. Marietta had caught up with her enjoying the sensation of going braless. She was amazed that Sonya was doing this with total confidence. "So how does it feel Sonya?" Marietta asked. "It feels like I should have done this a long time ago," Sonya replied. "I feel more at ease right now than I ever have been wearing clothes. Let's get to your car so we can go somewhere!" "You are not worried about being seen?" Marietta asked. "Yeah. I'm not sure how anyone will react, but I'm going to try my best to act natural" "Ok. I'll watch out for you." Marietta was a little nervous, but she had to help her friend. This was the first remarkably interesting thing Sonya has done that one would consider daring or ambitious. While the sudden shift of Sonya going from meek and boring to wild and naked is a lot to take in, Marietta was enjoying the ride. It was late evening and a lot of people were usually inside anyway this time of day. Surprisingly, no one saw Sonya walk naked to Marietta's car. There were people everywhere all around walking their dogs or on their phone but Sonya's naked walk went unnoticed because she was acting natural. Potential onlookers were too far away to really notice. Sonya noticed this quite quickly. Her feet hitting the warm asphalt were the sensations she took most note of. Everyone was in the distance and even some people were facing here but really didn't process that a naked woman was walking out and about. It was probably due to the low light of the late evening. Sonya was first to get to Marietta's car. Marietta beeped the lock open. Sonya still just stood butt naked by the car with a smile on her face. She only had her purse. "You really are enjoying this aren't you?" Marietta asked. "Like I've said before Marie, I just can't explain it! I could cum right now. You see how hard my nipples are and my clit is a dead give away! Might as well call it a mood ring!" Sonya said that as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She didn't even bother to keep her voice down. Marietta looking around, noticed that everyone in the distance really wasn't paying attention. Maybe she could get used to this. "Looks like acting natural is working," Marietta said. "Yeah this is great! Let's go somewhere!" Sonya said with excitement. The two women got in the car. Sonya rolled the windows down. Marietta was leaving Sonya's apartment. Sonya had no clothes or any emergency cover and was loving every second. For the first time in her life, Sonya was genuinely happy. All she had to do is was stop wearing clothes. She couldn't believe it was that simple. Marietta saw a changed woman. All smiles all nude. Marietta drove a midsize SUV. This did afford Sonya some cover from driving motorists as many would not be able to see in easily. "For all they know, I just have a tube top on," Sonya snickered. "Too bad you can't wear a tube top even if you tried!" Marietta responded. She was also smiling and having a laugh with her friend. They pulled out of the apartment complex and headed down the street. Sonya's clit was sticking straight out and throbbing. Marietta could smell sweetness again. Luckily she had a seat cover. "Getting turned on again are we?" Marietta asked. "You bet! I'm going to have to get used to this. I can't be touching myself 24/7 right? I want to right now, but I don't want to miss out on seeing people as we ride along," Sonya said. "Your call," Marietta said. She could feel her nipples stiffen again. Sonya's free spirit was really a turn on. She could be her own fetish at this point. "I'll wait," Sonya said. I want to see how far I can go and see how horny I can be before I have to give in. It's fun to edge and push that limit. Let's see how long I can go before I need to get off. I love doing this!" "Have you decided where you want to go yet?" Marietta asked. "Hmm, I want to walk around somewhere but I'm sure the parks are closing because it's already late. It's the weekend. Maybe we can check out a business place or something? A lot of places are not open on the weekends so it should be pretty quiet there." Marietta thought about the situation. It sounded like a good idea. "Ok," she said. "Let's do it!" Sonya's theory was indeed correct. She had the windows down in plain view of cars in traffic and no one noticed! Marietta had to concentrate of driving so she couldn't look at Sonya as much as she liked. Sonya's eyes looked at all cars hoping for a reaction. No one was paying attention. While she was disappointed she wasn't seen she was certain this naked thing could be done! She started to think about giving all her clothes away. Lost in thoughts, Marietta drove and they eventually arrived at their destination. The business complex was totally empty except for a few work trucks in the parking lot. With the exception of security cameras, it was a pretty desolate place. Sonya saw this was the perfect opportunity to test the waters being naked in public. Without hesitation, the naked goddess left her purse on the floor and got out the car stark naked. "You were not going to let me check before you got out?" Marietta asked playfully. "No, If someone sees me, oh well," Sonya replied. "This is my clothing of choice and I'll have to get used to it. Let's walk around." She walked away from the car. Sonya was miles from all her clothes and now even her purse was being left behind. Marietta hurried to get closer to this boldly naked woman who has said no to clothes. The business complex was shaped like a horse shoe. Being that there were no retail outlets in the area, it was desolate. But there were lights on in the parking lot areas and some business had lights on in front of their doors. Marietta got an idea. "Hey stand under a light. I want to get a picture for 'Reddot'. Obediently, Sonya stopped under the next light. Her naked body was illuminated and her features more defined. It was enough light for the camera to get a good picture. She struck a few poses and Marietta took pictures. She even turned and stood sideways and thrust her hips forward showing her very erect clit. Satisfied with posing, they moved on to the bottom of the 'U' of the horseshoe. Marietta had counted about 5 cameras so far. Sonya took notice and said, "I'm not worried about the cameras. I just love the freedom! They probably won't check unless their business got broken into anyway." She did a twirl in front of the 6th camera." Marietta noticed Sonya's feet were getting black on the bottom. "Are you not worried about your feet getting dirty?" "The question is can I even handle wearing sandals Marie," Sonya replied. "Not only do I hate the idea of putting anything on my body, I don't think I'm physically able to any more. I'm pretty sure I'm getting worse and I don't want to stop!" Sonya reached down and started jacking her clit. She had turned herself on even more talking about hating clothes. It was a heck of a sight to see Sonya walking and masturbating. "I guess I can only last about 30 minutes before I give in to my horny desire," Sonya turned and said to Marietta. "You know, no one is around." Sonya reached into Marietta's shirt..she winced at touching the fabric. She took Marietta's tits out her shirt. "There you look better," Sonya said with a smile. The two women continued their walk. One was butt naked and openly masturbating and the other had her tits out. They finished walking the bottom of the U shape of the business complex. They were now very far from the car. Sonya has been naked for 45 minutes straight and she's been walking around naked in public for about 10 minutes. "Looks like we are getting closer to the car," Marietta said. "Looks like I need to cum before we get there," Sonya said. Still keeping her walking pace, Sonya jacked her clit faster. She inserted a finger in her pussy as well enjoying the sensation of twirling in her juices. Sonya was dripping wet and every few steps, Marietta saw a droplet of pussy juice hit the ground. Sonya had started to moan and was having difficulty walking. Her hips would buck occasionally. Marietta decided to record a video. It's not every day you see a very attractive woman masturbating while naked in public and walking around. Marietta was glad Sonya took her tits out. She started playing with her nipples watching the naked goddess. They were almost to the car and Sonya's pace had come a crawl. She was getting close to cumming. Standing in the middle of the parking lot, she finally had her orgasm. She was dripping thick globs of her arousal from her hand and like before, it was a lot of fluid. Sonya moaned loudly in public. Once she got control of her body she sighed from pleasure and licked her hand clean. "I love this!" Sonya said. "I don't need clothes!" She said that while staring intently into the camera. Too bad Sonya's face was in the video. Marietta wasn't ready to do a face reveal on 'Reddot' yet. They just got started. Marietta stopped recording the video to take in the sight of the beautiful bare caramel goddess once again. Up top was Sonya's natural curly hair, almond colored eyes, and full lips. Traveling down her slender neck to her midsection you had beautifully full perky C cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity. However, they were full and all natural. Her nipples were large and prominent but her brown areola were the perfect size framing her nipples perfectly. Moving down further, her waist narrowed. Her belly button was an 'innie' with that signature toned look. Moving lower, her hips flared out to frame her perfectly proportioned ass (that Marietta wish she could see right now). Her pubic mound added more definition to her womanly features and the final icing on the cake was that proud and large 2 inch clit clad to be open to all the world standing proud always giving away Sonya's mood. Traveling further down her body, her thick thighs maintained her proportions and toned down to tones legs and of course well manicured bare feet. It's a shame she doesn't want to wear shoes, but then Marietta couldn't imagine her naked in public with shoes on either. Finally her beautiful well toned caramel skin, though it had hints of tan lines from from being covered, still had even tone all around without a blemish to be found. She was absolutely stunning to look at. Still standing bare without a care, Sonya watched Marietta's eyes roam her body. Studying her best friends blue eyes intently kept the situation from being awkward. Instead of feeling awkward in this situation, she decided to take some time to study her friend and think. Sonya could see the spark in Marietta's eye. Today had been very special for her friend. For once, they could be the same as equals. Sonya was no longer a burden. She might become a handful with this naked lifestyle but no longer a pull down on Marietta's friendship. When Marietta didn't stop staring, Sonya decided to study Marietta's DD breasts hanging out for all to see. She had nipples a little smaller than Sonyas and they were framed with larger areola. However, for anyone, they would be fun in bed. While they were a little saggy, she had nothing to complain about. Sonya moved closer and closer to her friend. They began to embrace each other. Tits touching. Sonya and Marietta locked lips. Sonya shuddered at touching Marietta's shirt. The sensation of hot sandpaper was felt on her stomach. She fought through the uncomfortable feeling and continued to kiss her friend deeply. She reached up and grabbed Marietta's tit and squeezed gently. "Thank you for everything Marie," Sonya whispered. "I love you," Marietta replied. Gently pulling away. Sonya replied "Please, let's talk about this right now Marie. Do you know what you are saying? For you to say that too me means that you really don't want anyone else but me? What about starting a family? What will your mother say?" Marietta without hesitation replied, "I've had feelings for you since I was younger. You were the reason why I even accepted the reality that I was bisexual. I was always attracted to you as more than a friend. I saw past your flaws. I didn't care if you had a bland or boring personality. I think about you more than your realize and I'm not afraid to admit that right now. I understand perfectly that you may not see me as more than a friend right now, but at this moment, nothing matters more to me than your happiness. Today has been one of the best of my life watching transform into this naked goddess!" Sonya stood there processing everything. Marietta was willing to do anything for her. Sonya was not sure about her feelings at the moment because her own love life was a mess. Choosing words carefully. "All I know is that right now, you are the right person for me. I say it this way because I don't want to risk our friendship for love. You have been there for all the important moments when I needed someone. You are the reason why I did not slip deeper into depression. I will never forget that. I don't want to go deeper and begin a relationship for me to lose everything." "Sonya, I'm in this no matter what. I'll prove it to you." Marietta started taking off all her clothes. Marietta took off her top first. She let it fall to the ground. She took her keys out of her pocket and let them fall to the other side. She placed her phone in her purse and also set them beside her keys. Bending down, she took off her shoes and socks and pants. She didn't bother to wear a bra and panties when she went out on her adventure with Naked Sonya. She stepped out of the pile of clothing and picked up her keys and purse. She locked eyes with Sonya who's jaw had dropped. Marietta spoke. "If I have to go naked to prove my love for you, I'll do it. At this moment in time, your happiness matters. If you want to stop wearing clothes, I'll make it happen for you. If you need me, I'll be there. If you choose to be with someone else, I'll stand aside just and be your best friend. I'm tired of not being true to myself. My relationships didn't work because I could never eclipse the feelings I have for you. After struggling to maintain appearances and date men, you always won my heart!" Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Sonya finally understood how far Marietta was willing to go for her. An emotion that she worked hard to bury came to light. That emotion was vulnerable unconditional love. Who knew in this desolate business park, two women would bare their bodies and soul for each other. Marietta has put her heart outstretched for Sonya to do anything she would like. Sonya once again stepped to her now naked best friend. Unrestricted by clothing, Sonya kissed Marietta deeper than she had before. Their hands started to roam their naked bodies. Fingers playing pussies, tongues intertwining in excitement. Hands cupping breasts, caressing and pulling nipples. The two naked women were bound by love. "Marie, if this is how your truly feel, then I will take a leap of faith and begin this journey with you. For the record, I do not feel like you have sent me on a guilt trip. I just needed to know that no matter what, we would still be friends if something were to happen. Today I've given myself the beast happiness and pleasure. I know I might sound selfish, but I was expecting someone else to fill in this void and all I needed to do was fill it in myself. Even though I'm changing, you are right here and not letting go! I made the mistake of keeping others out of my life but you have stuck it out and here we are!" Sonya embraced Marietta and rubbed her back. Marietta was still sobbing tears of joy. No More Control Ch. 15 The naked women held their embrace a few moments longer. They were outside in a public place. One woman had no clothes. The other had stripped butt naked where she stood. "Are you hungry?" Sonya asked. "Yeah, wanna grab something?" Marietta said. "Sure! Tacos!" Naked Sonya playfully turned and strolled to the car. Marietta watched her perfect body sway in rhythm and her feet roll ever so sexy and her butt giggle ever so slightly. Marietta reached down and picked up her phone and purse. She walked away from her clothes laying on the ground. Sonya had already sat down in the car. She was surprised and excited to see Marietta's curvy naked form appear in the driver's seat. "What are you up to Marie?" Sonya asked. Marietta smiled at Sonya and turned the keys and started the car. "We are getting Tacos," Marietta replied. "You are going to get Tacos dressed like that?" Sonya teased. "Yep. If you can go naked, I can do it too." "But you liked that outfit you left in the parking lot." "So? You don't like clothes and I can't touch you like this unless I'm naked." Marietta slid her hand across the car and reached between Sonya's legs and rubbed her clit. "See," Marietta said. "My arm is resting slightly against your nipple. My short sleeve shirt would be touching your collar bone. You wouldn't like that." Sonya's hips started rocking in the seat. "You are right, I don't want clothes to touch my body," She said breathlessly. Marietta pulled her fingers out of Sonya's pussy, licked her fingers of the dazzlingly sweet juices and put the car in gear. Two naked women with no clothes were going for a drive back into the city. The sun had set all the way now. The height of Marietta's SUV and the slightly tinted front windows provided adequate cover from any nosy motorists. Inside, Marietta was nervous but on impulse, she decided to see what its like to go naked in public with no cover. She decided to mind her speed, drive normal, and take necessary precautions to keep everyone safe. Sonya had her legs spread casually playing in her pussy looking out the window. Her clit was hard once again. Marietta tried to take glances when she could while she was driving but there were some moments she had to focus. Sonya on the other hand, watched Marietta's tits bounce as she drove. Her tits were bigger than Sonya's and had more bounce as the car traveled down the road. Sonya turned and smiled to her friend her hand still on her pussy. "I can't believe you left all your clothes! What are the workers gonna say when they find your clothes in the parking lot?" "I guess they will be totally confused and then maybe even turned on that a woman ran around naked at their workplace," Marietta replied with a smile. "I can't believe you have been casually playing in your pussy nonstop since you got in the car. I'm surprised you haven't cum yet. "I'm really edging right now," Sonya said. It just feels like I should always touch my clit and never let go. This just means I can cum in public faster when I'm ready to get out the car." Marietta's nipples stiffened even more as the arrived to the Taco place hearing what Sonya just said. She was horny beyond belief. "What are they going to say to us at the drive thru?" Sonya asked. "Only one way to find out," Marietta said as she turned into the drive thru. There were a few cars in line. The drive thru curved in such away where the car behind the other wasn't easily visible. "I think I'm going to cum now," Sonya blurted. She quickly unbuckled, open the door, and stepped out the car. Marietta quickly turned off the dome light. Sonya was furiously masturbating trying to cum as quick as possible. Her whole naked body was in plain view to the parking lot and passing traffic in the distance. However, she was hidden in such a way that the cars in front would never notice. Her body was illuminated by the lights. Looking out over the parking lot, it was relatively empty. One person was walking into the Taco place in the distance, but he wasn't looking her way. She looked into each car in the parking lot for someone else. No one was there. The passing traffic in the distance was seemingly unaware of the naked woman masturbating in public. Sonya began to drip cum again as she jacked her clit. Her hand a total blur. Hips bucking uncontrollably. A brief moan and few more contractions and she had her orgasm. She stood outside the car a few more seconds and took in her surroundings. She opened the glove box, got some wet wipes to freshen up and sat back inside. While her back was turned and her ass faced traffic, a "whoo" was heard by one of the passing cars. Sonya was finally seen while naked in public and she was absolutely thrilled. She smiled looking at Marietta. The equally naked woman in the driver's seat sat in her car wide eyed and star struck witnessing what her goddess body friend had done. Sonya sat back down in the car and buckled up again. She had a big shit eating grin on her face. "Did you just do that? OMG WOW!!!!" Marietta said totally amazed at the taboo display Sonya put on in front of traffic. She even got a "whoo." "Yeah girl, I just totally did! I told you if I edge, I can get off in public when the time is right and not get caught..well, if I don't face traffic," she laughed. In that window of time, the car in front them just started to move forward. No one in the front of them noticed the event that unfolded behind them. Sonya had openly masturbated in public and got away with it. This is the confirmation she needed that going naked all the time was possible. Marietta also could see naked Sonya a real reality in the future. During that time, no other cars appeared in the parking lot. Her timing was absolutely perfect for her exhibition. Marietta pulled up to the order window and rolled the window all the way down. It was a woman who spoke. More than likely a woman will see the two of them naked when they get to the window. "I say we just act natural and smile and wave," Sonya said. Marietta recalled when Sonya never really acknowledged anyone even if they greeted her in the past. Not only is she losing her inhibitions, she's also becoming more outgoing. Marietta decided to just go with the flow even though she was very nervous "You are right!" She said. "We are going to act natural!" "I would also pay in cash. Don't what your first and last name out there associated with nakedness," Sonya said. She reached into her purse. "Here I have $20. That should cover our order. Tell them to keep the change too so we are not in the window too long." "You really have been thinking this through!" Marietta said. "Well, yeah," Sonya said. I may have become a naked freak, but I'm still my usual smart self. I'm just way more fun to be around. I like what I've become." Sonya was playing with herself again. Sonya playing in her pussy is probably her new normal. "Don't rub yourself raw girl!" Marietta called her friend out teasingly. "Maybe I want to see what its like if I do." I have to make up for lost time for not cumming when I was a teenager. She giggled slowly twirling in her juices. The sweet scent of Sonya's pussy had filled the car at this point. This was the moment of truth. The two naked women were now rolling up to the window to get their food. With a friendly "hello" The two women exposed themselves to the work crew. There were a few odd glances from the staff, Sonya and Marietta just smiled. Eventually one of the staff said, "Looking good ladies! Be safe and have fun!" She looked like she was the manager. Sonya never stopped playing her pussy the whole time. Sonya and Marietta gave each other a high five. "What a rush! Marietta said." The two naked women left the parking lot to head home. "I think it's time we head home," Sonya said. "This was a great first night out! I have the confidence I need to live a clothing free lifestyle!" "Well, I think I need to go back to my house and get some clothes," Marietta said. "Even though I don't approve, you are right. We both can't run around naked full time." Sonya said with a sigh. "Think of it this way," Marietta replied. "You get to be naked in a new place. You should walk with me into the house while I pack my overnight bag. Sonya perked up at the idea of being naked outside the car again. The two naked women arrived at Marietta's house. Nonchalantly, Sonya walked right out in the open without looking leaving Marietta naked in her car. It was one thing to go with her tits out or drive naked. It was totally different to walk butt naked to her home with the neighbors seeing. Sonya looked invincible walking across the yard. She stood in plain view on the porch waiting on Marietta to get out. With renewed confidence, Marietta walked out to her home naked as the day she was born. Her clothes were miles away left in a parking lot. Reaching the safety of her home, she finally acknowledged how horny she was. Looking at Sonya's erect clit and high from her honey scented hormones, Marietta got on her knees and started eating Sonya's pussy on the front porch. One hand supported her upper body. The other hand was in her pussy. She had to get off right there in the open. Marietta was sucking sweet nectar from Sonya's pussy. Sonya kept her eyes open scanning her surroundings looking for someone to see them. Windows were closed and lights were on. People were home but no one was outside. Marietta was sucking on Sonya's pussy so hard, that her hips were being pulled forward. Marietta was high on Sonya's body and unable to stop herself. She was sucking harder. Lost in her pleasure, Sonya had orgasm after orgasm. Marietta wouldn't stop and Sonya was not going to tell her stop. Marietta's pussy was sopping wet and you could hear the slick slurping sounds of the two women pleasuring themselves in public. Finally after a long while, Marietta finally collapsed on the grass giving herself an orgasm. Sonya slowly lowered herself down as well from quivering pleasure. The naked women were not concerned with getting inside. However, a car was approaching. 16

Nude Therapy by luv2custrip Nude Therapy - Phase 02 Now that naked ladies have our attention, they reveal more. I had to accept Mandy's invitation: how could I not? She had told me about her fantasy that she and her husband wanted to turn into reality: a few trusted men are invited over for an elegant dinner. As an after-dinner treat, Mandy climbs up on the table and strips nude. She proceeds to give every male present an intimate show of her every body part. If any man feels the need, condoms are provided and he may relieve himself under the table. I had already seen every intimate body part of Mandy earlier that year, as she had participated in Nude Therapy at work. Not only had she given her quarterly sales presentation nude, she had thereafter intimately displayed herself to me in the privacy of her office. I didn't really know what to expect as I rode the elevator up to their private luxury suite. Mandy's husband was some kind of financial guru... would he be there watching as his lovely wife stripped and entertained us? I walked down the plush hallway to 17A with my heart actually pounding in my chest. I was a grown man but I felt as if I was showing up at my girlfriend's apartment when her parents were finally away to have sex for the very first time. The door chime was answered by someone totally unexpected: she was a tall, leggy, short-haired blonde in her mid to late thirties-- and she was wearing a deep red robe that came to mid-thigh, closed with a black sash. "Hello! It looks as though I'm playing hostess tonight... not one of my best talents but anyway... come on in! Welcome!" What the... this was already turning out to be a much different experience from what I had been expecting! She led me through their well-appointed living room which seemed to have extra recliners and an out-of-place daybed recently added. There were what looked like privacy screens leaning against the walls. What the hell... "I'm Linda, by the way, and we girls have already eaten. This dinner is for you five gentlemen." I introduced myself. I had to ask: "And you are...?" She laughed. "I'm not sure if I'm a guest or part of the after-dinner entertainment!" She stopped just outside of the dining room and put her hand on my chest. I do love when women do that and wish I could reciprocate. I had a closer look at Linda. Late thirties, I guessed; a very pretty face with soulful brown eyes and an easy smile. I already liked her immensely, even though I still had no idea why she was here, or why she was dressed in a shortie robe. "It's going to get... a little crazy after dinner. But... if you know Mandy, and the causes she takes up..." Linda rolled her eyes theatrically. "Oh," I replied, "I think I'll be able to handle myself." She actually seemed to suppress a giggle. "We'll see who's handling whom-- after dinner!" and then she led me into the dining room. There were four other men already seated at the modern but ornate table. Two were gray-haired, distinguished-looking older gentleman, one was a dark blonde about my age, the last a very young man, dark hair and olive skin. They all nodded and acknowledged me quietly. And here I was-- last to arrive, but allegedly fifteen minutes early. Mandy and her husband came in from what seemed to be the kitchen area, as if my being seated set off some kind of alarm. Hubby was a constantly grinning guy who was prematurely balding. He seemed short compared to Mandy, but he was built as if he lived at the gym. Now as to Mandy. I'm guessing she was forty or so. She had waves of shoulder length blonde hair, and she had her own perpetual smile. Mandy's smile always suggested that she was thinking of doing or saying something that was especially naughty. She was the unchallengeable queen of innuendo. And she was wearing the same deep-red, thigh high robe as hostess Linda. Mandy looked around the room and met my eyes. I deliberately raised my eyebrows and she did the same. I stuck my tongue out a little and so did she. We both stopped just before we would've collapsed laughing. There was a definite undefined sexual tension in the room, unmitigated by the presence of two women who may have been wearing nothing at all under their short matching robes. Linda for some reason was standing behind me. I nearly jumped when she started massaging my shoulders. Mr. Mandy spoke first (I soon learned his name was Glenn with two N's.) "Welcome everyone to our home! This is sure to be a most unusual occasion: an excellent dinner, followed by some... unprecedented after-dinner activities. My lovely wife will explain more, but first..." He got close to Mandy and whispered. She shrugged and nodded. And then Glenn with two N's untied his wife's robe, pulled it off her shoulders, and finally all the way off her nude body. Mandy took a deep breath and straightened herself up... which had an amazing effect on her amazing, shimmering 38D breasts. All of us were so entranced by this sudden appearance of all of Mandy's sweet naked curves that we were collectively holding our breath. As we breathed again the whole room felt warmer... or was it that every inch of her newly revealed skin was exuding heat? Mandy started blushing and it seemed as if we all followed her reddening skin down from her shyly smiling cheeks, down to her long proud neck, down to her kissable shoulders and finally flowing all the way down to her magnificent breasts. How were they magnificent? Even as she was standing with her arms casually behind her, we could all trace how their perfect roundness started with an enticingly bold curve from under each of her arms. Follow that curve outward and down and they each exploded into molded spheres of rose-tipped female flesh. Mandy's nipples were perpetually hard little buttons that seemed to have been crafted for licks and bites. Her matching rose-pink aureole were so delicate and un-wrinkly for a mature woman... they were the aureole of some sweet young girl. Mandy's belly wasn't totally flat but gently rounded. We all probably knew that she had two children, but years of her being a jogging fanatic had erased any trace of stretch marks. Her belly button was so cute and so well-defined I wondered if all the men in the room had the same idea of pouring sweet wine into that little cavity and lopping it up with our eager tongues as she giggled and the liquid spilled all over. Suddenly Linda leaned in close. And I knew what I was feeling against my neck, against the back of my head: her naked breasts. I started to whirl around but she whispered "shh... shh. You'll see it all, soon enough." Then she kissed my cheek and moved on to the gentleman on my right, an older man in his sixties who had quietly introduced himself as "James." As Linda strolled over the three or four feet between our chairs, I took in her long, lean -- and now nude-- dancer's body. She was taller than I thought at first glance; probably 5' 8" or 5' 9 in bare feet. I had a fine view of her long, gently-muscled legs from those bare feet all the way up to her jutting naked ass. I wasn't just a leg man, I was a leg connoisseur. The ideal way to examine a beautiful pair of legs is to have the woman slowly raise up the hem of her below-knee skirt or dress... all the way up to panty-level, if she's wearing them. Of course the true connoisseur is circling her the entire time. Once the skirt or dress is fully lifted and hopefully dispensed with, the real examination is physical. You start with the muscles between her ankles and her knees. You have her stand on one leg, then the other. You especially have her stand on tiptoe to feel her muscular strength. Finally you must stand behind her and place your hands on her upper thighs, directly below her delta. Now simply tell her to flex those beautiful legs and even try to crush your hands between her thighs. You will feel how powerful women truly are. You will realize our fantasies of delicate little flowers are bullshit. Linda knew I was closely examining her legs as well as the rest of her as she started massaging James's shoulders. He was simply leaning back, eyes half-closed, enjoying it. I wondered just how much Mandy's naked fantasy had evolved over time, and how much these other men were even more in on the latest version than I. Back to Mandy and, just before she started speaking, I saw that she had taken her husband's advice and was fully shaved down below. She had nice firm outer lips that were just open enough to reveal the clitoral hood, creating a sexy trifold slit. I was straining to see and yes, her darker inner lips were slightly bulging out. I knew from experience in studying her nude form that those inner lips were just barely concealing her vaginal opening, which was directly between her thighs and dangerously close to her anus. Mandy smiled, knowing all eyes were on her. "I so want to thank you all for coming to my most unusual dinner party. For those of you who don't know, this is Nude Therapy: Phase Two. Many of you assumed Nude Therapy was for us naked girls... not really! It was to get the rest of you used to the idea of the female nude in public-- and especially at work." I looked around at the other men. The youngest guy was the only one seated to my left and the closest to the open arch to the living room. He was nodding sagely at all this, but I noticed that he kept glancing at the small Caesar salad that was already in front of him. I guessed that some of us had brought hungers for things other than the sight of bared female flesh. The other three men were all smiling and nodding and seemed slightly amused at the whole thing. Was I the only one who had been expecting a one-woman strip show? Nude masseuse Linda had now finished with the last guy, who thanked her profusely. I felt a sudden wave of embarrassment as I knew I was in over my head. Again, I was like the relatively innocent young man who discovers that his new girlfriend is much more sexually experienced; even wickedly so. Glenn stepped away, toward the living room with Mandy's robe as the two nude women briefly touched hands and stood facing us. There was something so erotic in that brief, supportive touch. I at last had a chance to fully study Linda. Her breasts were 34B versions of Mandy's: perfectly round, hard-button nipples, with delicate rose-pink aureole. Linda's vulva was framed in a hint of light brown fur: a tuft on either side of her outer lips. Linda was definitely an outie and I got even harder than I already was when I saw that her vaginal opening was clearly visible. Mandy was still slightly flushed while Linda seemed totally comfortable with her total nudity. "We are going to step out to allow you gentlemen to enjoy your dinner without distractions! But first," Mandy gestured toward the kitchen door with a flourish, "our amazing chef!" The kitchen door swung open and a slightly chubby, surprisingly young woman with short, dark blonde hair stepped in. She was also dressed in the same robe our two nudes had been wearing although she also had on the requisite chef's hat. Now the five "gentlemen" were all looking at each other, eyebrows raised. Thank god there was something happening that was a surprise to everyone, not just me! "May I introduce Cindi," Linda was now speaking. "She's only twenty-five and she already has her own very successful catering business. She's participating a bit reluctantly, so... let's all show her some support." We all applauded politely. My young friend on the left took her appearance as a sign from above that he could start eating. He missed it when Cindi moved in to stand between the two naked women. They each took one end of the sash of Cindi's robe and pulled. Her robe fell open, the other women pulled it off her shoulders and away from her naked body. I had never been that much attracted to "pleasingly plump" or downright chubby women-- until now. Cindi's chubbiness was most evident in her cute face, her round belly, and her thighs. Unlike Mandy who turned red and Linda who shrugged it off, Cindi looked white, wide-eyed and almost terrified. Although I immediately felt for her, that didn't prevent me from taking stock of her naked body. Cindi's breasts were conical and slightly droopy. Her long nipples and her large, dark-red aureole made up for that. They looked distinctly suckable. Her belly was undeniably cute although it was sagging over her mons. She was apparently a total innie down below, although it was hard to tell through her thatch of thick, curly brown hair. Her thighs were chubby too but also kind of cute. Most young women her age have legs that have lengthened and thinned out. Cindi's legs made her look younger than she was as if she was still retaining her baby fat. Three naked women lined up for our enjoyment. By the long hard lustful looks, the lips licked and the open mouths, no one was expecting all this. "Linda will now help Cindi serve. Obviously, it's a little difficult to get help when the ladies learn about our undress policy!" Mandy joked. Those two went into the kitchen and we all unconsciously leaned forward to compare Linda's pert butt cheeks to Cindi's chubby ones. Mandy caught my eye and smiled. "Well, parties and events like this one are going on all over. We already have clothing optional summer sessions at work, we have various versions of Nude Days... everything from "Nude Secretaries Day" to "High Heels Day." Once we get you guys used to the idea that our nakedness is our new uniform, we have to address the issue of intimacy. That's Phase Two. And... we'll address that personally after dinner." The door opened and Linda set up serving trays as Cindi carried out plates steaming with food. Watching women serve food naked was an unexpected pleasure. "We will temporarily get our naked selves out of the way for a while," Mandy continued. "You men need the blood flowing to your stomachs-- not other areas!" she joked. Cindi squeezed in between Hungry Man and me. Her chubby tummy was inches above my lap and I wanted nothing more than to push the food away and push her onto the table. I wanted to touch and kiss and just generally show that tubbiness some love and then move on from there. Once the two nude servers were done, they gave us a little wave on their way back to the kitchen. Cindi got a little bolder and did a little bow, but she noticed-- we all noticed-- how nicely her breasts hung down as a result and she backed away, biting her lip in embarrassment. Dinner was actually wonderful: a uniquely prepared chicken parmigiana with fine layers of breaded chicken interspersed with layers of various melted cheeses. The edges were crispy and the whole thing rested on a bed of angel hair with sides of flavorful broccoli and garlic potatoes. All of us dug in. I guess it was true that all the blood collecting in our penises had to go somewhere. My older dinner companion and I exchanged pleasantries between bites. He was actually the CEO of our competitor. He encountered Mandy nude at a sales convention. "She showed up naked at her son's college!" I almost dropped my fork. Mr. Hungry was already done eating and was now apparently more than ready to speak. "Excuse me?" I gulped and turned to him. "Well... her son wasn't there!" he explained "It was Nude Day; various guest speakers and most of the professors there to answer questions. Really to check out how many coeds would actually show up naked! I'm an assistant and I actually tutored Noah. Well there's Mandy totally nude and surrounded by admirers! I was here, in her home, now I'm seeing everything!" Neither James nor I had any response to this revelation. "There's something about her," he continued. "She's the whole package: body, mind and spirit. How do you say 'no' to all that?" He shook his head. "I'm still in touch with Noah; how do I deal with seeing his mother nude, with seeing exactly where he came from? And then tonight..." he trailed off, apparently embarrassed. I decided to break the ice. "And were there a lot of naked coeds?" "Oh my god!" he whispered conspiratorially. "About three out of four; and then some of the girls who showed up dressed were so taken aback they stripped off too!" So now the three of us were great friends, nodding about the thought of all of those naked coeds. And we still didn't know Mr. Hungry's name. Someone must have been listening for our conversations to start to know that we were done with dinner. Long, lovely and naked Linda walked in-- unexpectedly from the living room. We gave her our undivided attention. "If you gentlemen wouldn't mind joining me in the living room?" she gestured. As we got up to follow that sweet, curvy rear she continued: "Dessert and coffee will be served later; and before someone asks if we're dessert... well that's up to you." We stood in a semi-circle around her and we were all happily staring at her cute breasts, her long legs, and the tantalizingly open pink folds peeking out in between. "If we ladies are going to be nude at work-- and the Nudity Project says that may be up to 40% of companies within a year-- then we all have to deal with the undeniable, sensual aspect." She looked at all of us. "Look at the way you're looking at me!" Some of us blushed and looked away; most of us just smiled at her, grateful for a naked woman acknowledging our lustful gazes. "Our next phase," she continued, "is for all of us to share a private, intimate moment together. This will involve your nudity, and-- to put it bluntly-- you will need to be hard enough for one or more of us to successfully lower ourselves onto your erections." The room was silent. I think we were all holding our breaths. "Full disclosure" she stated, "I'm a sexual surrogate, so I've been chosen to lead you into this next step. I am not being paid to be here today: I'm a good friend of Mandy's and I'm a believer in the Nudity Project." "If you'll look around the room--" and we did-- "you'll see there are private areas set up for each one of you. There is no requirement that you participate today. And please be aware we are not talking about full intercourse. After a full week of full nudity at work, we would just love to feel you inside us so we can talk and laugh or whatever-- in a new, truly intimate way." Then she unexpectedly walked up to me. "And the last shall be first," she said in a soft, low voice. She took my arm and, turning me around, led me around the nearest privacy screen to a daybed. "If you're participating," she said, "take off all of your clothes and put them anywhere you can. There are plenty of fluffy towels if you want to drape yourself. One of us will be in shortly, and, if you're naked, she'll be your first ride." I stared at her. "Do you talk to all of your clients like that?" "Oh no," she shook her pretty head. "Mandy gave me special instructions on how to handle you. And I will be handling you later if you're still up to it!" She grinned and turned and closed the screen around me. I heard muted conversations and rustling all around me as I undressed. I was nice and hard and I knew I'd get even harder when one of these very special, very naked ladies came in to check up on me. There was a pile of fluffy white towels to my left. I shrugged and placed one still-folded towel on my lap, temporarily suppressing my throbbing cock. I waited. I heard a low murmur of voices; occasional female laughter. I really liked the female laughter: as I looked down at the towel, it rose a little more every time. Finally there was a soft voice: "knock, knock." My lustful anticipation was off the charts when she peeked in: it was Cindi, my chubby little cutie. I was so happy. "I guess I'm supposed to ask if you're indecent," she said as she eased her nudity around the partition. "But... I can see you're ready; Mandy said you would be." "What else did Mandy say about me?" I asked, trying to arch my eyebrows. Cindi kept biting her lips and blushing as she sat down naked next to me. Our bare thighs were touching but she seemed to like that and she snuggled even closer. I put my arm around her, rubbing her back, her waist, the curve of her soft butt. She was blushing so hard every inch of her skin was hot. "You're my first tonight and I asked Mandy to please please please pair me up with someone nice. She said that you were the kindest, gentlest, real man that she had ever known." Now I was biting my lip and trying to hold back some unwanted moisture behind my eyes. How in hell was I going to deal with naked women like this little one all day, plus intimacies like this, if I started blubbering whenever a nudie cutie shared a kind word? I gulped and I pulled her closer. Her right breast was brushing my naked chest. "I will be sure to thank Mandy personally for those kind words, in a very personal way... later. Right now..." I leaned in and turned her sweet face to me and kissed her. Cindi responded eagerly, her shyness seemingly forgotten. Now she turned her whole body toward me. I put my hands under her ass and started to pull her up even closer. "Wait... wait," she gasped. "Whoa. We're not supposed to be umm... making whoopee! I'm only supposed to check that you're hard enough first." I reached down and pulled the towel off. "Whoa! Well! I would say that you are more than ready!" Now she was licking her lips and unable to take her eyes off my straight-up cock. "What about you?" I asked as Cindi stood up and moved in between my legs. "What about me?" she answered innocently. "How do I know you're ready?" I queried, looking pointedly between her legs. "Oooh. I gotcha! They should really give us a training manual for all of this stuff!" she exclaimed. "I think I know my way around," I said, as I opened up one hairy outer lip with my thumb and pressed two fingers of my other hand in to the opening. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh my god!!" she cried out. I pushed back her hood and pulled on her little love nub. It rolled around between my fingers, already wet and slippery from its own clit juice. "Oh god! Umm umm... " Cindi put her hand down there and halfheartedly tried to push me away. "We... we... we're not supposed to cum you know, and we're obviously both more than ready, so..." she sighed heavily and I loved watching those conical breasts jiggle along with her chubby tummy. I still wanted to eat her up alive. I pulled Cindi to me, between my legs until she was directly over my cock. I helped her up onto the bed as she obviously had to kneel over me for our insertion maneuver to work. "So," I said as she hesitated, "it's time to uhh... lower oneself..." She turned beet-red. "I've never done it this way before." "Oh!" She was so cute, but really?! "I'll help you: I'll kind of aim it, and hold it steady. You just have to lower your pussy hole right over the head until we get it right." She swallowed hard. "I'll try." She looked at me with such sad eyes. "I'm so embarrassed; I've mostly been with girls." "We will get there," I said, breathing hard now and directing her with my hands under her ass. I wanted to be inside her so much! I maneuvered her wet vaginal opening right over my cock head and told her to just rock back and forth, lower and lower until I slipped in. "Oh god!" she said. "I can feel you inside!" She sounded so thrilled that I was thought she was about to start crying. "That's just the head. We're almost there" God I was so hard. "Lower all your weight on me; you won't hurt me. That's it! That's it!! Oh, my sweet girl." I lay back, propped up on my elbows and took in the sight of her. All of that exertion had us both breathless and sweaty. She was showing the additional effect of her nipples seemingly growing to untold new lengths as her breasts quivered above me with her every breath. "What are supposed to do now if we're not supposed to make love?" I asked. "I really don't know!" she laughed. "But thanks for the lesson!" "You are really and truly absolutely fucking adorable," I gushed. "I swore that I wasn't gonna cry," her voice was breaking, "but you are so sweet!" I pushed myself up and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. I held her head against my shoulder until she calmed down. I could feel her breathing softly. I could feel her warm wet tears. This sweet girl was getting to me. I made some joke about how we were taking so long, we were probably holding everybody up. Cindi leaned back and she looked at me and then she slowly bounced up and down on my cock a few times with a wicked grin on her sweet face before she pushed off. She stood up and wiped her eyes and we kissed again. "Oh shit," she said. "What?" "You were really supposed to be wearing a condom! Don't worry: I'm taking precautions but now I'm breaking the rules. Oh well. I hope you won't tell on me." I shook my head. "Never. You are so wonderful." "I can't stop kissing you," she informed me. She leaned in again for one last long wet one before she backed away. She took one last naked look at me and said "Oh god!" and squeezed her nude self around the screen on my right. "Holy shit!" I muttered. I opened my legs up wide and let my cock throb out in the open air. I could still taste sweet Cindi on my tongue. I rubbed my shoulder and put my fingers in my mouth so I could taste her salty tears. I looked down at my cock. "Oh what the hell!" I said as I brushed it lightly with my fingers and brought them up to suck on, just to taste her leftover juices. "Are you already starting with dessert?" said Mandy, abruptly standing nude to my left. "Tasting your own penis, when anyone here would taste it for you..." she shook her head. "It's great to see you too," I countered. Mandy sat down next to me in the very spot that was probably still warm from Cindi's naked ass. "What did you do to that girl? I mean, you're all she's talking about. She's quite in love with you and now you've ruined her for all the other men!" "Look at me," I said. "I'm a heartbreaker." And Mandy did look at me, happily noting how my penis was twitching at her attention. "Look at you indeed," Mandy said, grinning. "We may have gotten it all wrong: we need enforced male nudity so that we know what your devious minds are thinking by watching your penises." "I love you too," I sighed and wrapped myself around her. She stiffened up at first, then she practically melted. "You bastard," she said, as I started kissing her right ear and licked my way down her neck to her shoulder. "We.... have to get this out of our systems." Mandy disentangled herself and stood between my open legs. "What do you mean," I asked as my eyes were raking over her every naked inch, my penis throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. "We are going to fuck right now and I mean quick and hard," she said. "We need to get this out of the way so you can head back to New York, stop the bullshit, and tell your girlfriend that you love her." Mandy started straddling me, then she reached down and lightly ran her fingers up my thigh, over my balls and onto my cock. "Mandy!" I nearly shouted and tried to quiet myself. "How do you know about Anne and-- how can we do this?!" Mandy had her fingers in her mouth, tasting me. She ran those same wet fingers down her body, over her breasts, down past her belly to her wet folds as she pried herself open. She was inches above me, lowering herself inexorably closer and I knew I could not resist her. "I have my sources," she breathed out. "And I love you too, by the way. I never ever want to lose you as the best real male friend in my whole life but please please please--" now she sounded like Cindi "I need you so much right now!" Mandy's open pussy was beginning to leak its warm fluids onto me, onto my penis, my sac, my thighs. I was gone. I grabbed her under her sweet ass and lowered her down and watched myself get swallowed up inside her folds. I love women's bodies so much! Their vaginas are made to expel bouncing bundles of joy the size of bowling balls and yet, when you watch their cunts take you in and their flesh swell up around you, it's as if you are reluctantly penetrating a delicate flower. "Mandy, Mandy," I was moaning. "What about your hubby?" She stared. "That's a bit gauche, talking about a lady's husband while you're inside her." "Mandy!" She sighed. "He's entertaining-- or entering-- sweet Cindi about now." I was in shock. "Your husband's... participating?!" She nodded and simultaneously began bobbing up and down on me. "It's his house too: he's allowed to have some fun." Just then as if on cue I heard a girlish giggle I recognized as Cindi's, followed by a manly "ssshhh..." The sounds came from only about six feet to our right. "He's probably tickling her tummy," Mandy speculated. "You men all seem to love chubby tummies. Who would have thought?" She was starting to sound breathless. "I should have tickled her tummy," I replied, ruefully. "You tickled her other areas quite well. I didn't hear any complaints. Now," she lowered her voice even more, "are we going to start some serious fucking or are you gonna talk all night?" Mandy was very much humping me. I stared up at her. She was trying to make me cum quickly without necessarily cumming herself. I was having none of that. I had my hands on her lower back. I brushed the spot where her tailbone met the crack of her ass cheeks and she nearly jumped off of me. "Oh no!" she cried out "Oh you bastard!" Had I found her kryptonite? I pulled her cheeks open and ran my fingers inside. "No no no!" she was almost shouting. Now I was the one shushing her. "Sshhh.... or your husband might hear that his sweet wife is having way too much fun." All I had to do was dip my fingers in the thickening pool of her girlie-goo that was all over my sac and dripping on my thighs... and then start poking into her forbidden zone. "You bastard," she said. "Two can play this game." And then she arched her body up and threw herself down on top of me. Her breasts were in my face and I instinctively opened my mouth to taste them. Her hot skin, the feel of her sweet curves, the taste of her tits, and the smell of her cunt was all over me. I wanted to be smothered by her breasts, drowned in her love juice, and I wanted her to crush my cock in her tightening pussy. Speaking of pussy, in her new position she was doing more grinding than bobbing. I could feel her slick bare pubes rubbing up against my hairy mound. Judging by her reaction, I was nicely tickling her clit. I couldn't take anymore, and neither could Mandy. She straightened back up and rode me hard. Now she was not only pushing my cock deeper inside her, she was unwillingly pushing my finger, slick from her own juices, deeper into her asshole. She went rigid at the same moment I lost all control. I exploded every bit of hot liquid that I had inside me. I was picturing myself shooting at her cervix; I was willing every drop of liquid inside my body to come out and fill up her sweet hole. "Fuck fuck FUCK!!" she nearly shouted and I had to reach up and put my one free hand over her mouth. She opened up and she bit down hard on my fingers as she came and it hurt so much and I didn't care. My penis would not stop squirting after decreasingly hard squirts. Finally I was limp and so reluctantly out of her and I was still leaking. Mandy collapsed on the bed to the right of me this time. Her long luscious legs were bent up, almost to her breasts. She cupped one hand over her vulva. "Oh. My. God," she gasped. She looked at me expectantly. "Will you throw a girl a towel? I'm trying to keep your hot stuff from leaking out all over!" I complied and I watched her. I do love watching naked women trying to desperately clean up after sex. Mandy stood up. "I'm gonna clean up and I'll toss you a hot wet towel." Then she walked around the daybed and opened a door I hadn't noticed before. As she closed it I peeked around her bare cheeks to see it was a half-bath. I heard water running. The door opened for two seconds and the promised towel landed in my lap. I smiled as I cleaned up: it was very coincidental that I had been steered to this daybed that happened to be conveniently next to a bathroom. I was amazed at how happy I was. I was beyond happy, I was... fulfilled. That was the word that came to me as I started to dress. And then naked Linda walked in. "You're dressing... and I never even got to see..." I pulled down my briefs for her as I stood up, slacks around me knees. "Nice," Linda observed. "I can get that back up again; I am quite experienced..." I pulled everything up and went to her. "Some other time: I mean it!" We hugged and she said "You have the lovely Anne to think of now, and from what I hear, you two don't require the services of a sex surrogate!" "Jesus!" I exclaimed. "Has Mandy told everybody about Anne?!" "Mandy?" Linda grinned. "Oh no, haven't you heard? I'm the psychic sex surrogate. I do naked Tarot readings before I do my clients." I laughed and hugged that special lady hard. "If you do one for me, I'll be the Fool." "Oh, you're no fool," Linda said softly as she put her hand on my chest. I saw my opportunity. "Could I put my hand on YOUR chest?" "You can put it anywhere you want" and with that she took my hand and cupped it between her legs. I pressed my middle finger up and it slid inside her slippery hole without resistance. Linda brought my hand back up and kissed it. "When you look back on all this today, and think this was only a fantasy, smell me... taste me..." Just then the bathroom room door opened and Mandy came out and around the bed, hands on her naked hips. "I leave you alone for two minutes, and already you're with another naked girl?!" Mandy strolled over and muttered "Oh what the hell!" and I had suddenly had two nude women holding me tight. "Knock knock!" Cindi peeked in. "What's going on in here?! Somebody has to tell me who I do next! Oh..." "We're having a very important, team-building, nude group hug," I informed her. "Come on in!" She sighed. "Oh, what the hell," and came over and joined in. Most nude women, by the way, mutter "oh what the hell" before they have anything to do with me. It only lasted thirty seconds but, before our nude group hug was over, I not only grabbed but seriously molested all six of the bare asscheeks present with my roaming hands. Then Mandy noticed I was getting hard again. "No no no!" she said. "Down boy!" and we all laughed and the group broke up. I finally stood back in the middle of Mandy's living room, the only one dressed, as the three nudes had a group meeting of their own before disappearing behind their individual privacy screens with quick nude kisses on my cheek and naked waves goodbye. I heard girlish laughter and excited male voices. For only a moment I felt a pang of jealousy, but then I realized that all of these men were here for a reason... they all still had something that they needed to work out-- just like I did. I went to the door, first confirming that it would lock behind me. I held my breath and stepped out into the hallway and closed that door behind me. I was backing away, unable to take my eyes off that 17A gold plate, which seemed to be glowing like the light at the end of Daisy's dock. But, unlike the Great Gatsby, I was not going to devote my life to becoming that one special fantasy that would attract that one special woman. I had already found her. I straightened my shoulders and turned towards the elevator. Now that I was turned away from my fantasy come true, I was facing the rest of my life-- that was scary! I was actually contemplating spending the rest of my life with one person. I think I got woozy. I tried to steady myself by watching the glowing numbers lighting up above me: 12, 14, 15, 16. 17. Then I stepped into that elevator without once looking back.

Nrlynkdbabe's Naked Mall Adventure by Nrlynkdbabe© Let me start by telling a little bit about myself for any new readers. My name is Nikki also known as Nrlynkdbabe. I am a 31-year-old Jersey girl who stands 5'6" with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. My measurements are 34c-23-35 and about 120 lbs. I had my first nude in public experience (I call them adventures) about five years ago. I love to be naked but prefer that everyone else is clothed. Nude beaches, naturist resorts and such do not exhilarate me, although I enjoy the chance to be naked. I love the stories I read on the various websites and sometimes use ideas from stories I read for my adventures, usually adding my own twist to it. I have gone out wearing sweatpants that were quite loose and sitting low on my hips with nothing under them, which was obvious when they slid down. I have gone out in a towel and driven through a fast food drive thru naked. I sometimes forget that some stories I read are about females in Europe where nudity is pretty well accepted and that some stories are fantasies and not actual experiences. This and my growing boldness can get a girl in trouble, which you will see in this adventure. The last is that many adventures ago I enlisted my friend Ed to help keep me safe but to also help me push the boundaries, both of which he does quite well. He has devised ways to get me naked and has at times set up situations without my knowledge where I end up naked and scared, though he always knew I was in no danger. One thing to remember about Ed is he has a devious mind but always watches out for me. The security of having Ed near when on an adventure played a big part of my increasing bravado. I also brought my friend Jenna into my adventures and she sometimes gets naked with me but also assists Ed on some of my adventures. As some of you may have read in earlier adventures, Jenna and I spent some time in a less popular small mall off the main highways. We were not only enjoying a bit of flashing in and around the mall but I was laying out a plan for a new adventure. I had read a story about a female and a nude in public experience in a mall that went beyond leaving the dressing room door open or a little flash here and there. In retrospect I have to believe that the part of the story I recreated was either fantasy or took place in Europe. I had pretty much planned everything out before I mentioned it to Jenna or Ed. I decided it was time to share my plan with Ed and Jenna, as I would need both of them for this adventure. I called them the next day and invited them over the next evening for some drinks and to hear what I wanted to do for my next adventure. They both accepted and were as anxious to hear what I had in mind as I was to what they thought of my plan. I was excited as I prepared for Jenna and Ed to arrive. I hadn't had a big adventure in awhile and was looking forward to this one. I made a pitcher of Margaritas as I thought through my plan. I heard the doorbell and went to the door and saw it was Jenna. She came in and we sat down to wait for Ed to arrive. "So tell me Nik what do you have in mind?" "Well Jen, just sit and relax until Ed gets here." "You didn't tell me Ed was coming." "Is that a problem?" I asked "No, not at all. Just tell me, does you plan include me getting naked with you?" "No it doesn't, but if you really want to we can work something out." I said smiling "No problem, I'll wait for the next time," replied Jenna We sat and chatted a bit until I heard a car door and knew Ed had arrived. I went to the door and let him in, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he entered. I told Ed to have a seat as I got him a drink. We made a little small talk and I told Ed about the shopping adventure I had with Jenna. I told him she was starting become quite the exhibitionist. "I have a long way to go to be like you Nikki" Jenna said "Well maybe so, but you are wearing less clothes than before." Jenna agreed and I told Ed that she pretty much never wears a bra or panties anymore, even with shorter skirts. "I just don't believe it" Ed said as he winked at me. "Jenna, show Ed I'm not bullshitting him." Jenna put her drink down and stood up. She reached down grabbing the hem of her short knit dress and lifted it to her waist, showing us her totally very light blonde landing strip. "There see Ed she's not wearing anything under her dress." "She may be wearing a bra." He said with a wink. Before I could say anything Jenna pulled the dress over her head and stood there naked. "You were right, all she had on was the dress." Ed said smiling "Well, can I get dressed now?" I stood up, pulled off my skirt, grabbed my top and lifted it off tossing both aside, then sat back down. Jenna folded her dress and sat it on the table then sat down. "Ok Nikki, what have you got on your mind?" Ed asked I can see the glimmer in your eyes." Jenna said with a smirk on her face. I then began explaining to them how I had read a series of stories about a photographer and a young female model. There was one chapter about being naked in a mall. "We were just naked in some stores at the mall, Nikki." Jenna said "No, this is different." "It isn't just being naked in a store, it's more than that." "I think I need another drink before I hear this." Jenna said laughing I went and grabbed the pitcher of margaritas from the fridge, refilled our glasses than I sat down and continued with my plan. You see "What exactly is it you want to do Nikki?" Ed asked. I went on to explain about the story I read and said I wanted to do the same but with my own twist. "You want to walk through the mall naked?" Jenna said in disbelief "You have lost your mind girl, you'll get your naked ass arrested" " Maybe not." Ed replied " If we plan carefully and choose the right day and time it may be fine" he said Nikki, your gonna end up in the back of a police car and walked through the police station naked." Jenna said Now the thought of that scares the hell out of me but I could also feel my pussy dampen. I went on and explained that I needed the two of them to help me do this. In the story the girl dropped her clothes at one end of the mall and the photographer had a dress in a bag waiting for her at the other end. They were on the same level in the story, but I was adding my own twist. I planned on taking my dress off and having Ed tear it in half (he loves to destroy my clothes). Then he would drop it in the trash while on the lower level right at the escalator. I would then ride the escalator to the upper level before walking the entire length of the mall and taking the escalator down meet Jenna. She would be waiting at the opposite end of the mall from where I started with a dress for me to put on quickly. I would have no way of covering up from the time I took off my dress till I reached Jenna. The thought of that makes my nipples stiffen and my pussy throb. Jenna was looking at me like I am insane. She had nothing to say for a bit, she just kept shaking her head as she sipped her drink. I could see Ed was mulling this whole thing over and then said we would need to go check out the mall. "I've already done that with Jen and don't want to delay this too much, or I may back out." "No you won't, you can do this." Ed said with confidence. "Now that I've heard your plan I am very happy that you don't want me to join you." Jenna said laughing. I knew deep down that Jenna wished she could walk naked with me but I wanted to do this alone. I wanted to be the naked one walking through the mall. It's not my ultimate fantasy, which is to walk through Penn Station in New York City totally naked, but this is one that has me over the moon with anticipation. "It's not that I don't want you to join me, but I need you both to help me so I don't end up naked in the police station, as you said earlier." We sat and did some planning about the day and time. I have checked the mall out a number of times. After doing so I decided I wanted to do this sometime about 2pm on a weekday, most likely a Tuesday or Wednesday. My thought is that lunchtime is over, kids are in school and the mall should be somewhat empty. It was also decided that Ed would be with me at the start when I take off the dress so he can destroy it. Jenna will be at the other end of the mall on the lower level right near the escalator holding a dress I can just pull quickly over my head. Once we worked out most of the details, it was decided we would do this the following Wednesday, both Jenna and Ed were ready to leave. Jenna got dressed. I stayed naked and walked them out to their cars. After they left I was so excited thinking about what I was going to do in just a few days but I also had that nervous feeling. "Am I insane? I said out loud to myself. Maybe I am. Jenna called me the next day to see if I had changed my mind. "Your not serious about this are you, Nikki?" Jenna asked 'Yes I am, I know I can do this'" I replied Jenna went on trying to convince me that I was surely going to end up in jail. I told her I trusted Ed and knew he would ensure that didn't happen. She once again said I was completely insane and hoped that I would reconsider. "No way, I am going to do this and love every minute of it." Jenna gave up and said she would meet me at my house Wednesday about 1pm. I was all excited thinking about what I was going to do in just a few days. I found it hard to concentrate at work. I kept picturing myself taking off my dress and getting on the escalator to the upper level. I had to stop thinking about it as I could feel my pussy begin to throb more and more. As I thought about walking the length of the mall naked I started getting warm and had to change my thoughts to other things at least until I was home. I started unbuttoning my dress as I entered my house. I was naked before I reached the kitchen. I poured a glass of wine and went in to take a shower. As I stood in the shower under the warm water I began to picture what would happen in just a few days. I held the shower head with one hand as my other began to tease my clit. I had the water pulsating on my pussy as I played out the events to come in my mind. This was going to be the most exciting adventure, getting closer to my ultimate fantasy. I was so excited yet nervous but I knew it would all be fine. I kept the water pulsating as I played with my clit and slid two fingers in and out. I felt my orgasm building and after a little more clit teasing I came. I waited to catch my breath and then I put the shower head and began soaping up my entire body. I love the feel of my hands or someone else's sliding over my wet soapy body. I started getting worked up again and quickly grabbed the showerhead and rinsed off. I toweled myself off and walked out into the kitchen naked for more wine before going into the bedroom closet to find two outfits for Wednesday. I found that every aspect of this adventure excited me from my clothing selection to the idea of walking through the mall to the possibility of getting arrested. Although the thought of getting arrested scares the crap out of me but also excites me. I thought to myself If I was this excited before my adventure I thought I may just cum during it. I knew that if I pull this off I will have many orgasms replaying it in my mind and while writing it to share with those who chose to read it. I snapped back to reality and found an old dress that has a few large buttons down the front. I will be able to unbutton them quickly and let the dress drop so Ed can grab it rip it in half and dispose of it. I would also wear an old pair of flip flops that Ed would discard with the dress. I wanted to be 100% naked, no clothing, footwear or jewelry. The dress was not terribly short which was good because for once I didn't want to draw attention to myself as I walked through the mall and into position by the escalator. I also pulled out a T-shirt dress that I will be able to pull over my head easily when I reach Jenna at the other end of the mall and a pair of sandals. I had my outfits ready so all I had to do now is wait for Wednesday. Time seemed to drag and as it did I began thinking about my upcoming adventure. This time though it was agitating the butterflies in my stomach giving me second thoughts. I fought all the negative thoughts knowing that Ed would make sure everything went as planned. The waiting was the worst and after what seemed an eternity it was Wednesday morning. I received calls from Jen and Ed, Jen asking if I was really going to do it and Ed saying everything would be fine. They were both coming to my house at 1:30pm . I gave Jenna the clothes I would need once my walk was completed and told her to park at the end of the mall where my walk would end and I would ride with Ed and park at the other end. After talking to them both I waited a bit and then went in and took a shower. I made sure to remove all my jewelry and stayed naked until just before 1:30. Finally it was time to get ready. I pulled the dress on and buttoned it up then I slipped on my old flip flops and waited. In just minutes Ed pulled up and I went outside to wait for Jen. As soon as she arrived I gave her the bag holding my t-shirt dress and sandals. I made sure that Jen knew exactly where she was to be with my clothes and sent her off. I jumped in Ed's car and in about 20 minutes we were at the mall. There were a number of cars parked in the various lots but it wasn't overly crowded. My stomach was jumping as we made our way into the mall and toward the escalator. I felt really covered up but knew that feeling would be gone in no time. We reached the escalator in just a few minutes. " You ready babe? " Ed asked " Yes I think so." I replied with a slight smile "One last thing, you have to ride the escalator up, no walking to speed things up." Ed said with that wicked grin "I'll do my best." I said as I kicked off my flip flops. A moment later I began to unbutton my dress. There was no one right in the immediate area as I took it off and handed it to Ed. In one swift motion my dress was ripped in half and tossed in the trash with my flip flops. No turning back now. Jenna had the only clothes I could use to cover myself and so If I chickened out I would have to walk or run through the store that leads to the parking lot. I forced my feet to move and stepped onto the escalator, fighting the urge to run up to the top. There was no turning back now as my those damn butterflies wreaked havoc on my stomach. * To be continued... Nrlynkdbabe's Naked Mall Adventure Ch. 02 by Nrlynkdbabe© I apologize for leaving you all hanging in the first part of this adventure. I wanted to have it all done before I submitted it but I was inundated with e-mails asking for me to post something. I love getting all the e-mails, comments (good and bad) and the questions and all and wanted to please you all. I tried to find a good place to stop and decided it would be just as I lose my clothes. I didn't intentionally want to leave you frustrated as some of you are and I will try not to have this happen again. I hope you will feel it worth the wait and enjoy the conclusion. I do have more adventures coming soon. Below is the last paragraph of Ch. 1 just to jog your memories. A moment later I began to unbutton my dress. There was no one right in the immediate area as I took it off and handed it to Ed. In one swift motion my dress was ripped in half and tossed in the trash with my flip flops. No turning back now. Jenna had the only clothes I could use to cover myself and so If I chickened out I would have to walk or run through the store that leads to the parking lot. I forced my feet to move and stepped onto the escalator, fighting the urge to run up to the top. There was no turning back now as my those damn butterflies wreaked havoc on my stomach. As I began the ascent to the upper level so many thoughts were speeding through my head. I suddenly realized that I could not see who, if anyone was near the escalator (which really is an escal-aire) on the upper level. The difference between an escalator and escal-aire is an escal-aire has glass sides, so I was even more visible to anyone on the side as I rode up to the top. There could be mall security somewhere close. I began thinking this was a huge mistake but knew I had to get to Jenna. There would be no one at the car and I certainly wasn't carrying any keys. It seemed like the escalator was almost standing still as it took me ever so slowly to the top. I wanted to move up a few steps but looking back down behind me I saw Ed still standing there and knew I had to stand my ground. My heart was pounding as I slowly got closer to the top. I always deal with a barrage of feelings during an adventure but I was much more nervous this time. There was so much that could go wrong but of course that also added to my almost unbearable excitement. I thought for sure this would all be a blur if I got through it but I remember so clearly thinking, "I'm naked on a mall escalator." with a huge smile on my face. Despite all of the fear I was as turned on as I could ever be without touching myself. I took another look back down and Ed was gone. My security blanket was no longer visible and I started to panic. I forced myself to calm down and get my head clear. I really needed to start paying attention to my surroundings. I had to watch for security, and look for any place I could possibly get to for safety if I did see any mall police. I looked over the side of the escalator to see if anyone had noticed the crazy naked female. I saw a few people but it seemed either they hadn't noticed me or just didn't care. I was nearing the top after what seemed an eternity and I began to get that awful feeling in my stomach. My fear of what I would encounter at the top was exceeding my excitement. I couldn't help but think this latest adventure was going to be the one to get me in real trouble. This is the one that would bring me back to reality, realizing I need to go back to just getting naked at private parties and other safer places. The time had come, in just a few feet I would have to step off the escalator not knowing what or who I would encounter. This started getting me a bit excited again. I could now see the upper level of the mall in front of me and was relieved there were no mall cops in sight. I was sure someone had seen me on the escalator and reported me. I was sure that I would be met by mall security when I reached the top. I had been overwhelmed with fear just before the upper level came into view but now my excitement was building again. I was ready to step off the escalator onto the upper level and needed to pay attention. It really isn't a smart idea to ride an escalator barefoot. I was actually living out one of my ultimate adventures and I was loving it. I saw one middle-aged man off to the side as I stepped off the escalator. The look on his face as he saw me was sheer shock. He just sort of stared, mouth gaping open as he followed me with his eyes as I walked past him. I was both relieved and disappointed that the upper level was nearly deserted. I wanted attention, I wanted to be seen by many as I walked brazenly through the mall naked. I just didn't want mall security to be part of my audience. I wanted to prolong this as long as possible but knew I should be happy if I get to Jenna without incident. I moved a bit to the side, closer to the railing so I could see the lower level as I made my way along the upper level. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Ed trailing me from below and also allowing me to be visible to anyone who happened to glance up from below. I didn't see Ed anywhere and hoped he had me in view as I made my way across the upper level. I saw a few people here and there but thankfully no one who seemed to be disgusted enough or angry enough to report me to security. I was doing this, I was actually walking, albeit at a faster pace as naked as I could be through a mall on a Wednesday afternoon. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spotted a guy in blue and thought he was security. I hurried and hid behind a big column and looked again, it wasn't mall security. I relaxed and continued on my way. My nipples were stiff and standing out declaring my excitement. I had no clothing, shoes or jewelry and I had gotten a Brazilian wax so I was as bare as possible. My pussy was tingling at the realization of what I was doing. I had come a long way from my first little excursion to my mailbox naked. I was already about halfway to the other end of the mall and beginning to relax. I was naked and being viewed by at least a few strangers as I made my way along the upper level. Ed was right, I could do this. I was going to be one sexed up bitch when this was over. I was getting lost in the moment, already thinking about the numerous masturbation sessions I would have thinking about this adventure and especially writing about it. I was making good time and was nearly three quarters of the way to the end when I spotted him. I looked down at the lower level and directly at a security guard who apparently had just spotted me. Excitement turned to panic as I tried to think what to do. I couldn't turn around because it was too far to the other end and I had no way to get into the car, even if I made it that far. I looked again and saw him on the radio probably calling for more security. I hoped maybe he was just calling to have his buddies come see the naked chick and not to have me detained as they awaited the police. I'm not that lucky and was sure he was getting help to nab me for public lewdness or whatever they would call it. I didn't see Ed anywhere and hoped he knew what was happening. I looked to see if there was a restroom anywhere close and cursed myself for not checking for restrooms on my earlier trips here. I saw no restroom and thought about running into the nearest clothing store, grabbing any kind of dress off the nearest rack and putting it on before security came. I then realized I had no way to pay for anything and would end up dealing with mall security if I refused to take the dress off. I had to move fast and get to Jenna. Once I got to the escalator I could start moving down the steps and have her get the dress ready fast. I moved as fast as I could toward the end of the upper level as my boobs bounced wildly. I looked behind and saw a security guard closing the distance between us. If I could just get to Jenna and my dress I may be alright. "I swear if I get out of this I will never try anything like this again". I thought to myself. I reached the escalator to take me down to my dress and ignored Ed's earlier warning to let the escalator take me up and down and not cheat by walking. I didn't see Jenna, and I was scared to death. I hoped she was just out of my view and that she would meet me as I reached the lower level. I carefully stepped off the escalator and looked around, no Jenna or Ed. I was in some mess now and had no idea how to get out of it. I turned right to head under the escalator and saw both Ed and Jenna with three security guards. Jenna was holding the bag that held my dress looking at me helplessly. I saw Ed talking to one of the security guards, most likely trying to get me out of this situation. It wasn't looking good, the security guard was shaking is head no as Ed talked. I thought I was going to pass out right there. A small crowd of mostly older men was forming around us as Ed continued to plead my case. I don't know what he could say to get me out of this. He could be offering blowjobs for all of them from me and if it got me out of this I would deal with it. The conversation between Ed and security had ended. Ed looked at me "I'm sorry." he mouthed OMG!!!!! After everything I had done this is how my naked adventures were going to end. I saw the security guard that had been talking to Ed walking toward me. I always want to be the center of attention but this is one time I wish I weren't. The guard reached me and gently grabbed my wrist. "Miss, you will need to come with us to the security office." He said stone faced. " I have a dress for her, at least let her cover up." Jenna said quietly "She didn't seem to mind being naked for her walk through the mall, so the dress won't be necessary." said the security guard. " You need to let her get dressed." Ed said "We don't need to let her do anything." the guard said as he turned me around. He now had me turned around facing the crowd that had been forming as he held my wrists behind my back with one hand. I was totally on display to all those in front of me. I'm sure I heard the telltale click of a camera phone or two as I stood helpless. I felt the cold steel of a handcuff on my wrist. "Is that really necessary?" Ed asked, but got no reply "Please let me get dressed and I will leave and never come back." I pleaded "Sorry miss, we have rules." was all the guard said I'll do anything if you let me go." I said nearly in tears There was no reply, a moment later both wrists were handcuffed and I was being led to the end of the mall nearest us. I couldn't believe I was being paraded naked and handcuffed through the mall. I was sure that once they got their thrills from my situation and had me in the security office I would be allowed to get dressed. They would probably ban me from this mall but that was alright, as I never came here much until I was planning this adventure. I was nervous and shaking but also turned on as I was led naked the short distance to a corridor that led to the security office. As we turned down the corridor I saw another security guard and Ed and Jenna following behind me, leaving the crowd of people behind. Down at the end of the long hallway was a door with a sign reading security on it. The guard holding me opened the door and led me inside. A young woman sitting behind the desk glanced up and did a double take when she realized I was naked. She looked at me with a slight smile as she buzzed open another door that led into what I would call a holding room. The room had a desk and two chairs and a bench along the wall. I was directed toward the bench and felt one wrist come free of the handcuffs. "Thank God this is over." I thought I was sure that any minute after they had their fun with me that they would bring me my dress and allow me to leave. I was told to sit on the bench and when I did the guard took the free handcuff and attached it to the arm on the bench. I sat there wondering what was coming next. I was sure they were trying to scare me so I would never attempt anything like this again. I have to admit it was working, I was sure that my days of being naked in extreme public places were over. " Can my friends come in with me, please?" I asked very timidly "After we get some information." was the reply from the guard. I was asked the expected questions, name, age, address and answered reluctantly. Then the other questions came. "Have you done this before?" "No, not here." "You've been naked in other public places?" "Yes many times" I said "What kind of places?" He asked " A few bars and clubs, gas stations, small stores and outdoors in different areas." I could see the bulge growing in his pants as he continued to question me. I hoped that if I answered all his questions that he would let Ed and Jenna in, let me get dressed and go home. "Your friend has the clothes you wore here?" "No, the clothes I wore here were destroyed." 'Why?" "Because that left me no choice but to remain naked until I could get to my other friend at the far end of the mall." "Did you really expect to do this and not get caught?" "Honestly, no." "Then why did you try it?" "Because it excites me." "Are you excited now?" "Yes I am." I replied timidly I have to admit that the questions were exciting me. Besides loving the rush of being naked where I shouldn't talking or answering questions about it excites me. I was expecting him to ask me to prove how excited I was or to masturbate in front of him. I think if the girl wasn't at the desk it may have gone to that level. If he had asked I would have, I was that turned on. I had been sitting with my legs clamped tightly together but now I let them part just enough for him to see the wetness of my pussy. His eyes went immediately between my legs and I swear the bulge in his pants got larger. He then went back to the questions. " Your friend out there has clothes for you to wear?" "Yes she does." I replied with a slight smile thinking I would soon be dressed and going home "What did she bring for you to wear?" "Just a dress and sandals." "No underwear?" "No, I never wear any." I smiled "Well I think I have all the information I need" "Can I see my friends now?" He didn't reply but went to the door and asked Ed and Jenna to come inside. I was so happy to see them that at first I didn't realize that Jenna was no longer holding the bag with my clothes. "Jenna, where are my clothes?' " The girl at the desk has them." The guard came back in and I asked him "Where's my dress?" " We think you may have stolen it and we'll hold it until we check with the clothing stores in the mall." The guard said, glancing at Ed "Fine!" "My friend will get the car and I'll go home naked, I've done it before'" "No miss, you can't leave." Now I was getting annoyed with him. He had gotten a good look at my body, asked all the questions he could to fulfill his fantasies and I was ready to go home. "Why can't I leave now?" "Because we are waiting for the police to get here." "Police?" "You called the police?" "Yes we did, we can't have people walking naked in our mall." Ed began to plead my case again but with the same result. "Please, please let me go." I pleaded "I'll do anything, I'll take care of that for you." I said pointing with my free hand to the bulge in his pants. "Nikki!" Jenna said "I'm sorry, but I'm desperate." He would hear none of it and came over to release me from the bench. He had me stand up and turned me around, once again he closed the handcuff around my free wrist. Moments later the door opened and in walked a local cop. He wasn't shy about looking me up and down. The security guard released his grip on me and the officer grabbed my wrists. "Let's go miss." I was ready to cry, I was so scared. My worst fears were being realized. I can't explain it but despite being so scared, my nipples were as hard and erect as they have ever been and I could feel the tingling between my legs. My friends could do nothing, I would have to wait for them to release me from jail. I hoped this didn't make the paper and if it did I hoped my name wouldn't be printed. The guard opened the door and the police officer walked me naked out and across to a door with an exit sign I hadn't noticed before. He opened the door and we stepped outside. We were near what I guess was the employee entrance to the mall and I saw a number of people standing around smoking. They all just stared as the cop walked me down the sidewalk passing the smokers. What a sight, me naked and handcuffed, my body on full display to all the people outside. I tried to fight it but I was getting more turned on as we walked to the police car. I could feel the juices start to trickle down my thighs. And my pussy was beginning to throb. I was on the verge of cumming and I couldn't stop myself. I felt flush and weak as we neared the patrol car. I couldn't fight it any longer and I let out a moan as I came. My juices flowing down my legs, I didn't know where Ed and Jenna had gone. I hoped they went to get their cars to meet me at the police station. As we reached the patrol car the officer opened the trunk and took out a blanket. At least I would have that wrapped around me when he escorted me into the jail. I didn't want to be left naked in a cell with strangers even though the thought of that excited me. He didn't wrap the blanket around me, he spread it out on the back seat. "I don't want you messing up the seat." he said as he helped me sit down. I gave him a good view although not intentionally this time when I went to swing my legs into the car. He closed the door, went around and got in the car and off we went. I was still experiencing a flood of emotions. I was scared beyond belief but being naked and helpless had me hot and wet. I couldn't believe my worst fear was being realized and I was still excited. As we began the drive from the mall to the local police station I was thinking how I could suggest I would be willing to perform some sexual favors if he would bring me home rather than the police station. I thought just offering to give him a blowjob could make things worse. Now realize this is not normally something I offer to strangers but I was afraid of my arrest getting out to some who are unaware of my escapades. I didn't know how to go about it without just blurting it out, so I kept quiet. It was a short drive to the police station and as we entered the driveway he pulled around to the back and parked in a somewhat secluded area away from the building. It took me a minute to notice both Ed and Jenna's cars parked in the same area. I was relieved to know that at least they were there to get me out as soon as the paperwork and whatever else was done. Once parked the officer came around and opened the door, getting another great view as I struggled to get out of the car while handcuffed. I was standing naked in a police parking lot, handcuffed and my body was responding to it no matter how I tried to fight it. The slight breeze was helping to make my nipples harden and my pussy to throb. The officer grasped the handcuffs and began walking me toward the building which was on the other side of Ed and Jenna. As we approached Jenna looked as terrified as I felt and Ed had a concerned look on his face. As we reached them Jenna came and gave me a hug telling me it was alright. She let go and stepped back. "Looks like your a bit excited, Nikki". Ed said with the slightest of grins " I can't help it" I said "I know you can't, I know what excites you." Then without a word Ed stepped behind me and the officer released his grip on my wrists as he stepped over by Jenna. Ed spoke from behind me. " Jenna, I'd like you to meet my brother, Bill." "Nice to finally meet you after all I've heard from Ed." The cop said with a big grin Jenna was standing there mouth hanging open, so she obviously had no idea this was all planned. I didn't know how to react at first, I was pissed but still turned on from the whole experience. I didn't know if I should be pissed at Ed or happy for him making this adventure so much more exciting. Bill said he needed to go and he came forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Hope you won't stay mad at us". he said before heading back to his patrol car. "We better get you in the car before another officer sees you here." Ed said snapping me back to reality. Jenna was still stunned then said she would meet us at my house. "You going to take these cuffs off?" "No, not till we get you home to be on the safe side." Ed said grinning The ride home was silent, I didn't know if I should yell at him for scaring the hell out of me or thank him for an awesome adventure. Once at my house Jenna opened the door and we went inside. "I think I'm safe now." Ed said, producing the key and removing the handcuffs. I was still so sexed up from the whole experience I needed relief. I would have loved to drag both Ed and Jenna into the bedroom right then and there but I wanted Ed to wonder if I was mad at him. I still wasn't sure how I felt about what he did. He did make things much more exciting but I still had unsettled feelings about it all. I said that I wanted to take a shower and relax. I kissed Ed and told him I would talk to him soon, feeling a bit bad sending him off but I knew what I wanted and needed. I hoped he understood why I wanted him to leave me with Jen. I wanted to take a shower but I chatted with Jen for a bit first and opened a bottle of wine. Jenna confirmed that she knew nothing about what Ed had orchestrated at the mall. I'm sure he was afraid she would never be able to keep it a secret. She agreed she would have told me about it if she knew. Jenna rambled on about how it must have been such a turn on for me and I agreed it was probably the most sexually exciting adventure I've had and how I felt I was ready to cum so many times during it all. "It was so exciting to see you naked in that mall, especially when you were handcuffed." Jenna confessed. "I want to be more daring but nothing like what happened today." " I promise I'll help you with a more daring adventure and we'll plan something to do together too'" I told her I said I wanted to jump in the shower and told Jen to get comfortable and I would be back soon. I wanted to ask her to join me but didn't and I hoped maybe she would just surprise me, but she didn't. I didn't linger in the shower as I often do enjoying the hot pulsating water massaging me. I wanted to steam things up with Jen. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel carrying it as I walked into the living room still wet from the shower. I love the look of a wet female body and hoped Jenna did also. When I came out Jen put her wine down and I noticed she had taken her sandals off and was sitting with her skirt high on her thighs and her blouse may have been open more than it was earlier. Jen stood up and took the towel and wrapped it around me and began drying my back. She took her time making sure she didn't miss any spots. We were almost breast to breast and my arms were restrained in the towel. Jen pulled the towel away and stepped behind me to dry the backs of my legs. She then came back around and began drying my neck and down my chest. My hands were free and as she moved the towel over my chest I began to unbutton her blouse. Jenna made no effort to stop me as I undid the last button and pushed the blouse off her shoulders. She handed me the towel to allow her to remove her blouse completely. She returned to drying me off as I watched her breasts jiggle and bounce as she rubbed the towel over me. Before she moved down to my lower half I undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Now naked she knelt down tossing the towel aside and began kissing me below my navel, moving down slowly. I had my first orgasm when her lips kissed my inner thighs and I felt her warm breath on my swollen pussy. Once I regained my composure I grabbed her hand helping her stand and led her into the bedroom. I hurriedly pushed her back on the bed and with her legs hanging over the side I knelt and used my mouth and tongue to get her off for her first orgasm of the evening. We both enjoyed many orgasms as we explored each others bodies every way possible. Jenna stayed the night and we started the next day in the shower together. I promised her that we would plan a few nip adventures to have together. I don't think she will ever go as far as I did at the mall and honestly I don't know if I will either. I know I will still get naked in public but will choose my locations carefully. More to come very soon. Some are not as daring and some involve Jenna and Neva. Please keep the e-mails and comments coming and of course your votes are always welcome. Hugs and Kisses Nikki

 Naked at the Beach, Part 1 Written by Janice Tuesday, 30 June 2009 13:27 This involved a lot of firsts for me. First real daytime public nudity, extended nudity in front of strangers, the beach, flashing, dance club, and so forth. This has also turned out to be very long and will do several parts to it. When I first got into doing this, Jessica was the only one of my friends who was aware that I loved being naked in public and was continuing to do it after that first dare to walk down the street. Jessica liked to see me naked and did what she could to get me that way as often as possible! LOL She assisted me in pulling off a lot of experiences over the years, but especially during the first 4 or 5 years. Eventually, our careers sent us to different parts of the country, so we do not get together as much as we would like. In the very beginning, I was doing those walks in and around my neighborhood and other areas that we found that suited what I was doing. In that time period, I was doing it all at night. While I was comfortable with being naked and by being seen whenever that happened, we still tried to avoid “exposure” to large numbers of people. We both planned to stop working the last couple of weeks before starting our freshman year in college. During the course of that summer, we made plans to spend a week at the beach. Our parents rented a house for us to go to and relax before we started getting ready for school and starting classes. It was about a 3 hour drive down to where this place was located. Jessica and I made the drive down on a Saturday and after getting lost a couple of times, finally found the house. It was right on the beach about a mile outside the nearest community. The nearest houses on either side were a couple of hundred yards away, I suppose. We looked the house over, unpacked the car, and then changed into bikinis and went to check out the beach. By the time we went out onto the beach, it was later in the afternoon, probably somewhere about 5 or so. While we could see a few people on the beach in the distance, there was no one nearby at all. We walked along the beach for awhile without encountering anyone. Walking back to the house, Jessica said that it looked like we had really lucked out and I could go naked anytime I wanted. I said that it sure looked that way to me too. I could see the gears working in her head and knew she was thinking of something! We were almost back to the house when Jessica got an evil grin on her face and giggled and told me that she had a plan. I laughed and said I was not sure I wanted to hear this. I had already learned that she had a very active imagination. She had been having all kinds of ideas for me to do, that, at that time, were not feasible or that I/we were not able to pull off yet. She kept coming up with more ideas than I was! Jessica told me that her idea was for me to be naked all week long, on the beach and in and around the house. When we went into town, I could not wear panties or a bra and she would decide what I would wear. She told me that I would have no say in anything what I wore or she would have me do the entire week. I looked at her and asked her just what kind of wicked person lived in her head and where did they come up with these ideas. Jessica just laughed and asked me if it was a deal or not. I trusted her completely and knew that she would not knowingly put us into a situation that we could not control or evade. By that point, we already had come up with guidelines to the circumstances in which to do things that avoided too many risks or dangers. I also knew that if it did not feel right, I could say no and she would accept that. I looked at her for a moment and then shrugged, laughed, and said what the hell, yeah, it was a deal. I untied the strings to my bikini and let them fall off. Jessica grabbed it from me and said that I did not need it any longer as she resumed walking to the house. I followed her with a growing sense of excitement about what this week was going to have in store for me. I already knew that she could come up with some really wild ideas, so I realized that this was going to be a rather wild week. We got back to the house and took a shower, planning to go into town to eat and do some shopping. After the shower, Jessica went through my bag and removed my bra, panties, bikinis, jeans, and a couple of other things that she deemed “not right” for me. I looked at what was left and told her that she did not leave me much to wear. Jessica laughed and said that was the point! I just shook my head at her and said that I did not know which of us were the bigger monster created by all this. Jessica then went to work on what she wanted me to wear. She settles on a thin, cotton black pleated skirt that was pretty short, and a white blouse for me to wear. Once I had them on, she looked me over and told me to undo several of the buttons on the blouse. Doing that allowed the blouse and exposed a very large amount of cleavage. Jessica had me pull the skirt a little higher up on my waist so the bottom of my skirt just covered my butt. After a few more little adjustments, Jessica said that we were ready to go. That area tends to have a good breeze blowing most of the time and just the walk from the house to the car lifted the skirt several times. After an attempt or 2 to hold it down, I just gave up. Jessica laughed and said that was the spirit. I already knew I was going to be exposed quite a bit. This was going to be my first time in real public, and surely, really crowded areas. Surprisingly, I was not too concerned about it and was actually kind of excited by the idea. We had dinner and did some grocery shopping. Any time we were outside, the breeze blew up my skirt almost continuously. Mostly, I pretended to not be aware of the situation or that the whistles and comments were directed toward me. Jessica and I just smiled and giggled at each other the whole time. I loved the breeze blowing over my exposed skin and that everyone who cared to look could see me from the waist down a large part of the time. It was very exciting to me to know I was exposed to all those people. I felt like I was on cloud nine and going higher from all the looks and attention directed at me. A shiver would go through me every time some guy whistled or made a comment towards me. Pretending not to know made it even more thrilling to me. We got back to the house and Jessica had me undress in the car and then go back and forth to carry the groceries in. There was some traffic on the road and cars passed as I was getting the groceries. It was getting pretty dark, so it is possible that they did not see that I was naked. The next morning, I woke up early and went out and sat on the back porch. It was really nice out there and the breeze blowing over my naked body felt really amazing. I saw a couple of people walking along the beach, but either did not see me or did not pay any attention to me. It looked like they were more interested in shells in the sand than anything else. Jessica came out about an hour later and we sat there for some time before going in and fixing some breakfast. After eating and cleaning up, we decided to go lay out on the beach for awhile. We grabbed out stuff and went out. The beach was close to a hundred yards wide and Jessica chose a spot about halfway between the house and the water. It was still fairly early in the morning and there were not many people in sight in either direction yet. We sunbathed for an hour or so before the number of people walking along the waterline really began to pick up. Whenever women or kids started getting close, Jessica would place a small towel over my midsection until they passed. That was to make it not so obvious to them that I was naked and to avoid offending them. If it was guys walking or even younger couples or groups, I remained uncovered. It was amazing to us that I could be naked in full view and these people not realize it. We would laugh and giggle every time someone went by without noticing. A couple of people seemed to do double takes but kept on walking. My heart began racing every time that happened. I was starting to get rather disappointed by the lack of reactions! At one point, there was a gap in the people walking along and we headed down and into the water. We splashed and played around in the water. At first, I was pretty aware of people walking by and keeping covered by water when they were close. I eventually quit thinking about it as Jessica and I goofed around. Then she said she was ready to get out and I turned around and saw 2 guys standing right there looking at us with big smiles on their faces. I froze in place for a moment or 2. My first immediate reaction was to duck back into the water. Jessica told me that it was okay to come on out, she said they had been watching me for 5 minutes and already knew I was naked. She started walking out of the water and I followed along behind her. Jessica stopped next to them and said hello to them. I had no choice but to stop with her and say hi also. Jessica told them that I just liked being naked and hope they did not mind. They both said it was fine with them. LOL My heart was racing but I was totally stoked to be standing there in front of them. They made a comment about how brave and cool I was for going naked and letting them look at me. I smiled and said I did not mind at all and liked it really. Watching the rest of the beach, we could see a mother and a couple smaller kids walking our way. Jessica said that we needed to go and said it was nice meeting them. One of the guys asked us if we minded if they went and got their stuff and join us. Jessica looked at me and I smiled and said it was okay with me. They said great, thanked us and took off down the beach. We went back and sat down and waited until they returned. I told Jessica that I was really amazed how much I liked standing there and that knowing they were looking me up and down was very exciting. Jessica said she bet it really was for me because it got her excited just watching it all happen. She then got that look in her eyes again and I laughed and said okay, what are you thinking about now, you evil woman. Jessica looked at me and said that she thought after they got back, when I was laying on my stomach, it would be a great idea to let them put the lotion on me. I looked at her like she had lost her mind completely and then caught myself from saying no. My imagination kicked in and it was a pretty exciting thought after all. I giggled and said okay, but that I wanted to move just a little farther back from the water in that case. Jessica said that made sense and we moved back some more. The guys reappeared after about 45 minutes with their stuff. They told us that they had to dump the friends they were with before they could break away from them. I had to ask them what their names were again because I did not remember them from before. They told me their names were David and Michael. They sat down about 10 feet from us to give us room and to make sure they did not make me feel uncomfortable. We stayed there and talked for a long time. They were very respectful of me and other than looking me over, made no sign of getting carried away. That made me relax some more with them. I waited for Jessica to suggest they oil up my back, but she did not say anything. I finally decided I was ready and tired of waiting on her. After checking out the beach situation, I rolled over onto my stomach and asked them if they minded putting lotion on me. Michael asked me if I was sure it was okay. I smiled at him and said I would not have asked them if it was not okay. They nearly killed themselves moving to either side of me. I handed the bottle to David and the poured lotion in their hands and began to rub it into my back. It felt like I had died and gone to heaven, it felt so good having their hands rubbing my bare skin. My skin was tingling all over and my motor really got to going, if you know what I mean! LOL They kept their distance from my butt in rubbing the lotion into my back and legs. Jessica and I looked at each and smiled as she told them to not forget my butt. They looked at me and asked me if I was sure about that. I did not trust myself to speak and smiled and nodded at them. They began to rub the lotion in and I could not control the groans that escaped when they did. It was on of the more intense feelings I had ever had up to that time. The guys stopped after just a couple minutes. I could not believe my ears when I heard myself ask them if they were sure they had used enough lotion. Jessica burst out laughing at that and they joined in. We all laughed hard for several minutes. Needless to say, they went right back to playing with my butt. It was a real miracle that we did not attract a real crowd. Jessica said that she kept an eye out, but no one really seemed to be paying that much attention. Later on, we went swimming and this time, I had to be real careful because there was a stream of old people and families with kids walking by while we were out there. Michael and David sat back on their towels. I sat down and applied lotion to my front. I was tempted to allow them to do it, but was not really ready for that just yet. LOL Jessica went into the house and brought sandwiches out for everybody when we got hungry. We stayed out there the remainder of the day with them. One older gentleman walked over to us and stayed for about 5 minutes before moving on. I let Michael and David to put lotion on my back and butt again. They did not try anything like copping a feel or anything else that might upset me. They were very nice and respectful of my limits. I was very comfortable around them because they were and completely relaxed. They eventually said it was about time for them to go. Jessica quickly spoke up and asked them if they wanted to come over for dinner. They readily agreed. They said they would take their stuff to the car, stop and pick up some steaks, beer, wine, and stuff and would be back. They left and Jessica and I went into the house. Jessica went and took a shower first, so she would be dressed when they returned. They must have ran and drove like maniacs because they arrived while I was in the shower. I dried off and combed my hair then joined everyone on the patio. We grilled the steaks and had a great dinner. Later on, I got up to go in and get us more drinks. As I walked by Jessica, she grabbed my butt and rubbed it. I just stopped and let her do it. The guys did not know what to think! LOL The look on their faces was priceless and I laughed and turned toward them and said they could feel it too. I told them that it felt really good and I did not mind. We spent a really great evening together. We had a total blast and I enjoyed bring naked the entire time with them. I felt so incredibly beautiful. It was almost like being a queen or something with all the attention I was being given by all 3 of them. That night could have lasted forever in my mind! They left and Jessica and I stayed up for several more hours talking about everything that happened. I told her that she was the best friend in the world and thanked her for everything she had done so far. I told her how much I had liked everything that had happened and that maybe she was not all that evil after all. Jessica laughed and said that she probably was but that I was welcome anyway. We eventually went to sleep and I slept like a log. WOW! I did not realize how long this had gotten! I guess I need to break this into several parts. Naked at the Beach, Part 2 Written by Janice Saturday, 04 July 2009 00:00 I was sleeping like a baby when Jessica came in and slapped my butt and said it was time to get up sleepyhead. I sat up and looked at the clock and it was almost noon. Jessica said that we were going to go into town for awhile and that she would have something to eat when I got out of the shower. I felt like I could sleep for another 8 hours but made my way to the shower. Afterwards, I felt better and was more awake anyway. We ate breakfast and talked about how great David and Michael were and how much fun it had all been. Jessica had me put on a pair of hot pants that were tight on me and a blouse that she had me leave unbuttoned but tied it off at the waist to hold it mostly closed. We drove in and parked. We spent several hours going in and out of all the little shops. We were in one of the bikini shops and found some wraparounds that were meant to be worn as cover ups over swimsuits. I bought several of them that were really pretty. We did some more shopping and eventually ended up back near the car. We decided to go ahead and drop off the stuff we had bought. I pulled out one of the wraparound out and asked Jessica if I dared to wear one of these around. Jessica laughed and said yeah, go for it. I stood between cars and looked around and did not see anyone, so I stripped. I put the clothes in the trunk and picked up the wraparound. Right about that time, there was a little toot on a car horn. We looked around and saw a guy sitting in a car a couple of spaces over. We both missed him in looking around for pedestrians! There was not much I could do since he could see that I was naked except laugh and give him a little wave as I  put on the wrap. We had resumed walking and soon discovered a problem a few minutes later. In the store, the wraparound appeared to e completely opaque, but out in the bright sunshine, it was quite see-thru.. Jessica looked me over from in front and in back and said that it was very easy to see that I had nothing on underneath. We ducked into a store and she said that maybe we should go back to the car and I put the other clothes back on. I thought about it for a minute. She was probably right and I should go and change. The thought of knowing that everyone could see through it excited me quite a bit. I looked at Jessica and said I thought I would just stay in the wrap. I told her that it was her idea for me to be naked as much as possible anyway. She said yeah, but maybe that this was a little too obvious. I said that this was perfect really, because inside here you could not see anything, and I did not know it was showing anything outside. I said that if anyone said anything to me, I would pretend to be embarrassed and act like I was trying to hide. Jessica giggled and said okay, if I was really sure. We went back to walking around. We chatted away and pretended to be totally clueless. Behind sunglasses, it was easy for us to watch the faces as we approached people. Most of the guys looked a lot and smiled as we passed them. Of the women, most scowled at me and looked away. A surprising number of them did look at me and smiled. A few were openly checking me out as we passed them. We made our way down to the beach and walked along the waterline for a little while. We could see all the looks directed at us. We heard a few comments also that made us giggle. A time or 2, we would pass a couple and we would hear the female give the guy a real hard time for looking at me too much. We made our way back off the beach and decided to find some place to eat. We went back to the car and drove around and eventually decided on a Italian restaurant. It was still a little early for there to be much of a crowd for dinner, which is why we decided to go ahead and eat! Inside the restaurant, there were a couple of tables and booths that were occupied, but the place was mostly empty. The waiter led us to a booth and took our drink order. He was an older guy but still very handsome. (Unfortunately, neither of us can remember his name.) Jessica and I were giggling about it when he returned with our drinks. We both flirted with him shamelessly as we decided on what to order and he wrote it down. He was a good sport and threw comments right back at us that had us giggling like crazy. He said that he would put our order in and then bring us some bread. Once he was gone, Jessica and I both were interested in having some fun with him. Jessica suggested I try loosening up the wrap and move it down my chest some to show off some cleavage. I did and it came undone right away and fell into my lap. I redid it again and this time it held. When he returned, he seemed to notice the change right away. He was looking at my cleavage as he said that he liked my dress. Very much unintentionally, when he said that I said thank you and sat up a little straighter and the knot came right undone and fell to my lap again! I froze for a moment because it was totally an accident. He broke the spell by saying “Again, I REALLY like your dress.” My mouth fell open when he said that, but then I bust out laughing. The way he said was so funny! I was laughing so hard that I made no move to cover my breasts up right away. Once I stopped laughing so hard, I reached down to cover up. Jessica jumped in and said why bother, he has seen them already. I looked at her like she was crazy. He said she was right and it was okay by him and that we were safe here and no one could see anything from here. I looked between him and Jessica a couple of times. He was really handsome and I was getting over the initial shock, and I was getting excited by being exposed in there too. I looked back and forth a couple of times, then smiled and shrugged and said what the hell. I just left it alone and sat there topless. He stood there for a couple of minutes talking with us before going off to take care of other customers. Jessica said that I was totally amazing. I laughed a little and said that was a total accident. I said that I was totally blown away by the feelings I had been having all day knowing that people could see thru it and see that I was naked. I loved the looks they gave me, both good and bad. I told her that it was the most incredible feeling in the world to be like this. We sat there talking back and forth waiting for our food.. As we talked, I decided I wanted to go all the way. I lifted up and pulled the wrap out from underneath me, halfway folded it up and put it on the other seat. Jessica looked at me, smiled, and said I was the craziest, most outrageous person in the world, but she loved it! I just giggled and said that she had no idea how great it made me feel. The waiter came back with our food and he almost lost the try when he saw me! He shook his head, smiled, and said “I take that back. I really LOVE you dress!” That set me off laughing again for a very long time. I had tears streaming down my face and could hardly breathe. We ate dinner and we and the waiter conversed just as if everything was perfectly normal. We continued to flirt back and forth throughout dinner. It was the most surreal situation really to be naked in a restaurant, not 20 feet or so away from other customers. They had no clue what was going on that close to them! I loved every second of it! After we finished eating, he came over and asked if we wanted dessert. I giggled and said I didn’t, but I bet I knew what he would like for dessert. Jessica punched me in the arm and he just smiled and said “Yes, we both would enjoy that dessert very much, but my wife and kids would kill me.”  We paid our bill and I put the wraparound back on, rather reluctantly. I told him that I really thanked him for being so nice and that I had had a really great time. I added that we were very lucky to have met him and for letting me do what I had done. He said that he would remember us for a very long tie and that we were the best customers he had had in a very long time, even WITHOUT my dress. That set me off to laughing again and we left shortly after that. Back in the car, Jessica said that was so crazy, she did not believe that it had really happened. I laughed and said I know, and that it was a complete accident made it even crazier.. I told her that I was hooked on being naked around other people now. I said that I loved knowing they could see all of me and I was letting them do it was so exciting. It made me feel so good. I said if it had not been for this thing turning out to be so see-thru, it probably never would have happened. Jessica agreed and said there were all kinds of things I could do with them, especially since I liked it so much. I asked if she had anything particular in mind. Jessica said she did not yet, but she would think of something. I giggled and said yeah, that is what I am afraid of! We drove around some and we passed a movie theater. Jessica suggested that we see a movie. I said okay, that just had to watch out for kids. When we parked and got out of the car, Jessica looked me over and said that without the sun directly on it, I looked to be okay. We went to the window and picked an “R” rated movie that should not have any kids in it. We went in and sat down and waited for the movie to start.  Jessica sat down about halfway down the row and I was a couple seats closer to the aisle. As the movie started, there were maybe 20 other people in there. About 10 minutes after the movie started, Jessica tapped me on the arm and motioned for me to hand her the wraparound. I hesitated only for a second before taking it off and giving it to her. Jessica took it and put it on the seat at the end of the row next to the wall. There was not going to be anything I could do if someone came along and saw me except just sit there. About 15 minutes later, the door from outside opened and a couple came in. The guy moved up the aisle and stepped into our aisle and sat down about 3 seats from me! The woman sat next to him. My heart started racing and I was finding it hard to breathe properly. I was scared to death and excited as hell at the same time. It took the guy about 5 minutes to look sideways. He looked harder a second time and got a smile on his face. He nudged the woman and whispered to her. She leaned forward and looked in my direction. She smiled at me and gave me a little wave. I smiled weakly and sort of gave her a wave back. Jessica was watching all of this with a very amused look on her face. Easy for her to be amused! As far as I could tell, she never had any thought or intention of giving me the wraparound back! What nerve! LOL At least it appeared that they were not going to go running off screaming. I relaxed just a little but was still really scared. The man and woman whispered back and forth for a couple of minutes, then she got up and moved past him and sat down next to me. She told me her name was Denise and said that I was super hot and really brave. I said either that or really stupid! She said it was very brave and that I had to be really excited. I said I was and also scared to death. Denise said that she liked the idea but just would never have to nerve to actually do it. I said yeah, the first time is probably the hardest. She asked me if I had done it before and I said that I had. I told her about my walks and at the beach briefly. Denise looked amazed that I had really done it. I told her it was such a great feeling to be naked and having people see you was really incredible. Denise and I kept chatting through the movie. She told me that her husband was trying to get her to do things like I was and she was scared to do it. She told me that she had only gone as far as not wearing panties for him. She said that she liked that feeling after she got used to it. We continued to chat through the rest of the movie. As we talked, she seemed to warm up to the idea just a little bit. She started talking to her husband some also. The movie was getting close to being over and Jessica handed me the wrap around. I stood up and put it on. When the movie ended, we stood up and they followed Jessica and I outside. The guy introduced himself as Jim and Jessica and I introduced ourselves to him. He thanked me for talking to Denise and making her feel better about maybe trying it herself 1 day. I said that I hoped that I did help and told her that she would love it if she ever gave it a try. As it turned out, they were parked close to us. We stopped at our car and started saying goodbye. Jim said that they had a boat and if we were interested, we could all go out in it tomorrow. I looked at Jessica and she said it was okay with her. He wrote down directions for us and we agreed to meet there about 10 in the morning. On the way home, Jessica said that was totally out of this world. She told me that she nearly freaked out when they sat down. I told her I thought I was going to die. I said that I was so scared I was shaking but at the same time I was so excited, I could hardly control that feeling too. Jessica said that we really lucked out and we had better be better prepared and plan it more next time. I looked at her and asked who says there is going to be a next time? She said you know as well as I do that there will be! Then we both broke up laughing. We drove down to where the boat was located. Denise met us in the parking lot. She started laughing when I got out of the car and said I was totally out of my mind. I was wearing another of the wraparound things and it showed me off just as much as the other one did. I laughed and said that she was just lucky I had this on. Denise said I had to be joking. I said don’t be so sure about that and then laughed and said I was. Denise led us down to the docks and to their boat. Jim whistled when he saw me and said that’s what I am talking about. Denise sneered at him and shot him the finger and he just laughed. He helped us into the boat. It was a real nice boat. It must have been about 30 feet long or so because it  is bigger than the 26 footer that I own.. Jim showed us the little cabin and then started the engines and pulled away from the dock. Jim said that he would head out a couple miles from land if that was okay. That sounded okay to us. As soon as we got out past the jetty, I took the wraparound off and stood there naked. They looked at Jessica in her bikini and she laughed and said that I was the show off, not her. They laughed and said that was cool. He ran out for about 30 minutes and then turned off the engines and dropped the anchor. Looking around, there was not another boat in sight. Jessica and I laid out some towels and starting putting lotion on ourselves as Jim broke out a big bottle of wine for us and beer for him.  Denise disappeared into the cabin and called for me a couple minutes later. I went down and she was on a bunk type seat and looking like she was abo ut to pass out from nervousness. Denise said that she was really scared about doing it. I sat next to her and told her it was okay, that it was a normal feeling to be scared the first time. I told her to take her time and that she had to be ready to do it or she would not enjoy it at all. If this was not the right time, then that was fine also. Denise said that she wanted to do it for Jim because he wanted her to do it, and after seeing me so relaxed about being naked last night, like it was normal. She told me that she was just really scared that someone would see her and laugh or make fun of her. I nodded and said that I understood that. I said that I get scared sometimes myself. I also said that I found that no one laughed or made fun of me. They usually were just happy about seeing me naked. I said that whenever she felt ready and decided to do it, I bet that she would find that she liked the feelings it would give her. We talked some more and then Denise asked me I there were other boats around. I told her that there were not when I came down, but I would go up and make sure. I went up and looked around, I did not see any other boats at all. I refilled our cups while I was out there and then went back down. I also mentioned to Jim that if she came out, not to react too strongly and just act as if it was perfectly normal and he said okay. Denise was sitting there with her clothes off and wrapped up in a towel. I smiled at her and handed her the cup and told her that there was not even a boat in sight, let alone nearby. She just nodded and took a drink from the cup. I did not say anything about her taking off her clothes because I wanted her to relax and just get used to it. We continued to chat for another 10 or 15 minutes. Denise then told me that she was starting to get used to it asked if she could tell me a secret. I said sure, she leaned closer and said that she was actually getting kind of horny being naked. I smiled and giggled and said that I got that way all the time! She giggled and said that was funny. We laughed and giggled along those lines for a few minutes. She emptied her cup, stood, up, dropped the towel,  and said okay, let’s get the show on the road. The way she said it had me cracking up. She turned around and gave me a push and told me to stop that and behave myself. She went up out onto the deck and sat down next to Jessica. She put lotion on and then stretched out on her stomach. We all sunbathed for awhile, then jumped overboard and swam some to cool off. Denise seemed to get used to being naked very quickly and looked like she was enjoying herself.  A couple boats passed by the area, but not too close. Denise grabbed a towel the first time, but just watched the others that went by. We started to head back in about 3 or so. I went down to use the restroom and Denise was waiting there when I came out. She said that she wanted to thank me for being so nice to her and helping her. She told me that she now felt maybe she could do something that Jim wanted sometime. I smiled and said I was glad I could help. She hugged me and then let go. She said oh, that felt pretty good and giggled. I giggled and said yeah. Denise hugged me again and this time pressed against me. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Denise and I just stood there holding each other. I really did like the feeling and whispered to Denise that if we stayed like this much longer that I was going to get really horny. Denise giggled and said yeah, me too and we broke apart. Denise got dressed. I waited until we were back at the jetty before putting the wraparound back on. Once we were back at the dock, we exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye. Denise gave me another hug and said thanks for everything. All in all, it had been a great day with them. Jessica and I got in the car and explored around more of the town. We found a stretch of antique stores and other little shops on one road and stopped and walked through several of the stores. The last store we went into had all kinds of stuff that looked like it was from the middle east. The whole store was decorated like that also. A old man came out to ask if he could help. He was definitely from over there somewhere because it was very hard to understand him through the accent he had. He was a very sweet old man who must have been in his 70’s at least and we was wearing the robes and head thingy that I had seen in pictures. ( Sorry, I do not know what they are called.) He stayed with us as we browsed around. In the back, there was this statue of the Sphinx. Jessica pulled out the camera and took a picture of it. She then had me stand next to it and took another picture. Jessica turned to the old man and asked him if he would pose for a picture with me. He came over next to me and put his arm around me. What he did was put his hand on my butt and played with it as she took the picture. If he had not been such a harmless looking old man, I would have slapped him!  He kept doing it as we walked around too! He did not seem to care that Jessica was watching either! It was too funny! Eventually, some other people came in and he ran off to talk to them and we snuck out of the store while he was busy with them. Jessica gave me a hard time for letting him do that. I laughed it off sand said that he was a harmless old man and it probably was the highlight of his life.

Not So Innocent, Sleepy Little Village by Isabella Part 2 Paul followed me up to my bedroom, my heart was doing back flips with every step I took up the stairs. I opened my door and let Paul step in ahead of me, he walked across my room and reached for the curtains to close them but when his fingers brushed painted plaster rather than fabric, he looked at me and said, "No curtains Sarah?" I looked him in the eye, "No curtains...no carpet...no fluffy stuffed toys, my bed and bedding are hypo-allergenic because I have chest issues!" Paul walked over to me and cupped his left hand under my right breast, "You have a lovely chest darling...pitty you don't have curtains...I would have loved to keep the light on while we're fucking!" "Why can't we leave the lights on?" He looked at the window, being a three hundred year old cottage, the bedroom windows started just above the floorboards but only reached up to four feet high, I didn't see anything unusual about the positioning of the window, all the houses on Kettering Road had been built exactly the same way...mind you, most of the other houses on my road had curtains that they could close. I suddenly looked in the direction of my mum and dad's room, they had started fucking in their bedroom and I thought, 'No, I've never heard that noise from my parents bedroom before...they must have been limiting their sexual activities to the living room or times when I was out of the house!' I saw a flash out in the totally dark street, a man had just lit a cigarette out on the pavement, I looked closer, the glow cast by my bedroom window lit my mother's car up and the glow from my parent's room lit my father's car up, so they hadn't bothered to close their curtains either and while me and Paul were just standing in the middle of my bedroom kissing as he fondled my tit through my nighty, my mum and dad were fucking up a storm. Paul started to unbutton his shirt and I looked out of the window, I saw from the glow of the cigarette that the man out in the street was looking from my bedroom window to my parents but he spent just a tenth of the time looking at my window and the rest of the time watching my parents fucking. Paul pulled me into his chest, the warmth of his body passing through my thin nighty easily...my heart did another double flip as he kissed me, "I think there's a peeping Tom out in the street...he's paying most of his attention to John and Vicky but if we start fucking with the lights on, I'm sure that he'd rather watch you being fucked than Vicky!" "There seems to be a lot of it about...we were peeping at the couple in the Subaru earlier and before that, just before you spoke to my dad, one of my teachers was peeping in our car until I opened the window and used his name...he took off like Usain Bolt on steroids!" "Didn't you want your teacher to watch you having sex?" "I had no idea..." I stopped talking for a moment as I struggled to unfasten Paul's trousers...Girl's clothing I found no difficulty with but men were an odd shape, they didn't have wide hips so needed their belts to be fastened much tighter than I would need, just to hold their trousers up. "...why...", 'success!' His trousers slid down his legs, exposing his underpants, "...we were sitting there in Slash Lane, my father had just picked me up from work when he saw the woman in the Subaru being followed closely by the man in the Black car...I think he wanted me to actually see a man and woman fucking to try to get me interested in sex!" He kissed me and I touched the waistband of his underpants...they fired down to the floor like a catapult...he was totally naked now, I looked over his shoulder and saw that the man in the street was now looking in our direction. Because of the time of night...or should that be morning? I assumed that the man had to live close by and I would probably know him but in the darkness, with only the tip of his cigarette providing any light and that being from below his nose, it made a grotesque mask keeping his true features from me. "Would you have let your father fuck you in his car on Slash Lane with all of us peeping toms watching you?" I laughed..."He couldn't fuck me...he's my dad!" "Well, it is illegal for a father to fuck his own daughter but there's nothing really wrong with a little daddy daughter loving, no one really get's hurt...hey, the man's watching us, would you like me to turn the lights off?" I looked down into the street again, not only was the man out there watching us rather than my parents, he had moved along the road, I looked from him and back into my bedroom, he'd moved to a place where he would be able to see all of my bed and not just the bottom half of it. "You can if you like but I don't mind one way or the other!" and just to prove that I didn't care, I stepped away from Paul and pulled my nighty off over my head, leaving me totally naked, I threw my nighty on the floor in the corner of the room and climbed on top of my bed. "Are you really a virgin?" I nodded my head, there was a little distraction from the street, Mr Duncan from opposite my house turned his outside light on, a powerful halogen light that lit up half the village, I caught a fleeting look at my peeping Tom, he was the new man who moved into the village in the Spring, I'd never spoken to him and didn't know his name but at least now I had the image of his cock stored in my new encyclopaedia of cocks that I started keeping just eight hours earlier in the day. Mr Duncan stepped out into his front garden and lit a cigarette...a secret cigarette smoker, I'd never seen him doing it before. The powerful light frightened my personal peeping Tom away again. Paul left me lying on my bed on my own, he crossed the landing in the nude to the bathroom and returned with a dark towel to put under my bum in case deflowering me caused a mess. Paul said, "This is more fun that installing a new kitchen in my friend's house...well...you ready?" I grinned up at him and nodded my head. He climbed on the bed and covered my body with his, he spent a little while positioning my body under him, it seemed like he was teasing me...I was desperate to feel his cock in my body and all he was doing was messing about, I was even more convinced that he was messing about when he asked me, "If you have a sticking plaster on your arm, would you rather pull it off slowly or fast?" I got as far as "F..." of fucking hell get on with it man...when he dropped all of his body weight down on my cunt through the single point of contact of his cock, I screamed and then melted under the pleasure. He started fucking me hard and I was bouncing from one orgasm to the next when he said, "By the way...you're wrong, when your father told me that you'd like me to come home with you, I told him that I thought that he was about to fuck you when I pulled up in Slash Lane and he said that he was thinking of doing you, just to get you interested in sex!" Well, I thought that I was having a solid ten of an orgasm until he told me that and suddenly I realised that I was wrong because my new orgasm was double the power of what it had been, just because he told me that my father was planning on fucking me if no one else turned up that I liked and now I understood why my mother was howling at the moon in bedroom one under the man with the massive cock, my orgasm kicked up another level when I remembered that the man with the massive cock had offered to pay me one hundred pounds if I let him fuck me! Paul was gasping for breath and I suddenly felt very warm in my belly, he was shooting his spunk deep into my body and that was all she wrote...as they say. He had climaxed and that was him finished, his upper body fell on top of mine, knocking the wind out of me, and he was almost babbling his combined thanks for the shag and congratulating me on how I took to his mounting. Instead of basking in the afterglow of coitus, I was rudely reminded that I wasn't his girlfriend...he didn't belong to me, he checked his watch, swore, gave me the, "I've got to run...my wife will kill me!" He dressed quickly and I reached for my dressing gown to see him out but he stopped me, there was a quick kiss, a, "Don't bother coming down to see me out...will you be around next Friday evening...earlier perhaps though so that we can spend a little more time together...I have your father's number, we can arrange something over the phone if you like!" I'd been on a sexual high for seven or eight hours and now I felt deflated...let down! I turned my bedroom light off but didn't feel like sleeping yet, not that I could have fallen asleep with the sound of my mother howling at the moon, 'At least my dad can still do it for her...just like the young stud that fucked her in the Coach and Horses a few hours earlier!' I moved the towel from my bed and spread it out on the floor in front of the window, I sat on the towel, just looking out into the darkness, I saw Mr Duncan pacing up and down in his bedroom, 'like me I guess, finding sleep difficult but I'll bet it isn't for the same reason. I watched him taking his dressing gown off, he was, like me, totally naked. He moved his pillow down his bed, he lay on the bed and pushed the pillow between his legs then he rolled, face down on top of the pillow and he started fucking it. 'Nice to see someone more frustrated than me!' jumped into my head, I guess that's what my teachers at school would call 'schadenfreude', my seeking out pleasure from someone worse off than me and Mr Duncan had been single longer than I'd been alive and he was over sixty so there would be less chance of him getting a fuck from a woman without paying for it! I watched Mr Duncan fucking his pillow for ten minutes, I saw his body shake and buck, then he lay still, 'That's the point when Paul's chest fell against mine and nearly killed me!' I watched as the old man rolled slowly onto his back, his cock was almost invisible in the nest of his pubic hair now, he threw the pillow onto the floor and then turned his bedroom light off. I'd never lifted the stone of darkness off of my little village before...until today, I'd be in my bedroom at seven o'clock in the evening and asleep by nine o'clock at the latest and today, for the first time in my life, I'd seen a peeping Tom working my street, and talking about my peeping Tom, he was back, because my bedroom was now in total darkness, the little light wash from my mum and dad's bedroom was lighting him, just enough for me to see him standing there wanking while watching my mum and dad fucking. 'Silence' Mum and dad finished their shag and they'd only been at it for two hours solid. I saw the peeper shoot his cream all over the boot of my mother's car, just before their bedroom light was turned off. I sat for another hour in total darkness as well as total silence, it was just before four o'clock when the next happening in my sleepy little village happened, A Northampton City taxi pulled up a few doors down the road, Sally Preston was in the back of the cab. Sally was twenty-five years old, married to Aiden who was twenty six. I knew that Aiden worked away for two weeks of the month and he left last Monday, so would be away for another week. I also knew that Sally was a party girl and loved playing in the local nightclubs and if she was in a Northampton City taxi at four o'clock in the morning, she's probably spent the evening in Illuminati, one of the best night clubs in Northampton. 'that'll be twenty pounds madam'...'Do you have change for a fifty'...'No, but I take cards' 'Well, what the hell else can they be talking about in the car for all this time...oh, hello, he's turned his headlights off and now the engine as well!' I watched as the driver leaped out of the car and opened the rear door for her to get out, he closed the back door and then he locked the taxi's doors and he followed her down the garden path and into her house. 'okay, don't be so suspicious, perhaps she didn't have enough cash in her handbag to pay him and she needs to go into her house to fetch more cash and he being the suspicious type is worried that she'll do a runner so he's following her to get his foot in her front door...oh, that's the bedroom light!' I watched a shadow play on the driveway in front of Sally and Aiden's house...'that isn't her purse that he's putting his fingers in!' There was a very loud shouty voice in my head screaming out, "God I need fucking again!" Why the hell did he have to go home to his wife after only fucking me once? Okay, I'd seen it more than a dozen times before...one of my classmates loses her cherry to a boy at school and then she craved sex more and more, I'd even seen one girl allowing two boys to take her over the demolition site...I didn't see her doing both boys at the same time but they were only gone for twenty minutes so I had to assume that she'd done them both together at the same time! I'd been close when she tried to entice Declan to go with her to the old building that would be our school's new music wing in a years time, he wasn't interested and he told her to talk to Sam, in the end, she was so desperate for sex that she went off with Sam and his younger brother for twenty minutes of fun and when she returned for fifth period English, she didn't have any lipstick on her lips and most of her eye makeup was running and smudged. Sex really was like a drug and even after just one fix...I was totally addicted. There was a hooter sounding in the street outside my house, 'How inconsiderate, a driver sounding his hooter at this time of the night!' jumped into my sleepy brain. I opened my eyes, shit, it was broad daylight and I was still sitting on the floor in front of my bedroom window, I was still totally naked and my tits were pressed against the glass...fortunately, the hooter seemed to be caused by our milkman blocking the Kettering Road and some impatient bugger couldn't wait ten seconds while the milkman dropped two pints of gold top off at number sixty-four (or as the owners had renamed it, 'Sea View'!) The joke was missed by most people but the owner of the house had estimated that the footprint of the house was actually directly over the 'Meridian', the line that marked the furthest point from the sea in any direction. It was eight o'clock in the morning and my arse was stuck to a bath towel. I squealed with the pain of peeling the rough towelling material off of my arse and I pulled my nighty on and then reached for my dressing gown for the walk between my bedroom and the bathroom but didn't put it on. For the first time since 'B' day...the day my breasts first started to show through my nighty, I left my bedroom wearing just my nighty. I started the bath filling up and I sat on the toilet to pee, looking down between my legs I saw a healthy scab of dried maidenhead blood and five hour old semen covering my labia. I looked at my face in the mirror, I smiled at myself and winked my eye at me...this time yesterday, I was just an ordinary fifteen year old school girl, now, just twenty four hours later, I was a woman...I knew what it was to feel a man's cock in my belly. I climbed in the bath and soaked...in my head, I scanned the village, there were no girls of my age, no girls anywhere close to my age but there were men...lots of men and most of them flirted with me and my mother, even if my father was around. There was also a boy, he was sixteen years old and went to Bedford School, a private boarding school that also took day pupils for money...quite a lot of money. I smiled again, I'd have to see if Robert wanted to come out to play later in the day. I heard my father knock on my bedroom door, "Are you two decent in there?" "I'm in the bath dad!" He opened the door and looked shocked, in my head, he had been shocked because I was sitting in the bath totally naked and hadn't rushed to cover myself in any way, usually I'd put a face cloth between my legs and hold a towel across my chest if my dad walked in on me, "Where's Paul?" 'Ahhh! That's what shocked him, he expected me to be in the bath with Paul!' "He went home around three o'clock...worried about getting shit from his wife!" "Oh I'm sorry darling...it would have been much nicer if he had spent the whole night with you, that would have made your first time a lot more special!" I shrugged my shoulders, making my tits bounce and his cock head...what did my physics teacher call it, sympathetic resonance...where one object bounces, causing another, unconnected object to bounce at the same time...because all my father was wearing was his pyjama bottoms and nothing else, when his cock bounced in time with my tits, it was very noticeable. He smiled at me and said, "It's really nice that you're comfortable with me seeing you naked now darling!" I returned his smile, rolled the bar of soap in my hands and started washing my breasts, "A lot has happened since my bath on Friday morning!" "Would it freak you out if I did a pee?" I chuckled, "So long as you make your pee in the toilet and not in my bath...I think that the man who took Kelly to the Coach and Horses last night weed on her while she was in the bath!" His eyebrows raised and his smile broadened, "Sounds interesting!" Dad moved over to the toilet and he pushed his pyjamas down to his ankles, he lifted his cock and then he made the mistake of looking over at me as I sat rubbing soap into my tits and his cock started to grow in his hands, "Damned it...I can't pee with a bone in my cock!" I rinsed my tits off and stood up, "I'd better leave you alone to have your pee." I pulled a towel around my shoulders and walked over to my bedroom to dry off. I sat on the floor in front of my bedroom window again and looked out into the street. I'd spent more time looking out of my bedroom window in the last few hours than I'd spent in the last fifteen years that I'd lived in the house...not that much went on in our street as a rule. I saw the man who lived across the road at Orchard Cottage leaving the house dressed in a football strip, he slid into his car and pulled off of his drive, he was making for Back Lane so I assumed that he was going to Kettering and as he drove past the back of my mum and dad's cars, I saw his next door neighbour leave Apple Blossom House and he stepped over the fence dividing the two properties, I saw the footballer's wife open her front door in anticipation of her neighbours arrival, she looked up and down the road but didn't see me sitting in my bedroom window. The couple embraced just inside the front door and then the woman started to climb the stairs while her neighbour closed the front door. Two minutes later I saw the woman closing her bedroom curtains and when the curtains were half closed, I saw the man wrapping her body in his arms...'Damned it...this isn't helping me to forget that itch between my thighs at all...I need to do something to get my mind off of sex!' 'Homework!' I needed to do my homework before Monday morning anyway so I might as well start it now to try and take my mind off of sex. I opened my geography textbook and looked at the question, 'What the hell was I up to on Wednesday when I'd written this crap in my geography book?' The only thing that I could put it down to was watching my best friend Amanda Finch flirting with Simon Baker in the classroom, Amanda had suddenly discovered boys overnight and was throwing herself at Simon. I put my laptop on the floor in front of me while my computer loaded up, I was momentarily distracted by the Amazon delivery driver knocking at the front door of Orchard Cottage. I saw the woman open the curtains and look out, she was totally naked as she stood in front of her window. My computer boasted that it was finally open with a 'Ta-da!' and by the time I looked back at Orchard Cottage, the door was open and the woman was talking to the delivery driver, she was almost wearing a very small kimono with no belt holding it closed so she needed to hold it closed to hide her body from the driver, naturally, he needed her to sign for the delivery and holding his tablet in one hand while signing the touch screen meant that she gave him a very good flash. I looked up at the bedroom window and saw the man from Apple Blossom House was looking down at the scene on the doorstep while he rubbed his cock. 'Fucking hell, there's more going on in my little village that I ever imagined possible!' jumped into my head. I linked in to my school account, chose the geography portal and popped a question into the forum, 'Can anyone from year ten in Mr Ball's Wednesday geography class help me with this week's homework question please?' I'd posted my question in the open forum but I got a private message in response from RB@geography, 'Sarah, the question for this week's homework assignment was to compare and contrast the coal industry in Derbyshire and the Glassmaking industry in the Black Country.' I hit the reply to the private message, 'Is that you Mr Ball?' 'Yes Sarah it is!' 'Sorry about last night sir!' 'What happened last night?' 'I opened my window and said good evening to you and that it was a nice night for a walk in the country!' 'Oh God, I didn't realise that it was you...I thought that it was a much older girl...you looked much older in the car than you looked in the classroom on Wednesday.' 'Probably a good thing that I spooked you though because the police turned up thirty minutes later.' 'Oh my God...are you in trouble?' 'No, I made a clean get away...in the end no one got into trouble, it was all sorted out because the police did a few things wrong!' I got another private message from AF2@KSA, that was Amanda Finch's user name on the Kettering Science Academy's school forum, 'Who's a lucky girl then Sarah?' 'Me!' 'No you silly bitch...it's me!!!' 'Why are you so lucky?' 'Simon was waiting for me after work last night, he came to walk me home safely after work.' 'And did you get home safely?' ':)' 'What happened?' 'Welllllll, it was just past seven o'clock by the time we got to my house and my mum was out at the bingo club and dad was out at his mates house helping him install a new kitchen so I knew that the house would be empty all evening so we went in to listen to music in the living room and...' 'You became a woman?' 'Big fat YES! And it was brilliant...you should try it!' The comment about her father installing a kitchen in his friend's house last night rang a bell in my head, 'Errrrrrrm, Amanda, what's your father's first name?" 'Paul...why?' 'Just curious...does he drive a transit van?' 'His work van's a Mercedes Sprinter but he can only use that during the week for work!' 'Interesting, what was he driving last night?' 'He has an old Ford Granada.' 'Wow...so, what happened with Simon and the music in the living room?' 'We ended up doing it on the living room carpet!' 'You went all the way with him?' 'Yep!' 'With a condom or not?' 'Welllllllll, he didn't have one and he didn't have any money to buy any from the supermarket...I know it was crazy but I just wanted to become a woman so I let him do me without!' 'Looks like we'll both be visiting the school nurse on Monday morning for the morning after pill...did he call you this morning?' 'No...why?' 'Well, you know what boys are like, if all you'd given him last night was a hand job, he would have phoned you this morning as soon as you woke up...as he got to plant his seed in your belly last night he might not ring you today...well, I hope that it doesn't happen but boys tend to drop a girl once they've got what they want from her!' 'Simon isn't like that...I'm sure he'll...wait, why will we both have to visit the nurse on Monday morning for the morning after pill?' 'Because I joined the club as well last night after work.' 'Shit...seriously Sarah, wait, you got a job and lost your cherry last night...totally out of the blue?' 'Totally unexpectedly.' 'Where did you do it, the back seat of a car or a garden shed in someone's back garden?' 'In my bedroom.' 'Were your mum and dad out?' 'No, my dad encouraged me to invite the guy back to our house, after work, and he almost pushed me upstairs with him to get on with it.' 'Shit, I wish I had your parents instead of mine...my mum and dad are too straight to let me do anything in the house like that...and did your boyfriend phone you this morning?' 'No, we actually made a date for next Friday.' 'Double shit...you lucky cow. Hey, how's your homework coming along?' 'Haven't even started it yet!' 'Why don't you come over to my house, we can do it together.' 'Steady on Amanda...just because we've both lost our cherries...I'm not ready for a lesbian play date just yet!' 'Not do IT! you silly cow, we can help each other do our home work.' 'Okay, I'll see if my dad or mum will drop me off, your house is on the corner of Brook Street, right?' 'Brook Road and my house has the blue front door!' I closed my computer down and wiped my browser history, just in case any of the forum chat or private messages were being held in history. As I was packing my books I was asking myself, 'What to wear...what to wear?' I could wear my new black dress, that would make Amanda jealous and she hadn't ever seen me wearing it before, if I wore my black dress, would I wear a bra under it or not...the dress was transparent enough that people would be able to tell that I was braless under the dress, would I wear my new black knickers under the dress, it would feel far sexier if I wore the dress with just the new black stocking under it...'Shit, I'm at it again, my mind is on sex again when I should be thinking about my homework!' Anyway, I had another shift at the Coach and Horses tonight and I'd better keep my new dress clean for that. I put my boring 'Normal' knickers on and picked out my red running shorts on top, the sides of the shorts had a cross over seam on the outsides of the legs to allow maximum leg movement without chafing but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I realised that I could see the legs of my knickers under the cross over hem on the outsides of my shorts...so I took them off again as well as my knickers. Well, I was thinking of not wearing knickers under my black dress, so, why not go commando under my shorts. So, my red running shorts were now firm, my choice of t-shirts was red, white or blue for my top and then I spotted my two year old Northampton Town Football Club shirt, it was too tight to wear now with my bra on under it but I might just get away with it if I left my bra off as well. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and swished my hips from side to side, my t-shirt was just tight enough to hug my breasts and stop them bouncing about and to finish the look off, I put my hair into bunches with a little delicate makeup on my face. I took my book bag down to the kitchen and asked if either my mum or my dad would take me into Kettering to Amanda's house, my mum gave me a shocked look, it was the first time that I'd ever asked for a lift to a friend's house to do my homework. Dad ran me into town and I directed him to the Brook, he could have driven through the estate to drop me off outside Amanda's front door but from the main road, it was just a short walk over a bridge to get to her house. I knocked on the front door and Paul opened it, "Good morning Mr Finch, Amanda invited me to come around so that we could study together. I had to smile, he didn't realise who I was, dressed like a thirteen year old with my short hair in bunches and the understated makeup I was wearing but I needn't have worried because after the first scan of my face when he opened the front door, he never looked at my face again, his eyes were flashing from my tits to my crotch and his own cock was growing inside his jeans and he wasn't trying to hide the fact from me that I was making him hard. Amanda ducked around her father, "Dad, don't keep my friend standing out in the street like that!" Paul turned his cock away from Amanda so that she didn't see it. Amanda guided me up to her bedroom and as she closed her bedroom door I said, "Your dad has a lovely looking cock...did you know that young girls turned him on?" She laughed at me, "He flirts with all of my friends mercilessly but I'm sure that he's harmless!" We knuckled down to our homework assignments, fortunately, Amanda knew quite a bit about the Black Country and I could muddle through about the coal industry in Derbyshire so we ended up only having to do half the actual work each. Amanda's phone rang, she looked at the screen, Simon's picture was on the screen and his name in Gothic script under it..."See, he did ring...just a little late is all!" Amanda didn't take the call in private, rather she actually wanted me to hear just how much Simon was in love with her, so she took the call on speaker phone. "Hi baby...what you doing?" "Just doing a little homework with Sarah!" "Clarke?" "Yes...why?" "Dave Cooper likes Sarah...and he's at my house right now with a few of his friends, I was wondering if you'd like to come over for a drink with us while we watch the match on the big screen TV." Amanda looked a little worried, she'd heard the stories about the way that some boys passed a girl around their friends after they first fuck her, the two main outcomes from an evening of fucking were for the girl to be dumped or passed around, very few had a lasting relationship with a new lover. She was biting the inside of her cheek and was twisting in the wind nervously... "I'm...going...to have to ask my dad first darling, my mum's at work and he might want me to go shopping with him!" Amanda pressed the mute button and she looked at me nervously, "That's not a good sign is it?" I heard a weak voice on the phone, "When Amanda and Sarah get here, don't go mad, let me get a drink into them first before you try for anything..." "Well, it looks like he was planning on passing you around a few of his friends...did you think that he'd be your 'Forever boyfriend'?" She looked thoughtful for a moment and shook her head..."Realistically, I never even expected him to call...actually, I didn't really expect him to pick me up from work last night if I'm honest!" "Well, I'm up for a bit of fun with David Cooper...actually, I'm so turned on right now that I wouldn't even mind having sex with your dad right now!" That caused Amanda to laugh and she un-muted her phone, "Simon darling, my dad said that it would be okay to come over for an hour or two!" "Cool, the match coverage lasts less than two hours anyway!" Amanda asked me if I wanted to borrow one of her party dresses, I refused and she decided that she needed a nice dress and a little makeup so I went down to the kitchen to where her father was reading a newspaper on the kitchen table. Paul looked up as I walked into the room, this time his eyes didn't even go near my face, straight to my breasts and then down to my crotch, "Would you like a biscuit or a drink of something...erm...I'm sorry, I don't know your name my dear!" "I'm sure that you do know my name Paul, you certainly knew it at two o'clock this morning!" Paul almost did a back flip he was so shocked at finding me in his kitchen, "What the hell?" "Don't worry Paul...I'm in the same class as Amanda at school, I'm not here to cause you any trouble, just to hang out with Amanda!" That caused a smile to suddenly cross his lips, he pushed his chair back and stood up, he wrapped his arms around my body and kissed me, groping my tits a few times for good measure before Amanda started to walk down the stairs and he jumped away from me and his fresh erection from Amanda. We walked around to Simon's house and as we walked along, arm in arm, I said, "I'm not planning on accepting a drink at Simon's house...I just don't trust boys all that much...but they shouldn't be too upset, I'm planning on having fun without their childish pranks and antics!" "They're only fifteen years old...do you think that they could get hold of serious drugs?" "Well, we know that Simon and David are only fifteen but we have no idea who else is there do we, I'm just not willing to risk it!" We walked a little further in silence, "Amanda, are you willing to let any of his friends fuck you that want to?" Amanda smiled at me, "I guess so...let's face it, I was doubtful that I'd get anywhere with Simon until last night and if I'm going to get dumped today, I may as well have a little fun first!" Amanda knocked on Simon's front door, he opened it and wrapped Amanda in his arms to kiss her, we were taken through the kitchen, Simon gestured to the counter top that was swimming in booze, "What would you girls like to drink?" I jumped in quickly with, "Not for me thanks!" Simon looked very disappointed but he made his mouth form a smile when he looked at Amanda, "What about you darling?" She smiled sweetly at him, "Not at the moment thanks!" 'Body language detector on,' Simon's body screamed out, 'What the fuck are you two doing here?' it looked like he might even be about to turn us around and throw us out of his house! I walked into the back room, it had a sixty inch TV on the wall and there were four pundits talking about the upcoming game, I spotted Dave on the sofa opposite the TV and walked over to him. He was sitting there with his legs crossed over so I pushed his right leg off of his left, "I didn't know that you fancied me David...you never mentioned it at school!" I looped my right arm over his neck and sat on his knee, he was so shocked that even though I hadn't been drugged, I had just sat on his knee and started kissing him. While my lips were still covering his, I sought out his right hand and pulled it between my legs. Because my shorts were so baggy, David had no problem getting his hand up inside the leg hole. Amanda stood there looking at Dave wriggling his fingers up my cunt and then she turned to face Simon, as she unbuttoned the button on the back of the collar of her dress, she wriggled her shoulders so that her dress fell to the floor and she said, "Well darling, who did you want me to play with first?" Simon looked like he was blustering...trying to deny that he was planning on passing her around his friends but he gave up as Amanda unfastened the back clasp of her bra and dropped it to the floor, he pointed to a much older looking boy sitting in the shadows, "My brother Richard!" Amanda pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them, "Where do you want to do me Richard?" He pointed to the lamb's wool rug in front of the TV and Amanda lay on the rug on her back. I moved my mouth to David's ear, "Do you want to fuck me here on the sofa, take me to a bedroom or watch Amanda and Richard first darling?" "Here on the sofa...will you strip off for me?" "Of course!" I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and eased my bum up off of David's lap so that he could pull my shorts down. There was a shuffling sound from the front living room, a much older man who looked a lot like Simon and Richard walked into the room, he walked down the back of the sofa as David repositioned me so that I was straddling his lap and made it easier for him to get his cock in my cunt. Amanda was gasping through her orgasm in two seconds flat, Richard must have been a really good shag, unlike David who had barely got his cock all the way in my cunt before he spewed his cream into my belly and left me feeling very disappointed. I was still kissing David when he lost sexual contact with me, his cock shrank down so fast that it could have triggered a speed camera for exceeding thirty miles per hour. Strong hands pulled at the bunches I'd put in my hair, Simon's father was behind the sofa and he pulled my mouth off of David's and pushed his cock at my mouth. 'Oh wow, I get to learn how to suck a cock and I've still not been sexually active for a whole twenty-four hours.' Other strong hands wriggled in between my stomach and David's, my body was lifted slightly off of David's and a cock slipped up my cunt from behind, at least the second cock in my cunt was bigger than David's and the boy was better at delivery than David, my biggest problem was not choking on Simon's father's cock as I tried to suck him while running through a massive orgasm. I heard, rather than saw, Richard climaxing on top of Amanda and her weak little voice asking, "Simon...who's next?" and the sound of fucking from behind me started off all over again. The final tally was, two fifteen year old boys, four boys between eighteen and twenty years old and Simon's father who was fifty-something and we both took on every one of them in our cunts as well as a few in our mouths. When the boys were all fucked out, or rather, the football match was over and the boys needed to go home, Amanda and I were taken to a shower room under the stairs and while three of them watched, me and Amanda washed each other under the shower and they encouraged us to put on a lesbian show for them.

New Family Rules by Hstoner New Family Rules Ch. 07 Amanda and Harry are nude lifeguards. The interview which Amanda and I gave to the student daily ran on the Monday after the first weekend of "A Prisoner of Herself." I was neither surprised nor offended that the piece focused primarily on Amanda. She's a lot more interesting than I am. Along with the story, they ran a picture of Amanda's face that came far enough down to show bare shoulders. The implication was, I thought, that Amanda was nude for the picture. She wasn't. The picture caption was "You can see a lot more of freshman Amanda Turner at the Wallace Theater this Thursday through Sunday." Amanda's comment was, "well, it's true." Amanda did get a few very rude e-mails after the interview was published. We were prepared for that and were surprised that there weren't more. Since they all came through the University's e-mail system, we reported them all. One e-mail, however, piqued our interest. It came from Melissa Stein at a student e-mail address. The e-mail said, "You were very positive spokespeople for naturism in your interview. Kevin Bach and I host a group of student naturists at our apartment at 7:00 p.m. every Thursday. We know you're busy this Thursday but would love to have you join us when you can." It gave an off-campus address. The e-mail was interesting because we assumed that we weren't the only students who enjoy going nude and wanted to meet like-minded people. Of course, we couldn't be sure that the e-mail was legitimate. Our first filter was to have me respond to the e-mail. If it was legitimate, a response from a guy wouldn't be a problem for the sender. If it was some scheme, we thought a response from me would probably be the end of it. Melissa responded to me almost immediately, giving a fuller description of their get-togethers. One item she mentioned made us both feel better: "no alcohol." Not that Amanda or I don't drink, but it increased our willingness to go to a strange apartment and get naked with strangers. Monday, I got an e-mail from Kevin Bach: "Mel and I saw your show Friday. Can't say either of us liked the play. However, it was obvious that you and Amanda were enjoying yourselves. We hope that you can join us Thursday night." Recognizing that there was some risk, Amanda and I decided to go to the Thursday meeting. It was staying light later, so it was not dark when we went into an older converted house on a residential street a few blocks west of campus. We went upstairs and, a few minutes after 7:00 p.m., knocked on the door bearing the number we'd been told. The door was answered by a very small woman with wavy, shoulder-length black hair. "Hi," she said. "You must be Amanda and Harry. I'm Mel. Please, come in." We felt better because Mel was nude. She led us into a small room with a sofa, an old armchair, a table made from a plank across two small crates, and some folding metal chairs. About a dozen people, seemingly evenly split between male and female, were crowded into the room. They were all nude. A very slender man stepped into the room from another room. "Hi," he said, "I'm Kevin Bach. Glad you could make it. There's popcorn and soft drinks in the kitchen," he added, gesturing in the direction he'd come from. Melissa said, "If you like, you can undress now, and I'll put your clothes in the bedroom. Or, you can stay clothed and undress whenever you're comfortable." Everyone seemed so friendly that Amanda and I decided to strip right away. While Melissa was putting our clothes in another room, there was another knock on the door. Kevin answered the door and said, "Hey Dani, Clark; glad you could make it." A tall woman with short, light brown hair walked into the room followed by a tall, slender man. I assumed that "Dani" was the woman. She looked around the room and her eyes settled on us. "You're Amanda Turner and Harry Stone," she said. We nodded. "We saw the play a week ago Saturday," the woman said. "That must have been so much fun for the two of you. I envy you. I'm Danielle Shorr, Dani for short. This," she said pointing at the man with her, "is Clark Tewes. I'd love to talk to you guys about that play. Let us get our clothes off though." Given that the people in the room had watched Amanda and me strip, I didn't think I was violating any norms watching Dani Shorr undress. She attracted your attention, but I can't say that she was beautiful. First, Dani was a large woman, and I don't mean fat. She was slightly taller than I am and had broad shoulders. Her face was angular, with a prominent, square chin and very sharp cheekbones. While she looked very friendly when she smiled, I suspected that her face might look hard in repose. As she undressed, it was obvious that she lifted. While she wasn't exactly the female bodybuilder look, her muscles were larger and much more defined than even very fit women I knew, like Amanda. Clark was also very defined. However, in contrast to Dani, he had the look of a distance runner, which I learned that he was as we got to know them. Kevin took Dani's and Clark's clothes and went in the back. Dani and Clark weaved through the group and stood next to Amanda and me. There wasn't room for everyone to sit down. Melissa had come back into the room and announced, "now that everyone's here, we can get started." The next hour sounded much like some club meetings I'd attended in high school, complete with discussion of whether the group could or should do any fundraising. What I mainly took away from the meeting was that there was a national park on the lakeshore in Indiana where the group sunbathed and skinny dipped without any hassle, but it didn't look like the weather would be good enough to do that until during exam weeks. The group planned an outing for just after the start of school the coming August. Except for the fact that everyone was naked, it could have been a meeting of a birdwatching club. People started dressing as soon as the business part of the meeting ended. I quickly figured out that was because the apartment was so small that only two or three people could get dressed at a time. We walked out with Dani and Clark. Dani said, "We didn't get to, but I'd still like to talk to you about the play. Being up there completely exposed must have been so much fun!" Clark said, with a laugh, "you have to excuse Danielle. She likes to have people see her naked." "You like it when people look at me," Dani said to Clark, "and you like having people see you." "Guilty on both counts," Clark laughed. "What did you think about the group?" Dani asked. Amanda looked at me. "It seemed," I said, "a little dry." "You mean that you thought that a room full of naked people might be less boring than an accounting class?" Clark said. "Basically," I replied. Dani said, "Mel and Kev are very much into the AANR 'nudity doesn't involve sexuality' approach. I understand why: they're trying to get social nudity more widely accepted, which is a good thing." "What is your attitude?" Amanda asked. Dani smiled. "Well, I agree that nudity isn't automatically sexual. But I'm standing there with my tits and my pubes out there for everyone to see. If I glance left or right, there's a bare dick within arm's reach. It isn't automatically sexual, but it can sure get sexual and, depending on who's involved, I'm all for that." Clark asked rhetorically, "You understand why I like her so much?" Dani laughed. "Don't be fooled by Clark," she said. "He doesn't like me. He's desperately in love with me." Both Dani and Clark laughed. We were outside an older apartment building about a block off-campus. Dani said, "This is our stop. I still want to talk. Can you guys do lunch tomorrow? Say 12:30 at the sandwich shop?" I looked at Amanda who nodded affirmatively. "Sure," I said. "Great!" Clark responded. "See you then." "I'm looking forward to it, "Dani added. Dani and Clark went inside the building. Amanda and I kept walking towards her dorm. "What did you think about tonight?" I asked. "I agree that the meeting at Melissa and Kevin's was boring, but I'd like to stay in touch with those people. Maybe there are others who are like Dani and Clark," Amanda said. "That was my next question," I said. "What did you think of Dani and Clark?" Amanda smiled. "I think they may be a lot like us. I'd like to get to know them better and find out." We met Dani and Clarke for lunch the next day. We did the standard "get to know you" conversation. In this context, the conversation included how we were introduced to nudism. Amanda and I recounted how we'd each been introduced to going nude within our families by our parents during the summer before our senior year of high school. Dani's story was interesting. "I basically backed into nudism from being an exhibitionist," she said. "Dad was something of a disciplinarian. If he thought you were really bad, your punishment was a bare-ass spanking. Several times as I was growing up, I had to bare my ass and bend over his knee. It hurt and the only people there to see me were my mother and my younger sister Amelia. Still, I got off on the idea of them seeing my bare ass and my cunt once I bent over. I started reading about people going without clothes. Nude beaches and skinny-dipping sounded cool to me. There was a lake in a county park close to where we lived. In the summers, I'd hike up there to the wooded side of the lake, strip off, and swim naked. I loved it so much! I'll never understand why people insist on wearing swimsuits. Ugh. There was a public beach on the other side of the lake, and I know people saw me sometimes. That just made it more fun! Junior year, I started dating a guy whom I talked into going naked with me. Being naked with someone else is much better than being alone." Dani took a few bites of her salad. She looked at Amanda and me like there was more she wanted to say but wasn't sure if she should. Finally, she smiled and continued. "Acting like a mainstream nudist, or naturist, never cured me of my exhibitionism. To me, the two seem complimentary. About three and a half years ago, my desire to be exposed got the better of me. My parents had company in, several couples they knew. I was dressed up in a very short dress like I was going out, although I really wasn't. I came downstairs and Dad said something about being home by 11:00. I turned on him and called him every name in the book. I was counting on getting him angry enough that he' d spank me then and there. He did. With their guests watching, he had me pull up the hem of my dress and wrap it around my waist. Then, he made me take off my panties and bend over his knees. I spread my legs apart as far as I could. Dad's spanks hurt, and I got grounded for a couple of weeks, but it was worth it. When he finished, I ran back upstairs to my room, put some cream on my ass, got a toy out, and got myself off twice just thinking about how the people downstairs had seen my bare ass and cunt." Dani sipped her Coke. When she finished, she said, "That's not the end of the story. My sister Amelia had been there for my spanking. She came up to my room. She told me that she'd followed me a few times when Cliff, my boyfriend, and I had gone skinny-dipping. She said that she'd wanted to join us but thought that I'd send her home. She said that watching me get spanked bare ass in front of our parents' friends was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen and that she wished it had been her instead of me. I'm not sure she felt that way the whole time I was grounded, but, that night, I pulled out a toy for her. It was hot as hell getting myself off for a third time while I watched Amelia get herself off while she watched me." Clark repeated what he'd said the night before: "You understand why I like Dani so much?" Clark said that he'd never gone nude in public before he got to the University and met Dani. "There's something about her that's very magnetic," Clark said. "She was very upfront that going nude and showing off are important parts of her life and, if I wanted a chance with her, I'd have to do it too. I figured it was a small price to pay to get close to Dani. I've come to enjoy it also." Amanda and I didn't have to say anything to each other. We both knew that Dani and Clark were our kind of people. As much as we could with exams weeks coming up, we got together with them and the four of us got naked. We were having lunch with Dani and Clark on the Saturday between the first and second weeks of exams. Dani asked what Amanda and I were doing over the Summer. "We're both going hoe to work for my Dad," Amanda said. "I'll work in the office helping with the books and Harry will be out in the field." "Any chance you can get June 23-25 off and come to Wisconsin?" Dani asked. "That's a Tuesday through Thursday." "Why?" I asked. Dani got a slightly naughty smile. "There's rich guy who owns a software company with about 200 employees in a suburb just outside Milwaukee. My parents know him. Every year in June, he takes over a country club and has a party for his employees and their spouses/dates. Adults only. He does something for the kids around the Holidays. Anyway, like I said, he takes over the country club. Their staff gets a paid day off and he provides his own people. The club has a huge pool and he told Mom that he's looking for lifeguards." Getting ahead of things, I said, "I'm not sure we want to go all the way to Milwaukee for a day of lifeguarding. Besides, I'm not certified." "Harry, please let me finish," Dani said. "I know this guy's wife a little. I'm not sure why, but she used to come to most of our high school lacrosse games. Maybe she played in college. Anyway, I called her. What they want is six people to lifeguard in the nude, three girls and three guys. It gets better. The other people there will be clothed. His employees and their guests will be in swimsuits all day. The people he's bringing in to serve food and drinks must be clothed because of the health department rules. So, the six lifeguards will be nude but everyone else around the pool will be clothed." "You're doing it?" I asked. "Yeah," Dani said, "Clark and me and my little sister and her boyfriend. You up for it?" I looked at Amanda, who was smiling. "I'm sure Dad will give us the time off if he knows why we want it," she said. "The event starts at 10:00 a.m. on the 24th," Dani said. "I figured you take the 23rd to get to Milwaukee. You can stay over with us that night and the next and go home on the 25th." I looked at Amanda, who said, "Sure. Why not? It sounds like fun." Mr. Turner had given us jobs for the summer. Amanda worked in the office helping with the bookkeeping, which can get tricky for a construction company. I was out in the field. Basically, I was Mr. Turner's snitch. My job was to go around to the jobsites and make sure that the actual work, job progress, crew sizes, hours, and the like, matched what our superintendents and the subcontractors were reporting. I was a little surprised at how often reality and the reports didn't match. Grades came about three weeks after we got home for the summer. To no one's surprise, Amanda did quite well: 3.95 GPA on a four point oh scale. To everyone's surprise, including my own, I had a 3.8 GPA for freshman year. To my disappointment, neither my sister Gwen nor Meryl came home for the summer. Gwen had acquired what seemed like a serious boyfriend, a guy named Phil Conlan from New York. Phil wanted to be a doctor, his parents were both doctors, and one of them had gotten Phil a summer job in the City working in a hospital lab. Gwen had decided that she wanted to be a writer and was interning with a national magazine in New York, I suspected to stay close to Phil. Meryl was more interesting. She was a little vague about it but told us that she had started doing some modeling at school in Providence. I gathered that some photographer she'd met had convinced her that she might have a future as a model. I could buy that. She was certainly beautiful enough and had a firm, athletic body. Modeling sounded more interesting to me than the mathematics which were her major. At any rate, the photographer had asked Meryl to come to Newport for the summer to work on "portfolio material." I was disappointed not to see her but hoped that she was having fun. Amanda and I had both told our parents about Dani's invitation to Wisconsin to spend a day as nude lifeguards. Mr. and Mrs. Turner and Mom and Dad were all enthusiastic about the idea and, perhaps, even a bit envious. Mr. Turner insisted that Amanda and I fly to Milwaukee at his expense. Dani and Clark met us at Mitchell International Airport. Clark was from Cleveland, but he was spending the summer in Milwaukee assisting some folks at UW studying the Great Lakes. The Lakes were one of Clark's passions and he had this "design your own" major, which the University allowed, focused on studying the Lakes, the people who lived near them, and how the two interacted. Of course, being in Milwaukee also let Clark spend the summer with Dani. Dani and Clark gave us a quick tour of Milwaukee. I have to say that I was impressed. We spent the evening just sitting around nude in Clark's apartment. After we'd finished our pizza, Clark said, "Well, Amanda, Harry, tomorrow you'll get to meet Amelia." Dani added, "Amelia's the beautiful one in the family. She's also become quite the exhibitionist. She was a cheerleader for football. This past year was her senior year. I made it up for one game. She had her tights worked into her ass like a thong under that short cheerleading skirt. She was a diver in the winter. I didn't get to any of her meets, but I've seen photos. She'd wear one of those high-cut suits and work the back of it into the crack of her ass with a blatant camel toe in front. I'm surprised that she didn't get into trouble with the school, but she's a very good student, and Dad has a lot of clout. For all of her showing off, tomorrow will be the first time she's gone completely nude in front of a group of strangers." "What about her boyfriend?" I asked. "Matt?" Dani said rhetorically. "Matt was a receiver on the high school football team. He's a nice guy. Amelia started going out with him last summer and started him skinny-dipping. My guess is that he's scared to death about tomorrow, but he'll do anything Amelia asks him." Dani gave a short laugh. "Matt doesn't know it, but that relationship is ending soon. He's going to play football at Oshkosh. Amelia has no intention of staying in touch with him once she comes to school in Chicago." The country club was about a 45-minute drive out of Milwaukee. I can't be sure, but I think we went slightly southwest. We were on the road early with Clark driving and Dani giving directions. The event started at 10:00 a.m. but Dani said we were supposed to be there at 9:00. The pool, which was visible from the parking lot, was separate from the clubhouse, with its own changing room. A chain link fence enclosed a large, grassy area around the pool that was largely covered with plastic lounge chairs. There was a large refrigerated truck parked with its back towards a gate in the fence. We parked and went through the open gate. A temporary bar had been set up under the awning that came extended off the changing room roof. Four buff-looking men and women were setting up the bar. The two guys were shirtless and in board shorts. The two women wore bikini tops and cutoffs. We were all dressed in tee shirts and shorts. One of the guys, looking lasciviously at Amanda, asked, "You guys the lifeguards?" "Four of them," Dani answered. "Where's Mr. Snow?" "I'm pretty sure he and his wife are up at the clubhouse," one of the women said. "They should be back soon." She paused a moment before asking, "You're going naked all day?" "Yes," Dani said brightly. "You've done this before?" the woman asked. "Plenty of times," Dani answered, although it wasn't completely true. "Strippers?" the woman asked. "No, college kids," Dani said straight-faced. That produced raised eyebrows from both women. Just then, one of the guys setting up the bar said, "Damn. Who's that?" I turned to look back at the gate we'd come in. A tall, broad-shouldered young man had just walked through. I think, however, that the bar guy's comment was inspired by the blonde walking beside the young man. There was a slight breeze and her shoulder-length hair was blowing a bit. What you really noticed was the hot, athletic body inside the white bikini she was wearing. Dani went over to the newly arrived coupled and hugged the girl. I heard them exchanging "Dani" and Ami" and guessed that the girl was Dani's sister Amelia. Dani brought the couple over to us. As they approached, she said, "Amanda, Harry, I'd like you to meet my little sister Amelia. This guy is her boyfriend Matt."" Amanda and I greeted the couple. Despite the "look-at-me" quality of the white bikini, Amelia seemed slightly shy. Up close, there was a strong family resemblance between Amelia and Dani. Amelia was a couple of inches shorter, and was, well, the more feminine version of Dani. Where Dani had sharp corners and angles, Amelia had nicely rounded curves. Amelia looked firm and fit but did not remotely approach Dani's muscular definition. Despite the sharp corners, Dani was attractive, I thought. The much more feminine version that was Amelia was very beautiful. Not Amanda, no one is; but comparable to Gwen or Meryl. There was a moment of silence before Amanda asked Amelia and Matt, "You ready for today?" "Uh, well, no," Amelia said with a tentative smile, "but that's part of the thrill, isn't it?" I looked at Matt, who said, "I just hope that I don't get hard." "No big deal if you do," Amanda replied. "You'll be fine," I said. Just then, a somewhat loud and commanding voice said, "There are my lifeguards!" The source was a short, broad-shouldered man who was completely bald. He was in a tee shirt bearing the name of a company and board shorts. A couple steps behind him was a thin, very tan woman with long brown hair who was wearing a white bikini top and thin white wrap draping down from her waist. The man came up and hugged Dani briefly. He stepped back and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Caleb Snow. This is my wife Lauren." Lauren and Dani hugged each other quickly. "This is my party," Mr. Snow concluded. We introduced ourselves. Snow looked at his watch and said, "We've got time. Let's take a walk around the pool before you get undressed." The pool was a large oval. It varied in depth from about two feet to about twelve feet. There was a springboard at the deep end, which was closest to the changing room. The grassy area inside the fence stretched farthest from the pool at the shallow end. Another group of four young men and women was setting up a food service area against the fence at this end. As we followed Mr. Snow around the pool, he said, "Of course, in the unlikely event someone gets into trouble, I want you to help them immediately. One of you call 911. There's a phone in the changing room. The life squad can be here in eight minutes. But the main thing I want from you is show skin. No covering up or keeping your arms in front of you. Put it all out there so my employees and their guests can see you. If I'd wanted ugly, I'd have hired it. You're not ugly. That's why I hired you." I looked at Amanda who raised her eyebrows a millimeter but smiled. I glanced at Amelia, who was blushing but had an excited look on her face. Matt looked, frankly, scared. Last, I glanced at Mrs. Snow who gave me a wink. When we made it back to the changing room, it looked like the bar was ready to go. Mr. Snow looked at his watch and said, "About quarter till. Let's all get in costume." He clapped his hands. The two bar guys dropped their shorts, picked them up, and put them behind the bar. Underneath, they were wearing only thongs or pouches, whatever you care to call them. The two girls took off their cutoffs. They were wearing thongs. Mr. Snow looked at the six of us and said, "Follow me to your locker room." Inside the changing room, there were doors for men's and women's locker rooms off an anteroom that also had washrooms. Mr. Snow unlocked a door marked "Staff" and showed us into a small room with eight lockers. Mr. Snow said, "Put your things in the lockers. I'll lock the outside door and open it back up for you when the day is over." Not only would we be nude all day, but our clothes would be locked away from us. I looked at Amanda who made a "thumbs up" gesture. Mr. Snow said, "Take everything off. I don't want to see any jewelry, watches, sandals; only sunscreen." He turned and went out the door. Mrs. Snow stayed and watched us. Amanda, Dani, Clark, and I stripped off quickly and began coating ourselves in sunscreen. Amelia and Matt were more hesitant, and giggly. When Amelia got her bikini off, I noticed that she had very pronounced tan lines. Her tits, ass, and pubes were virtually white. "What's with the tan lines?" Dani asked her sister. Amelia giggled again. "I thought they would look sexier, so I've only been tanning in a bikini," she replied. Dani looked at Amanda and me and shook her head. A couple of minutes later, the six of us came out of the locker room naked and barefoot holding only bottles of sunscreen. Mrs. Snow, in her top and wrap, came out behind us and Mr. Snow locked the door and dropped the key in a pocket of his shorts. "Put your sunscreen behind the bar," Mr. Snow instructed. "Keep moving. I don't want to see any of you sitting around." We walked over to the bar to stash our sunscreen. Of course, the four people working the bar studied our nude bodies intently. As Amanda put our bottle behind the bar, one of the bar guys said, "Not bad, not bad at all!" None of the employees or their guests were out yet, although we'd heard a few in the locker rooms. Amanda, Dani, Clark, and I stayed under the changing room awning. Amelia and Matt walked together around the pool. Amelia was swaying her hips in a way that just drew attention to her pale, perfectly formed ass. As we watched Amelia and Matt walk, Dani said, "We need to keep an eye on her. I'm not sure she understands how hot she looks or how guys might react." Just then, two couples came out of the changing room building. One couple was, I'd guess, mid-thirties; the other a bit younger. The men were both bare-chested in board shorts. The older woman wore a print one-piece, the younger a bikini comprised of a white top and black bottoms. All four carried a few spare pounds. They stopped when they saw the four of us standing there nude. Amelia and Matt were down by the shallow end of the pool. The younger woman pointed them out to her friends. The four stood still for several moments, shifting their gaze between us and Amelia and Matt. Finally, they smiled at us and walked away. "I guess we ought to start our rounds," Amanda said. She and I started to walk to the right of the pool, past the bar. Dani and Clark went left. The pool area filled up rapidly. Within about a half hour, there were, I'd guess, over 100 people in the pool, on lounge chairs on the lawn, at the bar, or at the food stand. Of course, all of them were in swimwear. Everyone was looking at Amanda, Amelia, Dani, Clark, Matt, and me very closely. I don't think anyone expected to see naked people at their company outing. At first, most people kept some distance from us, as you might expect people to do when confronted with something unexpected. As it became apparent that we were basically harmless, and as people drank, more people began coming up and talking to us. I assumed that, at least for the guys, that was to get a closer view of Amanda. I can't say that the other four experienced the same thing, but the conversations Amanda and I had typically followed a similar script. The clothed guests, often a couple, would approach us and ask, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Amanda or I would respond, "We're Amanda and Harry. We're lifeguards." The clothed person would then ask, "Uh, why aren't you wearing any clothes?" We'd respond, "Because Mr. Snow asked us to go naked." That response often ended the conversation. Our interlocutors would smile and walk away. However, a few asked some version of "How does it feel to be naked with all these people around who are dressed?" That was a much more interesting question. We'd answer with a breezy, "We're used to it." The truth was a bit more complicated. At a nude beach or resort where most of the people are nude, you quickly forget that you're not wearing anything. Indeed, you stand out a lot more if you are clothed in those circumstances. Walking around the pool that day, it was impossible to forget for a moment that we were completely nude. Seeing everyone else with their tits, asses, and pubes covered drove home the reality that ours were completely exposed. Likewise, it is usually considered bad taste, or worse, to stare at someone else at a nude beach or resort. Everyone was staring at us that day. Mr. Snow had made the point explicit that morning: we were there so that everyone else could see our nude bodies. Amanda and I had been nude on stage in front of clothed audiences before. That was different. No matter how close the audience is, being on a stage creates a psychological distance between you and them. Also, a play is not real. You are playing a role. I think that produces a subconscious attitude that it isn't really me standing there with my dick and balls out; it's my character. None of that distance or displacement was possible at the pool in Wisconsin that June day. How did it feel? Speaking for Amanda and me, exciting. Exciting both in the sense that we were doing something a bit taboo that almost no one else there was doing; and sexually exciting knowing that everyone was looking at my dick and balls, at Amanda's slit and tits, and at both of our asses. While it would have been deathly boring had we been doing it clothed, Amanda and I were having a great time walking around nude among all those clothed people. After about an hour, Mrs. Snow came up to the two of us. She had taken off her wrap to disclose her white bikini bottoms and a thin, but very attractive, pair of legs. "How is it going?" she asked. "Fine," Amanda said, "we're having a good time." "How about you, Harry?" Mrs. Snow asked. "What could be better than being out nude on a wonderful day like today?" I asked rhetorically. "How many people are you expecting in total?" I asked. "Around 200," Mrs. Snow answered. "There'll be a bunch more between noon and one when the golfers finish up." Mrs. Snow paused. Then, she said, "You must be hot." Mrs. Snow said. "Why do you say that?" I asked. I wasn't conscious of being uncomfortably hot. Mrs. Snow smiled. "Both of you have beads of sweat in your pubic hair," she replied. I guess it was the power of suggestion, but both Amanda and I wanted something to drink. We could get free water or soda from the bar. We walked to the bar and asked one of the women for water. The woman gave us two very cold plastic bottles of water. She followed that with the inevitable, "How do you like walking around naked?" "It's really a blast," Amanda answered. "You both have the bodies for it," the woman responded. To Amanda, she added, "He has a great looking dick." Amanda smiled. "I know," she said. "It feels good too, whether it's in my pussy, my mouth, or my ass." That was exaggerating, at least in that Amanda and I hadn't had much anal sex. "I'll bet," the woman replied. "Watching you guys," she went on, "I almost wish I could take this suit off and work naked myself." To the other woman at the bar, she asked, "Holly, would you do this naked if they let us?" Holly glanced at Amanda and then at Amelia across the pool. "Yeah, if she wasn't here and that other blonde wasn't. With them running around naked, no one would look at me." Amanda and I thanked the women. Clothed people were lining up behind us for drinks, so we moved away from the bar. We were looking at the pool from under the awning when Amanda said, "She does look good." "Who?" I asked. "Amelia," Amanda replied. I looked to where Amelia was standing, about midway along the pool, talking to five guys who were in a semi-circle around her. Her tanned back and legs highlighted her pale ass. The contrast between her and the clothed men was erotic. I looked to the other side of the pool where Dani was standing with Clark. I assumed that Dani was sweating too because her body had a sheen which emphasized her muscularity. Still, she was obviously a naked woman. "Dani doesn't look bad either," I said. Amanda gave me a look. "Dani's attractive," Amanda said, "but that's far more her personality than her appearance." We finished our water, put the bottles into a recycling bin, and stepped out from under the awning. Before we'd gotten very far, a fit guy who looked to be in his late twenties came up to us. "Are we allowed to use the diving board?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. "What dives can't we do?" he asked. "Anything you're not capable of doing," I answered. I inferred that his questions were pretextual because, although he was talking to me, I could see his eyes running up and down Amanda's bare body. I couldn't blame him. I like Amanda's body a lot better than my own too. Amanda was well aware that the guy was inspecting her. She was loving it. As Mrs. Snow predicted, there was another influx of people between noon and one. I guess the people who were there all morning had gotten used to us. This second wave repeated the cycle of being surprised at seeing naked people, stand-offish, and then eager to get as close to us as possible. One older man walked a complete circle around Amanda, looking her up and down. Amanda stood still and let him look. A rather full-chested, redheaded young woman in a one-piece that showed a distinct camel toe came up to me. "Can we take our clothes off too?" she asked. "I've been told that the guests aren't supposed to," I replied, "only the lifeguards." "That's not fair," the woman sniffed and walked away. About 2:00 p.m., Amanda decided that we needed to refresh our sunscreen. She took our bottle from behind the bar. We went into the anteroom outside the locker rooms and started spreading more sunscreen over each other. As we were doing that, Mr. Snow walked in. "Why are you doing that in here?" he asked. "If you need to add sunscreen, do it outside where everyone can see you." A bit later, Amanda and I were getting more water when Amelia walked up. "Are you guys having as much fun as I am?" Amelia asked. We took our waters, plus one for Amelia, and stepped away from the bar. "You're enjoying yourself?" Amanda asked. "Yeah," Amelia said. "I was pretty nervous this morning. I mean, I like skinny-dipping and being naked on the beach, and I tease with my cheerleading outfit and my diving suit, but the idea of being completely naked and on display scared me a little. Well, to be honest, it scared me a lot. But, doing it has been great! The guys are all looking at my tits, my ass, and my pussy, but that's really exciting! I've been a little wet all day. Do you guys get excited doing this too?" "Yes, we do," Amanda answered. "Poor Matt," Amelia said. "Why 'Poor Matt'?" I asked. Amelia smiled at me. "He's just doing this because I asked him to. He's embarrassed as shit. He doesn't enjoy being seen nude like we do. That tells me he's not the guy for me. Still, I'll fuck him tonight as a 'thank you.' He's earned that." Amelia walked away. We both watched her beautiful pale ass, which seemed to have a pronounced wiggle. Amanda turned to me and smiled. Apart from one guy cutting his foot, there were no incidents which called on us to utilize "lifeguard skills." Dani bandaged the guy's foot for him. I think the guy was disappointed that Amanda or Amelia didn't do it. As the afternoon drew on, however, the free alcohol began to show. People were getting louder. They were ogling the six of us even more blatantly than before and we started hearing "nice tits," "I'd love to fuck her," and a few "nice dicks." In one sense, it was flattering. Late in the afternoon, the redhead who'd asked me earlier if she could undress came back up to me. Another woman was following a few steps behind. "Do you mind?" the redhead asked. "I'd like to hold your dick for a moment." "That's fine," Amanda answered for me. The redhead reached out and wrapped her hand around my dick. She turned to the other woman who snapped a picture of us with her phone. The redhead let go, said, "thank you," gave me a quick kiss, and smacked my ass. Amanda just smiled. I was a bit concerned about the guests driving home until someone told me that everyone had come on chartered buses. The buses would take them back to the company's building in Milwaukee. I figured most people would sober up enough to drive in that time. We only had one "incident," although that exaggerates it's importance. We'd all been keeping an eye on Amelia. She obviously enjoyed talking with the guys. Around 5:00 p.m., she was talking to a group of guys on the lawn. In a few moments, what had been a semi-circle became a circle of guys with Amelia in the center. Dani came over to me and pointed at it. Dani started walking that direction and I followed. When Dani and I were about fifteen feet from the circle enclosing Amelia, one of the guys with his back to us reached out and grabbed Amelia's bare ass. She didn't like that and spun around. Before she could say or do anything, Dani called out loudly, "Amelia, we need you." The sight of a muscular naked woman and a muscular naked man striding towards them caused the guys forming the circle to move away quickly. Amelia came over to us and said, "That hurt! That bastard!" Dani patted Amelia's bare shoulder. "Ami, you need to make sure no one's behind you. I know you're having fun, but always have situational awareness." They closed the bar and started taking it down about 5:30. At six, when the day was scheduled to end, there was a general movement into the locker rooms. Amanda, Amelia, Dani, Matt, Clark, and I were all standing together. Most everyone took one last look at us as they went into to change for the ride home. We were ready to leave too, but our clothes were locked up and Mr. Snow was nowhere to be seen. By 6:15, the food stands and bar were down. The woman whom we'd talked with the most at the bar came over. She had her cutoffs back on. "It was nice to see you," she said, raising her eyebrows to ensure that we caught the double meaning. The bar staff left. By 6:45, we could see people, fully dressed, outside the pool fence, walking towards several buses which had arrived in the parking lot. Many took yet another look at the six nude people inside the fence. Still no Caleb Snow. None of us had brought anything so valuable that we'd mind leaving it behind except that Clark's and Matt's car keys were locked up. By 7:00 p.m., the buses were pulling out. Finally, Mrs. Snow appeared by the pool, still in her bikini, and carry a small string bag. She stripped off, dove in the pool, and swam the length of the pool and back. She got out, smoothed her long, wet hair back from her face, picked up the bag, and walked over to us. "I've been waiting all day to do that," she said. "Caleb would have gone apeshit if I'd done that while his employees were here. I envy you getting to be nude all day. You probably want to get going though. I've got the key." Mrs. Snow unlocked the staff locker room and stood naked in the doorway as we got dressed. When we were all dressed, she said, "I think you're due to be paid." She reached into the bag and pulled out a wad of $ 100 bills. She counted them off eight at a time and handed that money to each of us. As we walked towards the gate with our pay, Lauren Snow called, "Thank you." Amelia and Matt walked away to Matt's car. I wondered if Matt knew he'd be getting lucky that night. As Clark opened his car, Dani said, "I've been naked all day. Having clothes on again just doesn't feel good. Let's drive home naked." The rest of us needed no persuading. We all stripped off in the parking lot. As I got in the back seat with Amanda, I saw Lauren Snow standing alone, naked by the pool fence, watching us. On the ride home, the reserve we'd maintained all day broke and we began talking about how hot the experience had been for us. Amanda and I were playing with each other and Clark was driving faster than I'd have done driving nude. There was a very palpable sexual energy in the car by the time we reached the parking lot of Clark's apartment building. The four of us, naked, quickly crossed the parking lot, entered the building, and started up the stairs. A young woman coming downstairs carrying a laundry basket said only, "nice outfits!" Clark got his door unlocked quickly, but Amanda and I had started kissing and fondling each other in the hall. As we stumbled into the apartment with Amanda holding my dick and my finger in her cunt, Dani said, "You perverts can't even wait to get inside. We'll I can't wait either!" She grabbed Clark and said, "Come on!" It took Amanda and me a moment to realize that Dani was taking Clark to the bedroom and wanted us to follow. We let go of each other and followed. When we reached the bedroom, Dani was already sideways across the bed, on her hands and knees with her legs apart and her pussy and asshole facing the door. "I don't care which one, but I want one of you guys inside me right now!" Dani yelled. Clark got on the edge of the bed behind her and shoved his hard dick into her. Amanda looked at me, smiled, and then got onto the bed next to Dani in the same position as Dani. I didn't need to be asked. I got onto the edge of the bed and slid my dick into Amanda. Clark and I were rubbing shoulders as we thrust our dicks back and forth inside our respective girlfriends and Amanda's and Dani's hips and shoulders were rubbing against each other. I can't speak for Dani and Clark, but Amanda and I were very worked up, it had been building all day. Almost as soon as I entered her, Amanda had clamped down on my dick with her pelvic muscles, which was her way of telling me that she wanted to come. I was so aroused by the day and by the scene we were in then, that I was pumping Amanda fast and furiously, not how we usually liked to make love. Amanda was soon moaning. The pitch of her moans was rising, which told me that she was getting there fast. That was good because I was about to shoot. Amanda had just started her orgasmic howl when the room was filled with the sound of Dani yelling "Oh . . . My . . . God . . . Fuck . . . Yeeeesss!" Amanda punctuated that with a short scream of her own as I shot a load inside her. Amanda collapsed forward, pulling me on top of her. I lay on top of Amanda's back feeling her panting as I panted myself. Finally, Dani said, "That was fun!" I looked to my right. Clark was standing beside the bed. Dani had rolled over and was sitting on the bed. She reached a finger out, wiped up some of Clark's come from the head of his dick, and put the finger in her mouth. I rolled off Amanda onto my side at the foot of the bed. Amanda turned on her side with her back and ass against me. We were looking at Dani and Clark. Dani asked, "You two want to sleep with us tonight?" "Amanda answered, "Sure!"

New Girl put In her Place by gwentman New Girl put In her Place Part 1. Josie was 14 years of age, slim build with brown mousy hair. Slightly built but a bit of a tomboy. Her weakness was that she felt a bit self conscious about her relatively small breasts. Most people would say that she was not much of a girly girl generally wearing trousers and dark clothes. Yet she was quite assertive and led a group of girls like herself at school who many pupils felt a bit intimidated by. Due to her confidence and her girl gang she was popular with boys in her year they seemed to be drawn to her confidence and assertiveness. Recently she had with her two best girlfriends Mary and Lisa got one of the weakest boys in her year to drop his pants and let them see his willy and little balls. Josie and her friends had found this very funny. She enjoyed her popularity with the girls and boys at her school. It was really important to her that she was liked and was the center of attention. Everything in Josie's world was fine until the new girl Catherine had joined their class mid way through the spring term. Catherine was everything Josie was not. She was very mature for her 14 years of age. She had a more developed body, with quite large breasts for her age and a well formed butt. Not like Josie's virtually flat bottom which she was always hoping would develop into something more shapely. Catherine had long black hair and always seemed very well turned out and seemed to almost glow with her near perfect clear skin. To make matters worse she seemed quite a nice person and was happy to help out her fellow classmates . Also she was a grade A student and seemed to find all her school work easy. She was everything that Josie was not, who sometimes struggled with her school work and often appeared somewhat scruffy in appearance. Even Josie had to admit that Catherine was a good looking girl and had one hell of a figure for her age. This hardly made Josie feel any better. From the minute that Catherine had arrived everything had gone wrong. First because she had the biggest tits in the whole year all of the boys had been bemused and could hardly ever take their eyes off her breasts , almost following her around with puppy dog eyes. Grateful to get her attention and blushing if she spoke to them. Three of Josie's best male friends Matt, Joe and Luke had deserted her company and now hung around Catherine and she could see that they were mesmerized by this new girls body and probably dream't of her and more each night. Even many of the girls sought advice on make up and clothes from her. Even worse again when Josie had tried to be a friend, Catherine had not been that interested. Then why would she want to be when everybody else was already eating out of her hand. In about 3 weeks Josie and her two friends Mary and Lisa had gone from being top dogs to virtual outsiders. Josie felt that Catherine was to proud and snooty to mix with her and her friends. To date she felt that this had been the worst 3 weeks of her life , she had never been so ignored in her young life. They just had to do something that would bring Catherine down a peg or two but would not make them unpopular with their particular year group. Initially it was Lisa that started Josie thinking about what could be done. Lisa kept asking what was so special about Catherine and what initially drew people to her. All three girls decided that it was her large breasts for her age. This was certainly true of all of the boys in their class , even though she had many qualities it was her large breasts for her age that people noticed first. It came to Josie after some thought that they should lure Catherine somewhere secluded and strip her totally above the waist , exposing her tits and getting photo's and video's. Also that this should be done in front of some of the boys as this would make the situation more humiliating for Catherine that even boys would see her upper intimate parts exposed. By securing photo's and video's of the event they could then blackmail Catherine by threatening her that these would be shown to the rest of the school unless she followed their every instruction. Yet because of Catherine's popularity how were they going to get some of the boys to join in? All three girls started a campaign by starting to engage Matt, Joe and Luke in conversations about Catherine's tits . About how much they liked them, how wonderful they looked and how wonderful it would be if they could see them exposed in all their glory and would they really like to see them bared. Josie and her friends knew they had to be patient in planting the idea of their plan into the boys heads. Initially the boys denied even noticing Catherine's breasts, which was so funny. After a few weeks the boys admitted that they had noticed them and that they were impressive. The last part was the hardest but after several weeks it was clear that Matt, Luke and Joe were getting quite preoccupied about actually seeing Catherine's bare breasts. Yet the boys were reluctant to take any kind of lead, which suited Josie as she wanted to remain in control of the whole process. She was confident that Mary, Lisa and herself could overpower Catherine and get her naked to the waist. The boys did not want to be seen to initiate stripping a female classmate topless but were increasingly happy with being present once the girls had done so. They still hung around Catherine but started to spend some time again with Josie , Mary and Lisa. Josie was confident that they would not tell Catherine of her plan as they would miss out on seeing this wonderfully attractive girl topless. She partly admitted with all this talk she was getting quite excited herself about seeing this girls titie's and wondered what size nipples she had. Luke who Josie thought was the best looking of her three male friends was adamant that Catherine would only be stripped topless. She wondered how attached he might be to Catherine and felt a pang of jealousy. Josie was able to inform him that Catherine would only be stripped topless, this was her plan but what did he think she was, although being very much a tomboy she was not a lesbian. Throughout the time they had been encouraging the boys the three girls had been taking it in turns to scout out Catherine's movements after school and the unsuspecting girls route home. This had been much easier as they discovered that Catherine cut through a path that went through the woods at the back of the school as a short cut home. She was not alone in this as some other pupils did . But she was the only one that went that way from their class and thus walked home alone. All three girls were quite happy when they found this out. They were beginning to believe that they could actually ,for real execute their plan and become the most important people in class again. Such was their desire to make this work that all three of them gave up a Saturday morning to walk the route and research the best place for an ambush where they could overpower their unknowing victim. During their Saturday morning walk they discovered the ideal place, part way along the path there was a hollow that they could push Catherine into, pin her down and strip her topless. All of them decided that they had to go ahead and pull this girl down a peg or two and also they would loose all credibility with Matt, Joe and Luke if they did not, now that they had engaged the boys excitement of seeing a classmates bare breasts. Josie knew that other pupils walked this path as a short cut home and secretly hoped that some of these pupils would see Catherine topless as this would add to the girls humiliation. Josie and her two girlfriends started referring to their plan as, 'The Event' and passed this as a kind of code word on to Matt, Joe and Luke to be able to let them know when the stripping would take place. The girls decided that the stripping should be the end of the school week on a Friday after school. Josie met with Matt, Joe and Luke and gave them the heads up and emphasized that they needed to make sure they waited about 10 minutes before following Catherine along the path into the woods. Josie wanted to make sure that Catherine did not spot the boys following her as this would arouse her suspicion and she may turn back and weeks of planning would be wasted . Also there may never be a better opportunity. Once Friday came round Josie, Mary and Lisa skipped the last class of the day so they could get into position. It was a really hot day and as they had some time to wait they got themselves a bottle of coke each to enjoy. Mary and Lisa waited at the bottom of the hollow, while Josie positioned herself further up the path hidden just out of sight. For what seemed an age Josie waited and she began to wonder if for some reason Catherine had changed her usual plans or had one of the boys tipped her off. Then while remaining out of sight she could see Catherine coming along the path and she would soon pass her hiding place. Due to the hot weather Catherine had her blazer draped over one arm and a rucksack on her back. She was wearing a white buttoned blouse, loosened school tie, a blue skirt that fell just above the knee ,white socks and slip on black shoes. Josie felt her heart beating faster and watched as a contented Catherine passed her hiding place. As soon as she did Josie stepped out on the path behind her and quickly walked up behind her until she got level. ' Hi Cath how are you ? ' ' Woh Josie what are you doing here you never come this way'. Josie wanted to take control straight away and responded in her most assertive manner. ' What are you saying . That I should not be here' . Straight away Catherine got a bit submissive and responded. ' No of course not I did not mean it that way'. Josie kept the verbal pressure on, ' Suppose you think I should not come this way where the posh houses are. ' ' No no Josie that's not what I mean. ' Catherine found Josie a bit rough and aggressive and had been alarmed when she had suddenly appeared from nowhere behind her after all she had never seen her walk this path before. At least Catherine thought her two friends Mary and Lisa were not with her which helped Catherine relax a bit. ' Do you mind if I walk along next to you .' Catherine new that she had very little choice but to agree and gave this sometimes unpredictable classmate her best false smile and replied, ' Sure I would like that. ' As they walked along the path Josie was chatting happily to Catherine asking her how she had settled into the school and what her old school had been like. Josie wanted to distract and relax Catherine as much as possible so that she was totally unprepared for what would happen next as they headed to where the hollow was along the route. Josie made sure that Catherine staid on the side of the path where the hollow was and could not help feeling really good and quite excited that her plan that had been weeks in the planning was about to be put into action. Just as they got to the hollow Catherine looked down and saw Mary and Lisa there but before she could react, Josie pushed her with all her might and loved Catherine letting out a scream as she went rolling down the bank. Josie stood at the top of the path and watched her roll down and get grabbed straight away by Mary and Lisa. Her rucksack was quickly removed and her blazer had already fallen off her arm. Mary quickly had Catherine's arms above her head and with Lisa's support had the girl laying flat on her back , Catherine was shouting at them . ' What are you doing ? Get off me , let me go. ' Josie walked down the bank she did not want to start removing Catherine's blouse until the three boys caught up being about ten minutes behind . Catherine was trying to struggle and Josie noticed how this attractive girl's breasts jiggled. Mary had her arms tightly held above her head and Josie signaled for Lisa to assist her in holding Catherine's legs. They each held a leg. ' What do you think you are doing. ' Catherine called ' Just relax , we just want to play, besides you have not had your initiation ceremony for joining our school. ' Josie replied. Quickly Josie and Lisa removed a shoe each and then removed a sock each and threw them to one side. Josie had hold of one ankle while Lisa held the other. She noticed that she felt excited and a little bit aroused by holding this good looking girls ankle. Then with a nod of her head they both started tickling the soles of Catherine's feet who started wriggling and bucking but could not help but start laughing. Catherine was giggling helpless under their tickling but imploring them. ' Please. please stop I can't take anymore '. After this had gone on for several minutes. Suddenly they were interrupted by Matt's familiar voice. ' O aye what's going on here then? ' as all three boys walked down the bank into the hollow. Josie wondered if the boys had been watching for a moment or two and whether they were aroused as she was by the jiggling of Catherine's tits. Catherine quickly spoke. ' Matt, Joe, Luke please help me they are tormenting me. Make them let me go. ' Joe responded ' That's funny you are laughing your head off. You girls seem to be enjoying yourselves. Anyway its not really our job to interfere in girls business. ' Josie addressed the boys while giving them a knowing wink, ' We are just initiating Catherine into our girls group. You have just arrived as we were moving to stage two. In fact you can help us out by holding her legs so that she can be fully initiated today. She was surprised given his previous reluctance that it was Luke who spoke next. ' Come on guys lets help out we will be doing Cath a favour. The sooner she is initiated the quicker she will be accepted by everybody at school.' So thought Josie he really does fancy this new girl but he was not going to help defend her such was his desire to see her bare above the waist. ' No No please I don't want to be in their girls group. Please just let me go I wont tell anybody what you have done. ' pleaded Catherine. ' Oh I see suppose you think you are too good to be in our girls group. This is also disrespectful of our whole class' Mary fairly spat out with some venom. ' Come on Cath we all like you but we cannot let you disrespect our class. After all you have only been here a few months. ' Matt spoke with some conviction. Josie noticed how all three boys grinned to each other and was confident that all of their conversations with the boys had proved worthwhile. The boys Matt and Joe now took a leg each and Luke replaced Mary in holding Catherine's arms above her head. Lisa noticed that Matt and Joe had spread Catherine's legs further apart and she was sure that they were looking up her skirt peeking at her knickers by the smirks on both their faces. Josie, Mary and Lisa were now free to concentrate on their helpless victim. Catherine continued to plead to be let go but her hazel eyes looked more alarmed now that there were six of her classmates there and any chance of flight was hopeless. ' What are you going to do? You have no right to treat me this way. ' ' Yes we do you are the new girl here we give the orders and decide what happens. ' Josie had been dieing to say that since Catherine had joined their school. There was a bush in the hollow covered with leaves and Mary was breaking six branches off. While Lisa took her phone out and started taking photo's. ' We will need these for the class photo album ' Josie then instructed Matt and Joe to start tickling the soles of Catherine's bare feet again. Straight away the girl started wriggling and giggling again and pleading for them to stop. Josie let this carry on for a few minutes until Catherine shouted, ' Please stop or you will make me wet myself. ' Although the thought of this girl wetting herself in front of all of them appealed to Josie she had other plans for her first and stopped the boys tickling her feet. ' She is so loud lets stop her noise . ' Mary then promptly undid Catherine's tie and despite the girls protests placed it across her mouth and tied it around the back of her head so that it acted as a gag. ' O K , Josie said, ' Lets start the tickling process part two. What part of the body should we choose now? ' She delighted in the alarmed look on the victims face as Catherine kept shaking her head. ' Sorry Cath I can't hear what your saying so I better choose heh? ' Josie sat down next to Catherine and started undoing the buttons on her blouse starting from the top. Catherine started struggling frantically but this would not help her as she was held fast. Josie found the fear in her eyes a real turn on. She slowly and methodically undid each button building up the suspense and enjoying every moment. When she got to the bottom she pulled the part of Catherine's blouse tucked in her skirt out and undid the remaining buttons. All she could hear from Catherine was a mumbling noise because of the gag. Josie pulled her blouse fully apart revealing the girls pristine white lacy bra. Her nipples were covered by the bra but the ample top of her breasts were on show. ' O don't make such a fuss Cath I am sure that you have been on a beach in a bikini.' Mary handed Josie one of the leaf covered branches and one each for Matt and Joe. Then Josie stood up and started tickling under Catherine's neck with the leaves and moving every other tickle across the top of her barely exposed breasts. Meanwhile Mary was brushing the leaves across Catherine's stomach in a tickling but sensuous way getting closer each time to the top of her skirt waist band and then back again. Both girls noticed how pale and unblemished the new girls skin was. The two boys with the branches Matt and Joe each started using the leaved branches on Catherine's legs, moving them up and down and causing her legs to move. Now Catherine was being stimulated across a wider part of her body and this seemed more of a stimulation than just mere tickling. Josie looked down at the boys and saw that Joe was using the branch up under Catherine's skirt rubbing it up her inner thigh. ' Heh watch out Cath, Joe is looking up your skirt and sticking something up there.' All of the girls laughed. New Girl put In her Place Part 2. Catherine was held down flat on her back. Six of her classmates had ambushed her on her way home. Luke had her arms pinned above her head. She could not complain or ask for help because her school tie was being used in her mouth as a gag. Matt and Joe had hold of a leg each and her shoes and socks had been removed. But worst of all Josie had unbuttoned her white blouse and opened it fully so that all of the girls and boys could see her white lacy bra. If this was not bad enough Lisa was taking photo's of the whole situation. While she was held in this helpless position the others were tickling and attempting to stimulate her by slowly using the leaf covered branches Mary had broken off a nearby bush. Josie was focusing on her neck but kept flicking down to the top of Catherine's breasts which she had to admit to herself made her feel a bit strange. Mary was paying attention to her stomach and wandering down to the top of the waistband of her skirt. But the most alarming situation was what Matt and Joe were doing, they had hold of her ankles and had pulled her legs as far apart as her skirt would allow. She was sure that they could see up her skirt and were looking at her knickers. Matt was moving his branch up and down her leg up to her knee and tickling her feet. But Joe had moved his branch up under her skirt and was rubbing the leaves on her inner right thigh and this had gone as far as some leaves touching her most private intimate part on the outside of her knickers. Catherine could feel her cheeks burning and was sure that her face was now bright red. Josie looked down on her helpless victim with growing satisfaction. She could tell that the boys were getting increasingly aroused but she was a bit puzzled that she was getting a bit wet herself, she had never previously been attracted to another girl. It was now time to proceed with her plan. Josie spoke to the group of classmates. ' Lets turn her over and make sure that we do her back ' Firstly they moved Catherine onto her right side. Josie sat down and undid the button on the cuff of her blouse on her left arm. Catherine was shaking her head again and mumbling into her gag. Josie pulled the sleeve down over Catherine's arm. They then turned her over onto her left side where Mary undid her right arm cuff and pulled her sleeve down over her arm and removed her blouse completely and threw it to one side on the pile of mounting clothes they were removing from her. Josie was loving the power she now had over this beautiful classmate who now was just in her bra,knickers and skirt. Catherine was getting increasingly frantic but was glad when they placed her front down and they were looking at her back and skirt covered bum instead of her just in her bra above the waist . They started touching her with the leafed branches again and Luke again held her arms above her head while Catherine's was facing down into the grass. Josie and Mary started with the branches on her back, tickling and moving them up and down her back. Any hope that Catherine felt about being face down did not last long. Matt and Joe had spread her legs as wide as her skirt would allow again. Matt was now pushing his leaved branch under her skirt and rubbing it against her thigh, while Joe continued to do the same on her other thigh. The leaves sometimes touching her privates over her pants was giving her a strange slight tingly feeling down there. As Josie was concentrating on Catherine's back and was closest to her head she noticed a slight difference in the girls breathing. She was waiting to build up to the next moment in her tormenting of this girl which she knew would take things to the completion of her plan. She knelt down and said to everybody present. ' I can't do her upper back properly because that stupid strap is in the way.' With this Josie promptly unclipped Catherine's bra strap and pulled her bra down to her elbows. Straight away Catherine felt her bare breasts against the grass. There was further mumbling noises from a gagged Catherine and the girl made a renewed attempt to struggle free but she was securely held fast. Josie looked at the three boys and all seemed to have something of a bulge developing in their groin area. Lisa was still taking photo's and was getting ready to record a video on her phone and Mary's face was a picture of delight. Josie continued to rub and tickle Catherine's back for a few more minutes before saying what Catherine was dreading. 'O k everybody lets turn her back over. During the process of turning Catherine onto her back again her breasts were now visible and Josie hooked her bra completely off with the leafed branch and threw it on the ever increasing pile of clothes that they had removed from this stunning looking girl. Mary replaced Luke in holding Catherine's arms out stretched above her head ensuring that her bare breasts were fully exposed. All eyes were focused on her naked boobs and everybody was looking at her pink nipples, which Josie noticed were a little bit raised. Josie looked directly into Catherine's eyes and saw the defeated look in the girls expression and frustration of being gagged. ' Wow lovely tits Cath. What do you think boys? Make sure Lisa you get this all on video now.' In changing places with Luke, Mary had given him the leafed branch that she had been tickling and stimulating this girl with. Josie moved back to Catherine's breasts and began rubbing the leaves around her left nipple. Seeing this Luke followed her lead and began doing the same to her right nipple and breast. They continued this for several minutes and noticed that her nipples were hardening and becoming more erect. Catherine's breathing had become shallower and quicker and she could not help but start to become aroused. Both Josie and Luke continued to focus on Catherine's now increasingly enlarging nipples and it was noticeable that their classmate was no longer shaking her head but was making some very low kind of whimpering noise. Luke was focused totally on her right breast and nipple when he put down the branch and started fondling Catherine's breast with his hand and playing with her nipple between two fingers. This was now going much further than Josie and the girls had planned. Josie looked at Catherine but she was not shaking her head frantically and protesting into her gag anymore, but had her eyes closed and her breathing had quickened again. She was also pretty certain that Luke had never even touched a girls breast before. Neither had Josie but she now put her branch down and copied Luke and starting feeling Catherine's left breast, suddenly she was squeezing this girls much larger breast than her own and tugging at her nipple. Josie was now quite wet and was beginning to wonder if she really did have lesbian tendencies but she was also excited by watching what Luke was doing with Catherine's other breast and kept glancing at his groin where an obvious bulge could be seen and thought how much she would like to see his cock and balls, especially when erect. Matt and Joe had continued to use their leafed branches on Catherine's inner thighs but were limited because they could only have the movement in respect of how far her skirt would allow them to spread her legs. When they saw Josie and Luke now using their hands on Catherine's boobs and nipples they felt emboldened themselves . Initially they both put their branches down and Joe pulled her bare legs closer together to be able to hold them on his own. Matt moved up to the waistband of Catherine's skirt and undid the button on the side of her skirt and then pulled down the zip at the side loosening it. He then proceeded to put his hands inside the waistband and started pulling her skirt down. Her white lacy knickers started coming into view and Josie glanced down and noticed that Catherine had been wearing a matching bra and pants set. Matt continued to slowly pull down Catherine's skirt he was being quite careful as he did not want to be responsible for pulling her knickers off by accident. Though he thought to himself he really wanted to see this girls most intimate sexual area, to view her vagina and examine it as closely as possible. He eased the skirt down over her knickers which were clearly now on show and when it got to her knees Joe pulled her skirt down over her feet and threw it onto the increasing pile of clothes. Matt returned to holding Catherine's left ankle and at a glance to Joe they pulled her legs as far apart as they would go. Both boys then started to take it in turns to tickle and stimulate her crutch area with their leafed branches, wanting to stimulate the center of her sex. Mary was delighted , ' Yes boys that's what I call tickling a girls fancy. ' Lisa was now filming everything on her phone and like everybody else was getting increasingly excited. Catherine had only ever pleasured herself in the privacy of her own locked bedroom, by touching her nipples and playing with her own clitoris and thinking of a boy she quite fancied at school. Her problem now was that the boy she fancied at school was Luke who was playing with her right breast and nipple and that crazy girl Josie was playing with the other. Catherine was not wanting to be handled this way when she had been ambushed by her fellow pupils, she had fought and protested but they had ignored her and her complaints. But now she was no longer fighting, her nipples were rock hard and she had never felt them so stimulated . Her pussy was now really wet and the two boys flicking the branches where only making it worse, though Catherine knew by her bodies response that she was finding this so hot and wondered if she had some kind of sexual perversion as she could hear herself increasingly breathing quicker and uttering noises of pleasure through her gag. In fact when her skirt had been removed instead of becoming frantic that she was exposed in only her knickers in the open before everybody her first thought was whether anybody would notice that her knickers were wet with her excitement. Her body loved the on going attention her vagina was having. Josie knew that she was loosing control of the situation and that things had gone much further than she had planned. When she glanced down again Joe was using the other end of his branch without the leaves and was pushing at Catherine's knickers trying to outline her labia through her pants. Josie was glad she was wearing trousers as her own knickers were quite wet she was that turned on. She found the noises coming from Catherine so hot or was it the power they now exercised over the best looking girl in their year at school. Josie knew what she had to do to take back control of the situation or was it just what she wanted to do anyway? She stopped playing with Catherine's left tit and moved down to her knickers and spotted that Luke started playing now with both of Catherine's boobs and was toying with both her nipples and the noises Catherine was making were getting louder. Josie spoke to the whole group. ' Right its time to move to stage three of Cath's initiation.' Josie instructed Matt and Joe to put Catherine's legs together while she placed her hand at the back of Catherine's knickers and started to pull them down over her bum. Mary was virtually beside herself. ' Awesome go Josie lets all have a good look at her cunny. Lets see all that she's got.' Josie looked back at Catherine's face she was not protesting but seemed lost in the pleasure she was experiencing and her eyes were still closed. Josie liked the smooth feel of the skin on the girls bum and as she pulled on her knickers at the back the girls neatly trimmed small amount of black pubic hair came into show at the front. Once she had removed them from the back Josie slipped her hand into the front and pulled them down. Matt and Joe quickly grabbed Catherine's knickers pulled them down her legs and threw them to one side. They could not wait to open her legs and exam her vulva as fully as possible. Josie reached down and spread Catherine's lips open so that the boys could see right up her and the open entrance to her vagina. Lisa was filming this as up close as she could getting every detail in. It was so apparent to Josie that Catherine was really wet and she just could not resist commenting. ' Heh everybody Miss prim and proper is really wet our Cath's enjoying her initiation. Mary you might as well remove that gag so she can let it all out.' Mary removed the tie from Catherine's mouth after undoing it from the back of her neck. Catherine was immersed in her own pleasure after all the ongoing stimulation which was only increasing in intensity. She knew here knickers had gone west as she felt the hot sun on her most private parts. Normally she would have been horrified just of the thought of anybody seeing her vagina, let alone having it examined and opened up for an intimate inspection when it was soaking wet. Josie moved to flick her victims clitoris and the girl responded straight away with a louder groan than any previous. Josie was loving this now and set to work on playing with Catherine's clitoris. Catherine was now having her breasts and nipples played with by Luke. Josie was focusing on stimulating her clitoris which was driving her crazy. While Matt and Joe had reverted to tickling and stimulating her sex below her clitoris with the leafed branches. She had never made such a noise when she had masturbated in the privacy of her own room even when she was cumming. Josie was building up to making this stunning looking naked classmate into cumming in front of all of them, with it all recorded on film and photographed . She would never lord it over her and her mates ever again. But Josie knew if she timed everything just right Catherine would be begging for release . So just when it appeared that Catherine was about to explode she shouted stop and everybody did as they were told. Since removing Catherine's knickers and playing with her clitoris Josie had reasserted her control of the group. ' No No please don't stop please I beg you. ' Catherine pleaded when such intense pleasure was suddenly cut off when she was so close to the most intense sexual explosion of her young life. Josie was delighted as all of this was being filmed and future reference would show that Catherine wanted this. ' O k do we think that Catherine's been a good girl and played her part and deserves a reward. ' Everybody agreed that she did but Josie knew that they all wanted to carry on playing with the most intimate parts of this good looking girls naked body. Luke went back to his heaven of playing with Catherine's tits. Then she got down to playing with the girls ever so sensitive clit. Lisa had collected one of the empty coke bottles and handed it to Matt who started rubbing the neck of the bottle on her labia. As Catherine quickly got back up to intense pleasure within a few minutes, Matt lined the neck of the coke bottle up against the opening of her vagina and everybody hear'd her gasp as he slowly began to insert the neck inside her. Catherine was frantic for release now and thrust with her hips back down on the neck of the bottle and was shouting out loud, ' Yes, Yes please yes. ' Josie tried to make her movements on her clitoris match the girls thrusts onto the neck of the bottle. After a few minutes there was a loud shriek and Catherine experienced and immense orgasm or two, Josie was not sure which as the girls bodied shuddered and started to go limp but it was noticeable how much of her love juices flowed down the bottle. Everybody's mind was blown nobody there had ever experienced such a charged sexual situation before at their tender age. Josie looked down at the spent naked girl and knew with the evidence they had she was so much going to turn this girl into her pet plaything. New Girl put In her Place Part 3 After Catherine's orgasm in front of everybody and the sexually charged nature of what had just occurred it was almost as though people were slightly shell shocked. Mary still had Catherine's arms held above her head and Matt and Joe still had her legs spread wide apart staring at her vagina. Though Matt had now removed the neck of the coke bottle from inside her. He had never ever seen a girl cum before and he had been taken aback when this very prim and proper girl had started thrusting down on the neck of the bottle in her desperation to come to climax. Josie looked down along Catherine's still totally naked body and really liked what she saw. Luke had stopped playing with her tits. Given that prior to the arranging of this event he had been adamant that Catherine would only be stripped above the waist he had certainly got carried away himself with how events had progressed. Josie caught his eye and he blushed and looked quite sheepish she smiled to herself. It was Mary that broke the spell by talking first. ' That was so cool the most cool thing I have ever seen. Well Cath that was some ending. Go girl I never thought you would be like that. What a sex machine. ' Mary who had disliked Catherine seemed in awe of the girls more mature naked body and the force and violence of the girls orgasm. Josie liked seeing this girl totally naked but had loved the control playing with Catherine's clitoris had given her and the phenomenal impact stimulating it had provoked in the girl. She felt that she wanted to play with Catherine's clitoris for hours on end and keep her naked as much as possible. Catherine's breathing had still not returned back to normal and she seemed to be in some other secret world of her own. It was Joe that spoke next. ' Lets take her clothes and leave her here naked. Anybody that comes along can have a good look. Then when she tries to walk home people can see her as well, totally bare arsed naked. ' Josie quickly put a stop to this suggestion and there was no enthusiasm from the rest of the group for this course of action. Josie guessed that except for Joe they were all feeling a little bit guilty for things getting a little out of hand. Anyway for the long term plan that was now formulating in Josie's mind the afternoons events needed to stay a secret between all of them. So she moved to the top of Catherine's body and started speaking to her gently and stroking her long black hair. Firstly she told her how she had passed her initiation with flying colours and that now she would be protected by herself and Mary and Lisa. Catherine's doe like eyes were wide open now and fixated on Josie's face and she was intently listening to her every word. Josie explained that it was important for the initiation event to stay a secret between all the participants. She reminded Catherine that Lisa had filmed and photographed every bit of what had occurred in close up detail and it would be a shame if this got into the wrong hands and the whole school got to see everything. Catherine was coming back to her senses and responded to Josie. ' Please. please do not let anybody else see any of this. ' Josie continued to stroke Catherine's hair gently and focused while speaking directly on the girls face and looked her straight in the eye before responding. ' Of course not Cath I will look after you as long as you trust me and follow my every command. The boys are thinking of leaving you here naked. But if we agree that you will obey me I will ensure that you can get dressed and myself and my friends will escort you home safely'. Josie had ensured that Catherine was still held fast was totally naked and spread eagle'd for maximum exposure. She noticed that Luke had joined the other two boys and was staring with a broad grin at the girls slit which he seemed fascinated by. ' Please don't let them leave me here naked. ' Catherine did not really trust this strange girl but what choice did she have. She could not be left here butt naked and it was bad enough concerning what had happened already without it being shared with the rest of the school via being placed on the internet. It was strange the way that Josie was stroking her hair but then this strange girl had played with her breast and nipple and had driven her wild with playing with her clitoris. Josie responded to Catherine's pleas. ' Its O K baby just promise you wont mention your initiation to anybody.' Catherine was happy to respond. ' I promise . ' ' Good girl but you have to say. I promise Josie that I will not mention my initiation to a living soul. ' Catherine uttered the words that Josie insisted she say. This brought a big smile on Josie's face as she continued to gently stroke the naked girls hair. Luke felt a pang of jealousy , what would he give to be the main person talking to this girl who he was massively attracted too. Josie got all of the others to promise as well that they would not mention the initiation. But this was easy as they did not want anybody to find out what they had done to the most attractive girl in their class and one of the best looking girls in their year at school. Josie insisted that they were all witnesses to each others promise and particularly to Catherine's promise. She made it clear to Catherine that if she broke her promise then everything Lisa had shot and recorded would be posted across the internet. Catherine emphasized in her response that she would never break her promise. ' I would never break my promise Josie, please can I have my clothes back now .' Now that her climax had begun to recede Catherine was very aware that she was totally naked and still displaying the most intimate parts of her body. She needed to be calculating and get her clothes back so that nobody else saw her totally nude. ' Well Cath I can only help you if you agree from now on to obey my every command. O K baby, also I want a gift from you and then I will let you get dressed. Also I want your phone number so that I can contact you and make sure that you are safe. ' Catherine was not comfortable with this but what choice did she have . How else could she get out of her current predicament. Josie saw a slight delay in Catherine's response and quickly tugged each of Catherine's nipples and by the girls immediate response they were still quite sensitive. ' Yes, yes I will obey you. ' Catherine was concerned that they would all start playing with her over again. Though she wondered would she start enjoying that. Catherine gave Josie her phone number and Josie telephoned the number given. She was content when she could hear a ring tone coming from the girls rucksack. Josie glanced at Lisa and was very much aware that her friend was still recording all of this. Thus Catherine's promises would all be recorded and she could be held to account if she broke any of them. ' O. K now I need a present from you Cath. You know what I want Cath ? ' No Josie no I do not. ' ' I want your knickers Cath . Will you give me your knickers baby. ' Catherine was alarmed that this strange tomboy girl was asking for her knickers. But she was currently powerless and new that Josie could take them anyway and the rest of her clothes. She desperately needed her clothes back so she agreed. ' Yes Josie you can have my knickers and keep them. ' ' O thanks baby you are so kind. ' Josie wondered what any of the boys would do if they could have Catherine's knickers. ' Well baby now to get the rest of your clothes back and have my protection you have to make your pledge to obey my every command. Do you understand Cath. ' Yes I understand Josie. ' Josie had moved from Catherine's breasts down to her crutch where the three boys were still getting a full eyeful. She explained to Catherine that she had to copy the exact words of the pledge and repeat every word after her. Once she was sure that Catherine understood she started. ' Dear Mistress Josie I promise to obey your every command at all times and in whatever circumstances your obedient pet baby Catherine. ' Catherine baulked at repeating these words. They were ridiculous and she was not happy to be anyone's pet or baby. Josie saw the girls reluctance and grabbed her neatly trimmed black pubes and tugged her body hair upwards. Catherine gasped. Mary laughed, ' O dear Cath she has got you by the short and curlies. ' Josie then flicked a finger across Catherine's clitoris and the girl jumped, so it was still mega sensitive. For sheer devilment. Josie pulled Catherine's labia apart again so that Luke could have a full view of the girls open vagina. Luke's face was a perfect picture. ' Well Cath what is it going to be . Shall we take your clothes and leave you here naked? ' Josie was banking on Catherine being horrified by this and the girls face said that she was. Although the words were stupid Catherine thought to herself that she had to get out of this situation and convinced herself that she could always go back on her words at a later date. Therefore she uttered the words. ' Dear Mistress Josie I promise to obey your every command at all times and in whatever circumstances your obedient pet baby Catherine. ' ' There baby that was not so difficult was it.' Josie ordered Catherine to be let go and the girl got to her feet and straight away covered her breasts with one hand and arm and placed her other hand in front of her vagina. Josie had already determined to make it difficult for this girl to get dressed without constantly exposing herself. The group of pupils formed a ring around Catherine while Josie collected her clothes. The first thing she did was pocket her gift placing Catherine's knickers in her own trouser pocket. Josie then joined the others surrounding Catherine. She stood behind her as she wanted to have a good look at the girls shapely bum which she had not seen enough of as they had placed her on her back most of the time. Josie handed Catherine one sock knowing that to put it on Catherine had to expose her breasts and vagina again. Josie noticed that Catherine gave her a dirty look but did not dare say anything. Then she handed her the other sock. She so wanted this girl exposed for as long as possible in front of the others. Next she gave her one shoe at a time. Again Catherine had to expose herself each time she put a shoe on. Eventually Josie had to hand over her bra. This was followed by her blouse but Josie had ensured that her pussy and lovely bum were exposed for as long as possible. At last Catherine was given her skirt and the boys looked visibly disappointed. Throughout Lisa with a broad grin had continued filming. She just knew that this was priceless. Once Catherine was dressed and had her rucksack and blazer back again. Josie, Lisa and Mary stated that they were accompanying her to her home. Catherine would have loved not to take them to where she lived but knew that she had no choice. The boys drifted away and then Josie spoke. ' Come on baby pet Cath lets get going. ' New Girl put In her Place Part 4 Josie and her friends Mary and Lisa were accompanying Catherine to her house. Josie thanks to all of Lisa's photo and recording work now had plenty of evidence to take total control of this girl their beautiful classmate. They had her phone number and soon they would know exactly where she lived. Josie was determined that there would be no escape for Catherine now that she and her friends had regained the upper hand. Knowing where Catherine lived would be the icing on the cake for what had been a very successful day beyond her wildest dreams. Catherine for her part had not wanted this strange group of girls to be her friends let alone know where she lived but she had no choice, unless she had wanted to walk home totally naked. Mary could not help having some more fun at Catherine's expense. ' Heh Cath I bet its great going commando. You probably need some air round that wet pussy . Cool it down a bit. ' Catherine was annoyed at this but new she could not afford to provoke any of these girls with the sexually explicit material they had collected on her that afternoon. She new she had to play for time and try and figure how to get out of this predicament. She wanted to say something witty but could think of nothing. It was Josie who replied. ' O leave her alone stop fooling with her. After all pet baby gave her knickers to me as a present. ' This annoyed Catherine even more how long was this pet baby nonsense going to go on for. She decided to stay silent. This was not an option Josie was determined for her to speak. ' Pet baby it would be nice of you to thank me for standing up for you I said I would but you must obey my every command. Otherwise I may let Lisa post all of those interesting shots. ' Catherine was forced to reply. ' Thank you Josie. ' ' No no pet baby that is so wrong. You mean Mistress Josie. ' While Josie said this Lisa waved her phone in Catherine's face and said. ' Should I press send' ' No please don't. Thank you Mistress Josie ' Josie was just loving the power she was beginning to exercise over Catherine. She would now be back in charge at school with the bonus of controlling this girl and controlling all her classmates via her control of Catherine. Eventually they got to Catherine's house and watched her go in. Catherine was so glad to escape these girls company. Josie, Mary and Lisa kept looking at the house from a discrete distance for over ten minutes just in case she had gone to a friends to fool them. After all she was an A grade student but they left after they were convinced that this was Catherine's home. Later that night Lisa forwarded all the photographs and filming of Catherine's initiation. Josie watched it all in the privacy of her own bedroom and masturbated to several of the images. The next day a Saturday off from school the three girls met and discussed all their material. Lisa had also in filming Catherine had plenty of photo's and filming of the boys and their actions. Lisa had lingered on the boys groin area's and bulges were apparent under their trousers. All three girls decided that they had material if required to possibly blackmail the boys in future if they wanted too. But their main focus was their new toy, pet baby Catherine. Josie lived only with her mum who was a nurse who had medical equipment at home. Next weekend her mother was going away from the Friday to the Sunday evening. A plan was formulating in Josie's mind which she shared with her two friends. They all thought it was a great idea and would be such terrific fun. They wondered how they would get through the week at school they were so excited about what they planned for the next weekend. Catherine had to summon up all her courage to go back into school the following Monday. After all last Friday on the way home she had been ambushed by six of her classmates and been stripped totally naked. Yet under their stimulation her body had become aroused more than she had ever experienced before. This had resulted in her having a massive orgasm. She had spent part of the weekend wondering if she had some kind of sexual perversion. Surely if she hated what had happened totally she would not have got wet and eventually cum. Although she was mature for her age both physically and mentally these were perplexing questions for somebody who was only 14 years of age. Yet Catherine was determined not to be driven out of her new school and she was going to look her immaculate best on returning to school after the weekend which had given her a gap of two days to get over Friday's ordeal. Catherine paid particular attention to brushing her long black hair ensuring that it would look its best. She dressed in her usual white blouse, school tie, blue skirt, white socks and flat black shoes Catherine's first two days back at school were unpleasant but not as bad as she had imagined. The three boys that had been present at her stripping had different responses to her. She blushed when she saw them knowing that they had seen her totally exposed. Joe was the worst constantly grinning at her. Matt appeared confused and overwhelmed after the incident with the coke bottle and did not know how to respond to her anymore. Luke who Catherine had really liked seemed upset about his role in her stripping and somewhat sorry. Yet she could not forget how turned on she had got when he was fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples. Catherine was more worried about the strange tomboy girl Josie and her two friends Mary and Lisa. She had guessed by know that it was Josie who had planned her initiation and the form that it would take. Yet in class and formal situations around school all three girls were fine to her and more friendly than ever before. She found it a bit strange that Josie started winking at her each morning. Given what had happened last Friday this made Catherine blush as well. Except for the blushing in front of the boys every time she caught theirs eyes upon her, the most difficult part of the week back in school after the weekend was the rest breaks between lessons such as lunchtime . Josie , Mary and Lisa insisted that she spend all of her break times now with them. Catherine found all three girls quite strange as they all seemed very much tomboys and never wore skirts ,all three wearing the alternative school regulation trousers . Yet the most annoying part of these free periods when the four of them were alone was Josie continuing to insist when Catherine spoke to her that she address her as Mistress Josie. Josie watched Catherine very closely these first days back at school after her stripping. She saw that the girl was almost treading on egg shells around her and her two friends to ensure that she did not upset them in anyway. Josie was just loving the way Catherine had to call her Mistress and she could see that this girl resented having to do so, though she knew she had no option. Outside of the classroom and the presence of teachers Josie only referred to Catherine when speaking to her as pet baby and got Mary and Lisa to do the same. This they both did to their great amusement. The look in Catherine's eyes of anger were a pure picture, though the girl to her credit did not say anything. Josie was finding getting Catherine to obey here when this attractive girl did not really want to quite exciting and loved the feeling of power this gave her.

Community Theater byrd75000© Chapter 1: Auditions I felt it as soon as I saw the article in the weekly local newspaper. It wasn't exactly a lump in the throat, more like butterflies in the tummy. Well, warm butterflies anyway that slowly spread through my whole body. And not really starting in my tummy, maybe just a little lower. The article was just a short announcement that a nearby community theater was holding auditions the next week for their fall musical. I had been in a few plays in high school but hadn't really considering trying out for something this year. After all, I had just transferred to a different college and was getting ready to start my sophomore year in a new town and in my own apartment, far from family and friends. But as soon as I saw that article, I knew I'd have to audition. The play was "Gypsy," and not only had that been one of my favorite musicals growing up, but it played right into one of my favorite fantasies...imagining I was a stripper! I love dressing in a sexy outfit and then standing in front of a mirror in my room and bumping and grinding as I take off my clothes. As I read through the article, it suddenly occurred to me that this could be the perfect way to live out that fantasy. The notice said that auditions would be held next Monday with callbacks later in the week, in a town about ten miles from campus. There would then be a month of rehearsals, three weekends of performances, with everything over before Thanksgiving. Perfect, I thought. No one will know me and the chances of anyone from college hearing about it were pretty slim. And without any real friends in town, I knew I'd have plenty of free time. And I also knew exactly the part I wanted: Louise the little girl who becomes Gypsy Rose Lee. That way, I would get to sing Let Me Entertain You while taking off my clothes in front of hundreds of strangers.  The next Monday all I could think about was the audition. Yes, I was very nervous but that never stops me. When it comes to auditioning, I don't look at the people because that makes me more nervous, so I just pretend that there is a wall in front of me. That helps me a lot. Of course there's the saying "if you get nervous, picture the audience naked," but in this case I had a different picture in mind – the audience imagining me naked! But I tried not to think about that. The audition didn't start that well since everyone else seemed to know each other and were standing and chatting. A few people politely introduced themselves but then went back to talking with their friends. Finally, the assistant director came by to ask a few questions.  "Name?" "Nikki Morales" Hi Nikki, where are you from?" I explained that I was just starting my sophomore year at the nearby college, and then answered some other basic questions, including the role or roles I was auditioning for. When I said "Louise," he looked up from his clipboard briefly, then flipped through a couple of sheets of paper and said, "ah, then I have a couple of extra questions." The questions seemed a little surprising: age (19), height (5 foot 7), weight (128 pounds, I answered, giving myself the benefit of a couple of future workouts at the gym), and measurements (I hesitated just a minute before saying 34-24-35).  "And cup size?" he added, just a little awkwardly. Without thinking, I almost gave the answer I've given to almost every guy who's asked me that, namely, "none of your business," but remembered how much I really wanted this part. "Um, B cup, 34B." "And," he said as he jotted down a few last notes, "I see you're a brunette with brown eyes. I guess that's all I need for now," and he moved on to the next girl. When my turn came, I sang the song I had been practicing, spent a few minutes with the choreographer going over some basic dance routines, and then was given four or five pages containing lines to practice for each of the lead roles in case I got a call back. I flipped through it on my way to the car and was a little surprised to see that the lines for Louise were not a scene with another actor. Instead they were a monologue that she delivers to the audience in the middle of her big strip scene. Hmmm, I thought, I really hope I make this first cut. I got an email the next night inviting me back on Thursday. I was totally excited until I got there and saw my competition. Two other girls had also been asked back to read for Louise. I recognized one as Jennifer, the girl who had introduced herself to me the other night. She had grown up in the town, gone away to college, and had just moved home after graduation. Everyone from the theater group seemed to know her, and I heard someone say that she had been in five of their productions in the past. Not a good sign for me, the new kid in town. And my heart sunk further when I heard the other girl, Samantha, sing a bit. She had a beautiful, professionally trained voice that seemed significantly better than anyone else's I had heard at Monday's auditions. I had worn a cute skirt and top, and just before getting called in to read my lines, I totally focused on my fantasy of stripping in public. I could feel the energy flowing and the butterflies starting. As I entered the other room, the director got up from the table and introduced himself, and then went around and introduced the three women with him as the music director, the producer, and someone he referred to as the president of the board. Just my luck, I thought – only one guy in the group! But it was too late to change my plans now, so I launched into the lines we'd been asked to deliver, the speech that Gypsy delivers to the audience.  "Some man accused me of being an ecdysiast. Do you know what that means? Do you? Do you? Oh, you do! Aha! He's embarrassed! Don't be embarrassed...I like men without hair! An ecdysiast is one who, or that which, sheds its skin. In vulgar parlance: a stripper. But I'm not a stripper! At these prices, I'm an ecdysiast." As I delivered the speech, I slowly unbuttoned my top and untucked it from skirt, giving the group a peek at my best lacy bra and just a glimpse of my bare tummy. I finished with a little flourish, raising my arms with my hands outstretched so my shirt pulled a little further apart. The polite silence that followed, with a brief, "thank you, Ms. Morales, you can take a seat outside" suddenly sapped all of my confidence. I awkwardly buttoned up and left the room, feeling I had totally blown the audition. I was in no mood to talk to anyone, so I pulled out one of my textbooks and started to read. I didn't want this to be a complete waste of an evening, I thought. I sat there for about a half hour while they auditioned some guys for Herbie, the male lead, and then the two finalists for Mama Rose, which is the real starring role in the play. They appeared to quickly settle on their choices for Rose and Herbie but then huddled together in the audition room talking in hushed tones but in obvious disagreement with one another. Finally, after a few minutes, the president broke away from the others and came over to me. Putting her arm around my shoulder, she said "Nikki, let's find a quiet place talk." We went down a hallway and into an empty room, turned on the light, and sat down. "Why don't you pull up a chair down, dear? I need to have a little heart to heart with you."  "I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, which sometimes can be a mistake. But I think you're a big girl and can handle this. So, let's be frank. Do you know what the board of directors do in a community theater," she asked. I had to confess that I really had no idea other than show up at some rehearsals and that the president usually welcomes people at the start of each performance.  She chuckled and said, "Well, yes, that's all true, and as the president I will be there every night." But I'm also responsible for making sure the theater stays in business, that we raise enough money and earn enough from our performances to cover our costs and have a little in reserve so we can plan for our next season. And I don't mind telling you that it gets harder every year to do that." "That's one of the reasons we chose to do Gypsy. It's a popular musical, it's got a good sized cast, which means that parents and relatives and friends buy tickets and show up. And it's also got a bit of sex in it. I mean, after all, it is about a stripper. And you've auditioned for the part of the stripper." I blushed a little and felt that same warm tingly feeling I had felt when I first read the audition notice. I wanted to look away, but my actress instincts told me to look at her right in the face. "I've advised the director and producer to be a little more, um, how should I say this, adventurous with this play, to try some things that aren't usually done and that may surprise the audience a bit. That should generate some buzz, some word of mouth, and some ticket sales. Maybe even some repeaters, people who will come to see the show two or three times. And that's where you come in." "Please don't take this the wrong way," she continued. "You have a decent singing voice and we could work with you on your dancing, but the other two girls who auditioned for Louise are a lot better singers and they've been with us in other productions. That always means a lot, because we don't like surprises, at least not unpleasant ones. So I need to be certain that I can count on you to stick with this, see it through to the end, and do whatever is asked of you." I nodded vigorously and said I would definitely do anything they wanted, that I could be here every evening and weekend to rehearse, and that it had always been a dream of mine to play Louise. She nodded and said that she could sense that during the audition. "But there was something else I noticed during the audition. To be blunt, you're prettier than the other girls, you appear to have a good figure, and you have great stage presence. And I want all three in our Louise." "Then I'm your girl. I promise I won't disappoint you." Even as I said that, I somehow knew that Lorraine hadn't quite finished with everything she had to say. "But there's something else, isn't there," I asked. She smiled, adding "And you're smart and perceptive, not bad qualities for an actress. Yes, there is something else. I've suggested, and the director has agreed, that we need to take Louise's strips a little farther than you usually see in a local production. " I could feel the blush spreading upward and the heat growing, and she must have sensed that. "Now, don't worry, we're going to ask you to appear naked on stage. This is a play about a real person, and Gypsy Rose Lee was always more about the tease than anything else. But usually when Louise does her big strip number and takes off her dress, she grabs the curtain and covers herself with it and that's the end of it. And that is never going to get people coming back night after night." "I know the other girls and they're not going to go any farther than that. But that's what we want our Louise to do, and that's why I've prevailed on the director and producer to allow me to offer the part to you." I practically jumped out of my chair and ran to hug her. "Oh Lorraine, that's wonderful. And yes, you can count on me." I thought of all the little fantasies I'd had over the years and about practicing my little striptease in my room and added, "You can count on me to do anything." Once again that brought a smile to her face. "Well, don't worry dear, I don't think things are as desperate as all that. But we will want to make sure you're wearing some skimpy little thing under your gowns, and we want to be sure the audience has a chance to see what you're wearing. We want the strip and the tease." I hugged her again, and we walked back into the main audition room where the director and producer were still waiting. "We have our Louise," Lorraine announced, and after sharing hugs with them all, I picked up a copy of the score and a copy of my lines and left for the evening. When I walked out to my car, there was a bit of a chill in the air, and I shivered slightly. But maybe it wasn't from the cold; maybe it was just a little bit of nervousness and excitement as I wondered just what had I gotten myself into. Chapter 2: Rehearsals We had four weeks of rehearsals leading into three weeks of performances with shows every Friday and Saturday night. In addition, there would be a preview on the first Thursday evening and a Sunday "family" matinee the second week. Eight performances and only a month to get ready, so I was kept busy pretty much five nights a week. Monday and Wednesday were the ensemble rehearsals, working on some of the group numbers in the first part of the play. Tuesdays and Thursday the main leads got together; we did readings, blocked out our scenes together, and worked on our songs. Saturday I spent several hours practicing with the music director (I guess my singing really wasn't all that strong), and the rest of the day discussing costume decisions with the director and doing some shopping with the designer. Occasionally Lorraine would drop by to get an update and offer her advice. The strip scene actually includes four strips and each one requires a separate gown. The first one is Louise's debut when she's asked at the last minute to fill in for the missing headliner. She's never done anything remotely like this, and Mama really pushes her into it. She's nervous and awkward and literally has to be directed (by a very loud offstage Mama) as she stumbles through the number. But by the end, she's realized she loves the attention and her confidence grows. This is followed by two quick strips, with only twenty or thirty seconds for costume changes between each. So, if you don't already have the dress off by the end of the strip, you have to get out of it and into the next costume in less than a half minute – no time to change anything else. The fourth strip is a big production number with ten chorus girls starting it off, which gives Louise – meaning, me – about a minute and a half to get into a new outfit. With the usual staging of this number, the actress can simply wear one set of "protective clothing" – with the budget of a community theater it's usually a bathing suit or leotard, which means that any unzipping during the strips can't go too far or the effect is spoiled. It also means no embarrassing moments backstage, since you have to do your costume changes in plain sight of everyone who's around. The final strip ends with Louise literally wrapping herself in one of the curtains as she peels off the dress, pulling it closed as she finishes singing. It's kind of a tradition that the actress then quickly parts the curtains to give the audience a final peek at her. With community theater productions, the audiences know they're going to see something that's less revealing than what you'd see at a beach or pool. And the director told me that in one local production, the extremely modest actress playing Louise had insisted on wearing a slip (her only concession being that it could be black). The disappointed sighs from the audience were audible even backstage. I began to understand why Lorraine had been so direct with me when I auditioned for the role. Lorraine had already made it clear we were going to give the audience more than just a brief glimpse of me in a bathing suit. But that left us with two things still to be determined – just what would I be wearing and how long would that "peek" last. The director thought we could play around a bit with the end of the final strip, but Lorraine kept asking what we could do to liven up the first three strips and implying that the final strip should go on a little longer than usual.  I spent two Saturday afternoons with Michelle, the costume designer, poking around stores that rented theatrical outfits in order to come up with the right gowns, something that showed my 34-24-35 figure off to best advantage. These afternoons were the best part of the month for me; I really felt sexy trying on the gowns and I could feel my butterflies fluttering every time I imagined stripping out of them on stage. I also got to buy my first pairs of opera gloves and, during one shopping trip to a lingerie shop with Lorraine and Michelle, I picked out some very special underwear.  It was just before that trip that we finally worked out exactly what I would be wearing under the dresses. Initially Michelle floated suggested that I strip down to a Brazilian bikini for the final number, thinking that would keep us safe from any local regulations and was probably what I would be most comfortable with. She seemed surprised when I told her I already owned a nice little one that I could wear if, as I said, "If that's as far as you want me to go." "Well, if you feel that way, we could consider some other possibilities," responded Michelle, with a little bit of a devilish grin. "I've been thinking that I'd have to alter some of the gowns we've picked to make sure the bra straps align with the dress straps and we'd still have to worry about what's going to show as soon as you start unzipping. But if you wear a backless strapless bra, I won't have to do a thing. It's a little more revealing when you're doing your quick changes backstage, but it would work for all four dresses." I'd never worn a bra like that and wanted to be sure it wouldn't fall off at the wrong time. "No worries about that," said Michelle. "They're self adhesive, and your breasts will be fully covered. But from the side or the back, it will look like you're not wearing anything up top." So, I ended up getting my first backless strapless bra, which is really nothing more than two bra cups joined together in the middle.  Lorraine had a few suggestions to make as well. As we were driving to the lingerie shop, she casually speculated, "You know, I think that quite a few members of our audience would appreciate seeing an attractive young woman like Nikki in a thong." Then, without giving me a chance to responded, she turned to Michelle and asked, "Would that work better with some of the dresses you've picked." Michelle was forced to agree it would, eliminating any concern about panty lines. "And it would also let everyone backstage see Nikki's butt when she changes dresses," added Michelle with a little bit of a giggle We all smiled as Lorraine continued, "Oh, I know Nikki's a total professional and can handle that." "And I have a couple of other ideas that could be a nice surprise for our audience," Lorraine continued. "But let's see what sort of things they can show us at the store." And that's how we decided that the first strip would be staged the way it always is, ending with nothing more than the drop of a shoulder strap. The second strip involved some funny dialog, which gave me the option of how far I wanted to go with the zipper, and third strip involved a very large hat (and another funny line), so we decided I could vary that depending on the response I was getting from the audience. The fourth strip would have me taking off the dress and popping out from behind the curtains at the very end to show off my bra and thong. Needless to say, I couldn't wait for opening night! I went through the blocking of the strips with the choreographer during the third week of rehearsals, and of course every night at home. But it wasn't until the final week before our debut that I actually ran through the number with the rest of the cast. Monday was a dress rehearsal of act one, Tuesday we did a run-through of act two, and then Wednesday we tried the entire play in full costume from start to finish. That was it; then we had a preview performance on Thursday night and the official opening on Friday.  Now I should mention that you almost always get to know the other members of the cast really well. There's a lot of down time, sitting around while other people read lines or practice their songs. And this was a really good group of people. In the first part of the show, there's a number with June and her Farmboys, a group of six teenage boys. And one of them, Tulsa, runs off with June at the end of Act One. Then there are seven girls (plus me) who make up Madame Rose's Toreadorables in Act Two. We were all getting to be good friends, sometimes stopping for a cup of coffee after rehearsal or bringing in a pizza to eat for dinner before getting started. On the Tuesday night run through of Act Two, I was going to perform my strips for the first time in front of my new group of friends. It was one thing to think about standing practically naked in front of an audience of strangers, but another to be taking it off in front of people I had seen practically every day for the last month. I was so nervous that I was unable to eat before coming to the theater that night and totally missed my entrance for the Toreadorable number. As I came offstage, I took a deep breath, thought about my character and decided if Louise could make the transformation, then so could I. We had to run through the timing of the dialog and the music for the first strip several times, each one ending with only a shoulder strap out of place as I left the stage. When we finally had it figured out, the director called out, "okay, let's see the second strip." Without thinking I unzipped the dress, stepped out of it and looked around for my next gown. It was nowhere to be found! I turned around and saw all six farmboys and seven Toreadorables standing there, staring at me. Or more precisely, staring at my butt, which was on display thanks to the thong I was wearing. And one of the girls, the one I had beaten out for the part of Louise, was holding my dress. I decided there was only one way to respond. I stayed totally in character, pushed up on the balls of my feet to accentuate the smooth curves of my ass, and paraded right past them to grab my dress. Turning around, I made sure to casually brush my boobs against Josh, the boy playing the part of Tulsa, and then stepped into the dress and back out onto stage. At the end of the next strip, the dress was already unzipped as I came off stage, so I simply let it fall to the ground. Looking around, I noticed that Jennifer and half of the girls had left, having had their little joke. The guys, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show. "Don't go yet, guys," I joked, "I'll be back in just a minute." The number ended with me standing behind the closed curtains, then quickly opening and closing them again, so the audience just sees me head on, whereas the guys backstage got another opportunity to stare. As I walked off stage, I heard one of them mutter "nice ass" and another wonder aloud "how does that bra stay on." I just smiled and said "thank you boys." The full dress rehearsal the next day had a few rough spots but no major problems. I still had my audience of farmboys backstage, and even got a round of applause from them this time. Thursday was our first public performance, a preview night where tickets were sold for lower prices. The theater was just about two thirds full but everything was flowing much more smoothly. Still, for the entire week, I hadn't performed the strips the way that Lorraine and Michelle and I had discussed them. In part, I think the director wanted to give me some time to get used to stripping in public, but we also wanted to have a surprise in store for opening night. Still, I was disappointed that when it came time for the curtain calls at the end, I got a polite round of applause, but the big cheers were all for Debbie as Mama Rose. Well, I vowed to myself, that's the last time that will happen. Let's see what happens opening night. Chapter 3: Opening Night I could barely sleep that night, and I was glad I only had two classes on Friday morning. I was nervous and excited, and I found that as I walked back to my apartment I was humming and swaying my hips. Anyone watching would have thought I was on my way to a strip club, and in a sense, I was. I kept thinking how much fun it had been teasing the newsboys during the rehearsals, and how I had "accidentally" brushed my boob against Josh. But I was determined that tonight I was going to make a some changes that Lorraine had discussed last night, and that I would try out those changes in front of hundreds of strangers.  That night the first act seemed to me like it went on forever. I kept thinking about what I was going to be doing in just a few minutes. I even messed up a couple of my lines but somehow got through it all. I guess I wasn't the only one with opening night jitters. But as I got ready for my big scene, I saw the Tulsa and the farmboys and the Toreadorables and even Jennifer crowding in the wings to watch and I realized that what they had wasn't exactly a case of jitters. They had heard the rumor that I was going to take this further than I had in dress rehearsal and at last night's preview, and they wanted to see just what I was going to do.  The strip scene has a long set up, where Herbie and Mama are talking about finally getting married. It's the last night of their contract at a third-rate burlesque house where Louise has been booked as song-and-dance act that fills up the time in between strippers. But as Herbie leaves to get their luggage, the manager comes in and says the headliner has disappeared. Mama sees this as a chance to show that they be stars and says that Louise will do the strip. I then go off stage and come back in a beautiful blue gown.  Up to that point in the play, the costume and make-up are all designed to make me look plain, almost tomboyish. My costumes were loose fitting, giving no indication of my body shape. But this dress changed all that. It might have been my imagination, but I could swear I heard some gasps from the audience as I started to speak. They hadn't realized it was me back on stage, and suddenly they were seeing me in a whole new light. The neckline showed some cleavage so there could be no doubt I really was a woman. The dress pulled in around the waist and was tight across my butt and then flared out. I played the scene for all it was worth, picking up a feather boa and wrapping it around me as if I was embarrassed by my boobs. And I walked like someone not used to high heels, shuffling along in a kind of trance. But in my mind I was running through every little move and action I was going to take over the next ten minutes, ten minutes when I intended to have every guy in the theater thinking of nothing but me. There's some really clever staging to show that Gypsy is going on stage. The lights flash from the back of the set, as if that's the stage front. I turn my back to the audience and walk to the lights, then things go black for a second, and the lights come back up. I'm now facing the audience and the curtain is closing behind me. I'm on stage alone, ready to do my strip, and the play's audience is now the audience in the burlesque house waiting to watch me strip. My stomach literally did several flips and I moved toward the footlights and began to sing. "Let me entertain you, let me make you smile...." The audience was absolutely silent, picking up on Louise's nervousness and feeling at first somewhat embarrassed for her. I sang in a very weak voice, the way we'd practiced it, with Mama Rose yelling out from the wings "sing out, Louise, sing out." The audience started to laugh and squirm a little in their seats, and on cue, the band stopped. That's my cue to begin my transformation. I finally look out and make eye contact with the audience, saying, "Hello everybody, my name is...gypsy...rose....lee." Then, picking an older man around tenth room center, I looked directly at him and said "what's your name sir." And believe it or not, he answered back, "Walter." Something about the name got a laugh, and I turned to the band and said "Mr. orchestra leader, if you please," and the music started in again. This time the arrangement was louder, brassier, and, how should I say it, more like stripper music. I began to confidently walk back and forth across the stage, making an effort to pull off a glove but letting it seem like it was stuck. I threw back the boa that I still had wrapped across my neck, and bent forward just a little as Mama shouted from backstage "dip Louise, dip." I put a little shimmy in it and let my breasts jiggle. I walked toward the side of the stage, turned back, let a shoulder strap drop and ducked out of sight as the lights cut out. Louise had finished her stripping debut. But the drummer kept up a slow steady beat, and a voice announced that the Alhambra Theatre of Philadelphia was proud to bring you their featured attraction, Miss Gypsy Rose Lee. This gave me the thirty seconds I needed to quickly unzip the blue gown, shrug that to the floor and step into a black dress with silver straps that fastened like a halter behind my neck. It hugged my breasts and waist, but the flared bottom half of the dress had very prominent slits up the front and back. At rehearsals I realized that each costume change made me feel sexier, and now performing in front of a live audience only heightened that sensation. I strode confidently to center stage, holding the fabric with my hands so my legs were fully visible with each step. Singing another verse of the song, I moved to the other side and, leaning against the side of the side, bent my knees and move up and down, pressing my butt hard against the wooden arch.  "My mother, who got me into all of this," I said as I started to unfasten the straps behind my neck, "always told me to leave them begging for more and then don't give it to them." I stopped with a look of sudden awareness that all eyes were glued on me, waiting to see what I would do next. I slowly reached to the zipper on the side of the dress, and said "But I'm not my mother." I stepped off stage as I continued with lines, "so if you want some more, I'll give it to you," and took the dress off and held it out in my arm so the audience could see it, and then leaned my head around the corner and said "Beg," in a loud commanding voice. The music paused, and it seemed like eternity before one small voice called out "more." With my head still peering around the corner, I put my hand to my ear as my other hand continued to clutch my dress. A couple of more guys called out "more," and I held the dress in front of me, reappearing on stage.  The band wasn't expecting this, and I looked down at the orchestra leader, still ready to give the downbeat to the resume the music. I gave a quick shake of my head and he held off. There were a few whistles from the audience as I wrapped my leg around the dress, giving some of the audience a glimpse of the tie on my right hip and the butt cheek behind it. The whistles and shouts mounted, and I feigned shock and then delight. Finally, with a shrug of my shoulder, I put my left arm across my chest and with my right hand, dropped the dress, leaving me standing there in just my bra and thong. I nodded to the band, the music resumed and I walked off stage, establishing once and for all (at least for those on the left side of the audience) that I was indeed wearing a thong. Another thirty seconds to slip into a multicolored strapless dress with a giant hat while the announcer told the audience we were now in Detroit and about to be treated to that rising young star, Gypsy Rose Lee. As silly as it sounds, I had more trouble getting that hat on than any other piece of clothing. So I was a few seconds late getting to center stage and coming out through the curtains, but I think that only added to the audience's anticipation. In this strip, I didn't sing but instead delivered some lines of dialog while the drum beat continued. I then turned my back to the audience and, looking over my shoulder, I lowered the zipper just to the start of my butt crack. I then faced the audience, taking off my hat and holding it front of me. I let my dress fall to the floor and kicked it away. The hat was, as I said, huge, and covered me from my neck to almost my knees. At that point, I supposed say, "What am I going to do when big hats go out." But I knew as soon as I did that, the crew would cut the lights so I could rush backstage for my final change. So instead, I just dropped the hat to the floor to give the audience their first unobstructed view of the two cups clinging to my breasts and said, "I can't wait for big hats to go out, can you?" There was a burst of applause and the lights went down, and I ran backstage.  Well, Nikki, I thought to myself, they've now seen everything that you were going to show them at the end. It's not going to be much of a finish if you don't go through with it. "It" in this case were some changes that Lorraine had first suggested when we picked up a few extra items at the lingerie store. We had discussed those changes again last night after the lukewarm audience reaction at the preview. After all, we decided, this was a show about burlesque, and burlesque was starting to make a comeback. Burlesque now had interesting ways of keeping the naughty bits covered so as not to upset the local officials. Maybe just barely covered, but covered nevertheless. Only Lorraine and I knew that I was wearing pasties under my bra and the tiniest little c-string under my thong. Just before going on tonight, Lorraine had come backstage to remind me that the decision was all mine. She declared the bra and thong "darling little things" and just what she thought we needed to give the show a little notoriety. But then, as she was leaving, she added, "but of course we could always use a little more." Translation: you could wear a little less. And she knew that I would! So, during the change, I ripped off my bra so quickly that it actually hurt a little and I felt my nipples stiffen. Uh oh, I thought, better check to make sure those nipple covers are securely fastened, and giggled softly in spite of the tension and excitement I could feel in the air. Then I squeezed into the red dress and gloves, picked up the matching boa, and proceeded to center stage rear behind a screen that the chorus girls then turned around to reveal me. I actually heard some applause, the audience welcoming me back. I moved forward, taking command of the stage the way Gypsy Rose Lee did in her prime. I had a line telling the girls to take their apples and go back to the trees. I slid the boa off my shoulders and handed it to one of the girls, shedding one piece of protective clothing that wasn't going to be there for me if I changed my mind.  I was ready to deliver the monologue that I had read as part of my final audition, but dressed somewhat differently than I was that first night. As I began this recitation, I walked out on a runway that had been extended from the center of stage out into the audience, requiring the removal of seats from the first three rows. In rehearsals and the preview, I delivered the entire speech from the end of the runway, then return to the main stage to take off my earrings and remove the straps of my dress. Then, singing a final chorus of Let Me Entertain You, I'm supposed to unzip and unwrap the dress, holding it front of me until I reach the end of my song. By then, I should be at the left side of the stage where I can grab the curtain and pull it in front of me as I drop the dress. We'd choreographed it so I then pull the curtains closed as I move to the middle of the stage, and then quickly step back through the closed curtains to give the audience the quick peak at me in my bra and thong. But they'd already seen me in that three minutes ago, so I needed another surprise for the finale. I walked out on the runway and began my little speech. I actually spotted a bald headed guy and he answered me back, which got a big laugh. But then, in the middle of the speech, I started to unzip my dress. Standing at the very end of the runway, three rows into the audience and a very long way from the curtain, I unwrapped the dress and delivered the line, "But at these prices I'm not a stripper, I'm an ecdysiast," stretching my arms to the ceiling as the dress fell to the ground. Uh oh, I thought, no help for me now! The band began the music for Let Me Entertain you, but they were drowned out by the waves of applause and whistles. I stood there slowly turning as I sang, just to make sure everyone got a good view of the real Nikki. The pasties did nothing more than cover my nipples; the full curve and shape of my 34B's were there for all to see. And guys who had gotten just a glimpse of my butt earlier in the number now had plenty of time to stare. And I could see that most of them were staring, along with a surprising number of the women. When I got to the final note, the long sustained, " a real good time, I turned to walk back to center stage and reached for ties on my hips, quickly undoing them and sliding my panties back and forth between my legs and then casually tossing them over my back and into the audience.  At first, I think many in the audience, including every single one of the farmboys, thought that I was completely naked. They had never heard of a c-string and didn't even notice the little colored end sticking up at the top of my butt crack. I turned to face the audience, and it was like being completely naked in front of hundreds of strangers. Just the tiniest little strip of white covered my most intimate area, and the nipple covers were barely the size of dollar coins. I later figured out that I had at most four square inches of material covering my entire body. The curtain closed with me still on stage, with no need for me to step behind it and then reappear. I just stood there and again slowly turned around with arms raised, acknowledging the applause and making sure everyone got one good last look before disappearing into the curtains. Last look, that is, until tomorrow night when I hoped they would be back for more. Chapter 4: Run Of The Show And they did come back. Our online sales picked up about 20 minutes after the end of the performance, just enough time for people to get home and turn on their computers. The only change we made was to change the type size of the label "family friendly" for the one Sunday matinee we had scheduled for next week and to add a note that said anyone who preferred to exchange their matinee tickets for an evening performance should contact the box office. We accommodated the exchanges by adding a row of folding chairs in front of the first, which now gave even more people a chance to see me close-up. I later heard that there were some guys desperate to get those "premium" seats near the runway were offering double or triple the face value for the tickets.  It was exciting to see the reviews in the local weekly as well as two daily papers from neighboring towns. I couldn't believe that one critic even went so far as to write that "Ms Morales is the perfect Louise, performing a memorable strip that indeed brings the evening the a happy ending." Did he really mean that? Was he implying that he gone home and jerked off thinking about me? The realization that I was going to be the focus of the guys in the audience each night brought my commitment to a whole other level. I went to the theater every night determined to make sure that everyone in the audience would definitely remember me! It seemed that each night the crowd grew a little rowdier, with whistles and catcalls starting any time I appeared on stag. Finally, one night, when guys started yelling "take it off" the first time I appeared in Act One, I turned to the audience and said "give me a break guys, we gotta wait until I'm eighteen," which got a big laugh (and helped to calm things down).  I found myself feeling a little sad as we approached the third Saturday of our run, the final performance of Gypsy. And I heard from Lorraine that she and the other members of the board had been approached with so many requests for tickets that they had sold standing room only at the back of the theater. Maybe it was the added excitement of the larger audience for closing night, or maybe it was just my growing restlessness, but when I got to the theater Saturday, I approached Lorraine and the director and asked for their permission to add a reprise at the end of Let Me Entertain You. "I'd like to ask the band to play one more verse of the song after the strip scene ends. I'd like to come out and sing one more chorus, just kind of my way of saying thank you to everyone for being a great audience." "And just how are you going to say 'thank you,' Nikki?" Lorraine asked. I looked up and saw her smiling at me; after almost two months of working together, she could almost read my mind. "Oh, I have one or two things in mind," I replied.  "Nikki," she said, taking my hand, you've done everything we asked of you, I'm sure we can all support you in this." I glanced at the director, who was grinning and nodding, and said "absolutely no problem. I'll talk to the orchestra right now." Three hours later I was entering center stage for the final strip, chasing the chorus girls offstage with the line "go back to the trees." But this time I didn't hand my boa to one of the girls; instead, after I had the stage to myself, I simply let it fall center stage and then proceeded to the very end of the runaway. I launched into my lines but decided to make another change. There was perfectly sweet little bald man sitting right at the side of the runway, and I was pretty sure I had seen him once or twice before. So instead of just saying "don't be embarrassed," I changed it to "no need to be shy...why don't you come up here in help me." And he immediately climbed out of his seat and onto the runway. I guided his hands to the clasps on the side of my dress and had him unfasten them. In his clumsy hands, the dress immediately fell off of me. He jumped back almost falling off the stage, so I grabbed his hand and said, "don't go yet, I love men without hair." And I continued with my speech. "An ecdysiast is one who" (as I placed his hand on my hip), "or that which" (at this point I encouraged him to gently tug on the tie), "sheds its skin." It slowly dawned on the audience that I was allowing this man to strip me down to just the barest of coverings in full view literally surrounded by the audience.  The ties on one hip came undone by the thong still stayed in place. I continued, "In vulgar parlance: a stripper." I paused, turned around so he could reach my other hip and nodded to him to undo the other ties. As the thong started to slip away, I grabbed the ties, and practically shouted, "But I'm not a stripper! At these prices, I'm an ecdysiast," and threw my thong as far into the crowd as I could. The audience went wild, as I kept my arms extended and sang "and if you're real good, I'll make you feel good," not moving from my spot at the end of the runway. I could literally feel the eyes of the guys on both sides of me staring up, trying to peek under my c-string, looking for any hint of my pussy lips. I began to feel the heat spread and hoped that my growing wetness wouldn't cause anything to slip.  I didn't move until I finished the last note, the sustained "real good time," and I then turned and headed quickly back to center stage and vanished behind the curtains. The music director let the applause go on for at least thirty seconds before starting up again. I remerged from the curtains still in my pasties and c-string, picked up the boa where I had dropped it minutes before and threw it around my shoulders as I quickly walked out on the runway and resumed signing, "let me entertain you, let me make you smile." I made sure the boa was strategically placed so it covered my boobs and came together under my tummy to cover my c-string. When I got to the lines, "let me do a few tricks, some old tricks and some new tricks," I reached under the boa and peeled off the pasties, holding them aloft one at a time and then flicking them into the audience, as I sang "I'm very versatile."  With the lines, "and if you're real good, I'll make you feel good," I turned my back to the office and grabbed hold of the end of the c-string showing at the top of my butt and on the line "I want your spirits to climb," I yanked the c-string off and threw that into the audience as well. Now I was completely naked with nothing but a feather boa covering me, and the audience knew it. They went wild, and in a moment of inspiration, the band paused so I could slowly back off the runway to center stage, pause and turn to face the audience. The music kicked back in, and I sang the final lines "let me entertain you, and we'll have a real good time" as I tugged on one end of the boa, moving the other end slowly move up to reveal one breast, then finally coming around my neck and falling away to reveal my other breast. On the final "we'll...have... a real good time," I threw the boa away and stood completely naked for the final few measures of the music and then vanished behind the curtains. The standing ovation lasted over two minutes but the calls for "more" went unanswered. I really wasn't sure what more I could show them! At the cast party afterwards, when things were starting to wind down and people were heading home, Lorraine pulled me aside for a quick goodbye. "Debby was a great Rose, but you my dear, stole the show. And tonight's little performance will only enhance your reputation. We brought in double the profit that we had aimed for, and the board of directors couldn't be happier. I even had a couple of our trustees contact me to voice their appreciation for your, er, 'talents' I believe they said and they expressed the hope that you'll be joining us for future productions." I said there was nothing I would like better and then, for the first time, saw Lorraine blush ever so slightly. "That's wonderful, Nikki. You see one of our trustees recommended a play for our spring drama that he had just seen off-Broadway, something about the secret life of a call girl. I don't suppose you'd be interested in that, would you?" She kissed me lightly on both cheeks to say goodbye, and then added, "In the lead role this time, of course."

Not the Sharpest Knife in the Drawer by Vanessa Evans Part 1 Okay, I admit it, I’m not the brightest girl. When I was at school I always got poor grades and the teachers often told me that I’d end up being a baby making machine, whatever that meant, or I end up working in a dead-end job on minimum wage, but what could I do? I tried hard to do better but my brain just couldn’t get round the things that the teachers were telling me. The only subjects that I did any good at was the cooking part of Design and Technology, and the story telling part of English. The English Teacher often said that I had a great imagination and always wrote long stories but my grammar and spelling left a lot to be desired. I left school at 16 and went to a college to study cooking which was the only thing that I enjoyed doing. My mum had this recipe book and if I read the instructions a few times then slowly followed them I somehow managed to end up with something edible, sometimes quite nice. Unfortunately, like school, at college I had to sign-up for other subjects, all of which I was useless at and again the teachers told me that I’d end-up as a housekeeper or some other low paid job. Well when I left college I didn’t get the chance to even look for a job, our parents car got totalled leaving just me and my 2 older brothers to fend for ourselves. I guess that now would be a good time to tell you a bit about me and my brothers. I’m Sarah, 18 years old, skinny, light brown shoulder length hair and little 32 A cup titties. A couple of times at college I got told that I had a cute little round butt but I could never understand how they could know that because I always wore heavy, knee length skirts. Tom is my oldest brother at 25 years old and he works as a plumber. Mike is my other brother, he’s 20 and he is an apprentice electrician who will qualify soon and be looking for a job because the firm who currently employs him can’t afford to pay a qualified electricians wage. I’d often heard Mike and Tom talking about setting up a business together so that they make money for themselves and not for their bosses, but that couldn’t happen until Mike qualified in a month or two. Anyway, after we had got over the immediate grief of losing our parents Tom called a family meeting to plan for our future. Tom and Mike had their future planned but not me, I knew that I needed a job but hadn’t got round to doing anything about it. Tom and Mike had obviously been talking and they told me of their plans to use the life insurance money from our parents to buy a house, do it up and sell it, then buy another one to do up. Tom had his eye on a ‘self build’ house where the owner had gone bust so it was going cheap. “But Sarah, it all depends on you,” Tom said, “you are entitled to one third of the life assurance money and it depends on what you want to do with your share.” “I haven’t a clue?” I said, “mum always said that I should start saving for my future once I got a job but she never said what I would be saving for.” “Somewhere to live Sarah.” Mike said. “That makes sense.” I replied, “but I haven’t got a job yet.” “No, but you will have some money soon Sarah and one of the best ways to make money work for you is to invest it in property as that is always going up in value.” Mike replied. “Yes, dad was always moaning about that, but even with the insurance money I can’t afford to buy a house.” “True,” Tom said, “but you could buy a third of the house that Mike and I are thinking of.” “You’d let me do that guys?” “Yes we would Sarah.” Tom said, “a long time ago I promised dad that I’d always look after you and I intend to keep that promise.” “Thanks Tom, I love you guys.” “So are you happy to invest your share of the insurance money in a house with us Sarah?” “It sounds to be the sensible thing to do, so yes, I am.” “Good,” Tom replied, “now that we’ve got that sorted there’s one more things that we need to talk about, we need to sort out the household chores so that we all do our bit.” “Fine,” Mike said, “but Sarah hasn’t got a job so she has more spare time than you and I do Tom.” “So do you think that it’s fair that you do most of the housework Sarah?” Tom asked. “I guess so, okay that seems fair.” I replied. “I can do most of the chores until I get a job.” “So that’s settled.” Mike said. “Yes,” I replied, “but there is one more thing that I need to talk to you two about.” “What?” Mike asked. “Well, when mum and dad were, were alive, mum wouldn’t let me have a boyfriend and I was wondering? …” “Sarah,” Tom said, “you’re 18 now, you are an adult, you can do anything that you want, go out with as many boys as you want, have sex with them all if you want, just so long as you don’t break the law.” “But I’ve been having these strange feelings and I’ve started touching myself down there.” “Are you still a virgin Sarah?” Mike asked. “Yes, mum wouldn’t even talk about sex and I didn’t really understand what they told us at school in PSHE lessons.” “So what do you want from us?” Mike asked. “Well I was hoping that you’d teach me all about sex, show me what I can do and what boys can do to me. The girls at school said that sex feels good.” “Wow,” Mike said, “our parents really did keep you in ignorance didn’t they?” “Ignore Mike.” Tom said, “we’ll be happy to teach you everything that we know but before we start you have to accept that what mum probably told you was wrong, mum was a devout catholic and they have some strange ideas. Sex is wonderful and nothing that a man and woman do together is wrong. Quite the reverse, it’s usually great. As I said, you are an adult now, you can do whatever you want with whoever you want.” “Does that mean that I can wear whatever I want as well?” “As much of, or as little of whatever you want Sarah.” Tom replied. “So can I buy myself some new clothes, mum picked everything that I wear and I was always the odd girl out at school and college. I loved what some of the other girls were wearing, skirts and nice tops, and some of the girls never wore a bra.” “You’re right Sarah,” Tom said, “our mother was a bit old-fashioned when it came to clothes for you.” “A bit!” Mike said. “Tell you what Sarah you and me will go shopping and we’ll get you some new clothes.” “Does that include a bikini, I always wanted one of those.” “Of course it does. We can get you the skimpiest bikini that we can find if you like.” “Thanks Tom, the girls at school were always bragging about having a bikini that was so small that they had to shave their hair off down there.” “We can get you one of those Sarah, but ‘down there’ is your pussy, not ‘down there’.” “Okay, can you show me how to shave my pussy please?” “Sure,” Tom said, “but it’s probably best that we take it in turns to shave you so that you get to see how we both do it.” “There’s more than one way?” “Yes, some people start at the top, some at the bottom, some people move the razor one way and others the other way. You’ll develop your own way but for now watch how we both do it.” “Okay. Is it normal for a girl to get a tingly pussy and titties when she talks about her pussy because mine are tingling now, and my pussy feels all wet.” “Yes Sarah, Tom said, “getting those feeling is quite normal. One more thing that you need to do quite soon if you are going to start getting sexually active is to start taking the pill, the contraceptive pill.” “To stop me having a baby?” “That’s right, “Where do we get them from?” “A pharmacist but you have to go and see a doctor first so that he can examine you and check that you are healthy.” “I’m healthy.” “Yes but the doctor needs to prove that before you can get the pill.” “Okay, but how will he examine me, is it a written test because I’m not very good at those.” “No Sarah, it’s a physical examination, he’ll look and touch your breasts and your pussy, even looking inside you to make sure that everything is okay.” “You mean inside me where I put a tampon.” “Yes.” “Wow,” Mike said, “you do have a lot to learn Sarah.” “That’s not my fault that mum wouldn’t let me go out with boys or tell me anything about sex.” “Don’t you worry Sarah we’ll soon turn you onto a nymphomaniac.” Mike said. “What’s one of those?” “A girl who likes having sex.” Tom replied. “So you think that I’ll like being naked and having sex?” “I’m sure that you will Sarah, all girls do.” Tom said, “so do you want to be naked Sarah?” “Well I don’t like the clothes that mum used to buy me. Would you two mind if I didn’t wear any clothes at times, and in bed, I hate those big, heavy nighties that mum made me wear.” “I told you earlier Sarah,” Tom said, “You can wear as much of or as little of whatever you want, wherever you want Sarah. A lot of girls wear very little or no clothes at home.” “I might just do that until I get some nice new clothes, but even then if other girls don’t wear clothes at home I might not as well. Thanks guys.” “The weather is getting warmer outside Sarah,” Mike said, “you could sunbathe in your new bikini or in nothing at all if you like, get yourself a nice all-over tan.” “Yes, I guess that I could, some of the girls at school used to look silly with white patches where their bikinis had been and some girls didn’t have white patches and a good tan” “Well there’s no need for you to have white patches Sarah.” Tom said. “So you wouldn’t mind if I sunbathed without a swimsuit on?” “Not at all,” Tom replied. “as I said, as much or a little as you like, wherever you want, well not in public, you’ll have to keep your pussy and tits covered in public.” “Thanks guys, you’re the best brothers any girl could ever want. When can you show me how to shave my pussy?” “I guess that we could do that right now.” Mike said. “Okay, where do you want to do it?” “You do realise that you’ll have to take all your clothes off Sarah?” Mike said. “Okay, that’s not a problem, as I said, I never liked the clothes that mum bought me.” “Even your bra and knickers Sarah.” “I know, I don’t think that I’ll ever wear a bra again, I never have liked them. Shall I take my clothes off now?” “Okay Sarah, I think that we’ll shave you in your bedroom on your bed. Can you get a big towel, put it on your bed and put your bum on it?” “Okay.” I stood up and took all my clothes off while my brothers watched me. When it came to take my knickers off I felt that tingling feeling again so I said, “My pussy is tingling again but I’m not going to have sex, you’re not going to fuck me are you?” “No Sarah, even though your brain knows that your not going to have sex your body doesn’t know that so it is getting ready for you to have sex.” “So have I got 2 brains then, one that controls my pussy?” “No Sarah,” Tom replied, “it’s one of those unexplained things in life, try not to think about it because you’ll never get an answer, no one ever does. Men have a similar problem as well.” “Men don’t have pussies.” “No, you know that boys have cocks, instead of a pussy.” “Yes, mummy used to call them their ‘things’. I remember seeing Mike’s when mum used to bath us together when I was a baby.” “Well boys cocks get hard when their bodies think that they are going to have sex even though they are not. There’s nothing that anyone can do about it.” “Except fuck a girl.” Mike added. “Well that isn’t going to happen, not until Sarah is at that stage in her sex education and she wants to get fucked.” “You can fuck me now if you want.” The now naked me said. “No Sarah.” Tom said, “little steps. Come on, up to your room, and get that towel.” I went upstairs, leaving my clothes on the table downstairs. Getting the towel I looked at my naked body in the big mirror on the wall and I have to say that I wasn’t too pleased with what I saw. A skinny girl with some brown hair at the top of her legs and 2 small breasts on her chest. I was still stood there when Tom and Mike walked in. “I don’t think that I like my body.” I said, “I’m 18 and I’m supposed to have curves and breasts.” “Hey Sarah,” Tom said, “stop thinking like that, you have a beautiful body and as for tits, big isn’t always beautiful, good things come in small packages and lots of men like small tits.” “Do you Tom?” “Yes I do, and yours are beautiful Sarah, those hard nipples look wonderful.” “They keep going hard like that at times and I don’t know why.” “It’s the same as when your pussy tingles Sarah, remember?” “Oh yes, it’s still tingling as well.” “That’s because you like men seeing you naked Sarah and we might be able to do something about the tingling later.” Mike said. “Ignore Mike,” Tom said, “little steps, right, lay back on the bed and spread your legs wide.” “So my pussy and my tits like men seeing them do they?” I asked as I spread my legs wide. “And my pussy feels wet, is that part of the same thing?” “Yes Sarah.” Tom said, “your body is getting ready for sex even though your brain isn’t.” “Right.” “Sarah, I’m going to start by using the scissors to trim your pubic hair as short as I can.” “Okay.” “Oooh, that feels nice.” I said as Tom started cutting. I looked up to Tom, and then to Mike and saw that they were both smiling. I smiled back. I soon saw Tom put the scissors down and I was feeling quite happy. “Are you okay Sarah,” Tom asked. “Yes thanks, are you finished?” “Finished with the scissors, are you ready for me to start the actual shaving, it’s not too late to change your mind.” “No, I’m ready, just do it please.” “Okay, I have to squirt the shaving cream on first and it will feel funny.” Tom didn’t wait for an answer and I felt the cream land on my pussy. “Oooh, that feels nice.” “Wait until Tom rubs it all over you.” Mike said. And it did, I never imagined that a man’s hand on my pussy could feel so nice, much, much nicer than when I put my hand there to put a tampon in. “That feels really, really nice.” I said as Tom was removing all traces of hair from my pussy with the razor. “The tingling has got a lot stronger and I feel funny.” “Funny sick?” Tom asked. “No, funny nice.” I’ve never had a lot of hair down there and it didn’t take Tom long to remove it all. I thought that Tom was about to say that he was finished when Mike said, “Go on Tom, do it.” “Do what?” I asked. “Sarah,” Tom said, “have you ever touched your pussy and moved your fingers around?” “No, mum said that I was a bad girl if I touched myself down there..” “Well mother was wrong.” Tom said, “She’d been brainwashed by the priests into believing that it was wrong, and the priests were wrong, very wrong. Ask just about any girl if she plays with her pussy and she will say that she does and that it’s nice so you can do it too Sarah.” “What do you mean nice?” “Do you want me to show you Sarah?” Tom asked. “Yes please.” I gasped when I felt Tom’s fingers on that little nub of skin at the front of my slit. “That’s your clitoris or clit Sarah, it’s often called your pleasure button. When you, or someone else rubs it like this it will make you feel good, very good, do you want me to show you?” “Yes, yes please.” I felt Tom’s finger moving around and that tingling feeling soon got stronger than ever, and it kept getting stronger and stronger. “What’s happening to me Tom?” I asked. “Just relax Sarah and let it happen.” Seconds later I said, “I’m dying, please stop Tom.” But he didn’t and I really thought that I was dying until all of a sudden I screamed and tried to pull my spread legs together. I hadn’t a clue what was happening to me, all I knew was that it felt good, really good. It took a few seconds for that amazing feeling to start to go away and for me to return to normal. Then I said, “What happened to me?” “Did that feel nice Sarah?” Tom asked. “That was, I don’t know, awesome, wonderful, heaven, can you do it again please?” “I just made you cum Sarah, that was an orgasm.” “So that’s what all the girls at school talked about all the time. Now I know why they looked happy.” “Yes Sarah,” Tom said, “and you can give yourself one of those whenever you like.” “Or you could give them to me, I couldn’t see what you were doing Tom.” “I’m sure that Mike or I will be happy to give you an orgasm whenever you want Sarah but you have to learn how to do it yourself, experiment when you have a few minutes spare, you’ll soon discover what you have to do to make you feel good and cum.” “So do you guys do it, I mean you haven’t got a clitoris have you?” “No Sarah we haven’t but guys masturbate in a different way.” “How, and do you cum like girls do?” “Sort of, but men produce sperm.” “Oh, I remember, sperm goes in a girl’s vagina to make a baby.” “That’s right, but that’s probably enough for today, one of us will continue your education another day. For now Sarah just think about what you’ve learnt and maybe play with yourself and work out how to make yourself cum.” “Thanks guys, can I look at myself in a mirror please, I can’t remember what I looked like without hair down th… , on my pussy.” “Of course you can Sarah, you don’t need to ask one of us to do anything that we’ve talked about or done today.” “Thanks guys, shall I get the tea ready now?” “Have a look at the new you in a mirror first Sarah.” I got off my bed and went and stood in front of the mirror. “Wow, I look so different.” “You look fantastic Sarah.” Tom said. “Tell her Mike.” “Yes Sarah you look amazing, I could look at you like that all the time and not get tired.” “So I don’t have to put those horrible clothes back on?” “Not if you don’t want to.” I didn’t want to. I’d hated the clothes that mum bought for me, they were so big, so heavy and they looked like little girl’s clothes. I wanted to wear clothes like the other girls in school and college had but I didn’t have any of those so I went down to the kitchen and got tea ready just as I was, naked. “Do you like your new look Sarah?” Mike asked as my brothers stood behind me in the kitchen as I was peeling some potatoes. “I’m quite a bit thinner than most of the girls at school and college and my breasts are smaller.” “Sarah,” Tom said, “What did we say to you when you were stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom?” “That I was beautiful, that I had an amazing body.” “Yes we did, and we weren’t just saying that, we meant it so you need to be proud of your body and not be ashamed to let people see it.” “That’s true Sarah.” Mike added, “you should be happy to run down the street shouting, “LOOK AT ME”. “You want me to do that?” “No,” Tom said, “but you should feel that you want to, that you would be happy doing it.” “Do you think that by butt is too small or too flat guys?” “No Sarah,” Mike said, “your butt is just right. Every sane man would like to grab hold of those cheeks.” “What about my slit?” I said turning around to face my brothers. “That looks great too Sarah.” Mike replied. “I’d never noticed before but my clit is sticking out.” “Is your whole pussy still tingling Sarah?” Tom asked. “Yes, quite a lot actually.” “You are sexually aroused Sarah and clits come out to play when they are aroused. It’s perfectly normal.” “So my clit wants to play does it?” “By the looks of it it does.” Mike said. I spread my legs quite a bit then said, “When I used to see the girls in the showers most of them had flaps of skin hanging down from their pussies but I haven’t go those. Does that make my pussy ugly?” “Hell no,” Tom said, “quite the reverse, a lot of women pay plastic surgeons a small fortune to get their pussies looking like yours does. Sarah you’ve got to stop thinking that you are ugly because you aren’t. Do you remember that fairy story about the ugly duckling, well you are the beautiful swan. And if you remember, that swam proudly swam around letting everyone see how beautiful it was.” “Yeah, I remember that, do you really think that?” “Yes.” Mike replied, but Tom replied, “No, I don’t think that Sarah. I KNOW that, so get that crazy idea out of your head or I will spank that cute little butt of yours until you believe what we tell you.” “I’ve never been spanked,” I replied, “although I listened to some girls talking about how they got spanked. Some of them said that they had an orgasm when they got spanked. I never did understand that.” “Some girls do cum when they get spanked Sarah,” Tom replied, “something to do with the vibrations in their butts when the swat lands going to their pussies. I’ve never really understood that but it apparently works with some girls.” “Do you think that it would work with me?” “I have no idea and I hope that I never need to spank you Sarah, you’ve always been a good girl and I’m not expecting that to change.” “That’s a shame,” Mike said, “I’d like to spank you Sarah.” “You can if you want.” “No he won’t.” Tom said.” Will you Mike?” “No, just a little fantasy of mine.” “Good, now get those potatoes peeled Sarah, and Mike, lay the table, Sarah isn’t going to do everything.” Mike did and I finished getting the meal ready. As we sat eating Tom said, “Sarah, if you intend being like that all the time that you are in the house you should consider wearing an apron if you’re frying anything, we don’t want any hot fat jumping out and burning you.” “If it lands on your tits I’ll suck them better.” Mike said. “Mike,” Tom said, “stop being like that with Sarah, she’s a grown woman now and deserves to be treated with respect. If she decides not to wear any clothes that is her right and you must respect it and not treat her like some slut or whore that you can treat like a slab of meat.” “Whoa there bro, I was just joking, but you are right, sorry Sarah, I didn’t mean to disrespect you.” “That’s okay Mike, but I’m starting to like this not wearing any clothes, it’s great not to have to wear all those horrible clothes that mum bought me. But you can suck my titties if you want to, I don’t mind.” Later on I went to my bedroom and lay on my bed thinking about all that had happened that evening. I’d learnt a few things, things that I liked and I was pleased that Tom and Mike were supportive. I decided that I would throw out all my old clothes and not wear anything until Tom took me shopping. I was looking forward to having a nice summer dress like a lot of the girls at college had worn. I put my hands on my tits and decided that I wouldn’t need to get any new bras, I didn’t need any. As I was thinking that I realised that my fingers had started pulling, twisting and rolling my nipples and that tingling was starting again. Without thinking about it my right hand slid down my body and my pussy started tingling just as soon as my fingers touched my bald pubes. “Wow, I need to shave there every day.” I thought and my fingers danced around my pubes before sliding down to my pussy where I discovered that somehow my legs had parted quite wide apart. I gently touched all around my pussy and discovered that the tingling got quite intense when my finger touched my clit, which had come out to play, and when I touched the hole where I inserted a tampon. What’s more I could feel liquid coming out of there. I lifted my fingers to my face and saw that it wasn’t blood, but a creamy, semi see-through liquid. Something made me open my mouth and put my fingers in to taste whatever it was. It was a taste that I’d never tasted anything like before, but it wasn’t nasty, it was sort of nice. I put those fingers back on my pussy then tasted them again. I wanted to do that again but my clit was aching and I just had to touch it to see if I could get that feeling, the orgasm that Tom had given me earlier. Try as I may I just couldn’t get that tingling to be so intense, that the damn burst or whatever it was, and for me to believe that I was about to die again. I was just on the point of giving up when I heard a noise outside my room. “Tom, Mike, is that you? Can you help me with something?” I said loudly. It was Mike that opened my door and came in. “What’s up sis?” Mike said as he looked down on my naked body, my legs spread wide and my right hand on my pussy. “Will you show me what Tom did to me earlier to make me cum please?” “Sure sis, have you got a mirror that I can hold so that you can watch me?” “On there.” I replied pointing to my little dressing table. Mike came and sat on my bed between my legs and with his left hand he moved the mirror around until I could see my pussy. “You should look at your pussy more often Sarah, apart from seeing how beautiful it is you will be able to see how it changes when you do different things to it. See now, it’s all swollen and a bit red because you are aroused.” “I’ve never really looked at it before, mum said that anything to do with ‘down there’ was naughty and that only a doctor should look at it and touch it.” “Well we’ve established that mum got that wrong but it wasn’t her fault. Now watch as I touch you.” I gasped as Mike’s finger touched my clit and a bolt of electricity went from my clit to my nipples. “Wow,” I said, “that’s nice.” I watched as Mike ran his finger around my clit and went up and down the sides of my slit. I pushed my legs even wider apart and the next time Mike’s fingers went up and down my slit they went in between my lips causing me to moan. Then he went up and down and around my clit again and again causing me to moan again and again. Then I gasped quite loudly as I saw Mike’s finger disappear into my hole. That move caused my body to explode, start shaking and jerking. My brain just didn’t know what was happening and I couldn’t decide if I was in heaven or hell, but I could see my body jerking about and Mike’s finger going in and out of my hole. When the pleasure started to subside I looked at Mike’s face and managed to say, “Thank you.” I was a bit puzzled when Mike started to reply, “Sorry sis, I didn’t mean to finger you this time, I wanted to concentrate on your clit but I just couldn’t stop myself.” “Mike, that was like, like totally awesome, maybe even better than the time Tom did that to me.” “Sarah, I didn’t mean to finger you, just play with your clit so that you’d learn that you can cum quite easily just by playing with your clit. I was going to leave the fingering to another time to show you the added pleasure of a finger going in and out of your vagina.” “It was wonderful Mike.” “As well as just playing with your clit you can make yourself cum by putting all sorts of things in your vagina and moving them in and out.” “Mummy said that they only things that should go in there were a tampon and my husband’s penis.” “Sarah, our mother had some great qualities but when it comes to women’s bodies she listened to the priests way too much.” “I’m starting to believe that Mike, will you do that to me again please?” “Not today Sarah, you just experiment with yourself. Remember, if it feels nice it’s okay.” “Thanks Mike.” “My pleasure Sarah.” For the rest of the evening I did experiment playing with my pussy and I fingered myself as well. I didn’t put anything else inside me that evening but I did think about what I was going to try using. ***** In the morning I woke up with my hand still on my pussy and my legs still wide open. I hadn’t even pulled the duvet over me. I went straight downstairs to get breakfast ready for Tom and Mike before they left for work. “Not getting dressed then Sarah?” Mike asked when he walked in. “Nope. I slept like this last night as well, and it felt great, no heavy nightie pulling on me as I moved around and I felt ‘free’. My pussy was tingling a bit when I went to sleep and it still was when I woke up. It felt nice. I forgot to draw my curtains last night and the sun shining in when I woke up made me feel good as well.” “Sarah,” Mike said, “you do realise that those Harvey brothers have their bedroom at the back of their house and that they will be able to see into your bedroom if you don’t close the curtains?” “I didn’t think of that, but so what? You said that I should be proud of my body and not care who sees it.” “That was Tom who said that, but he’s right, so the Harvey boys see you like that, so what?” “That’s what I was thinking Mike, why should I care if they see me without any clothes on? You know, I’ve decided that I’m never going to wear the clothes that mum bought me again, in fact I’m going to throw them all in the bin, and I’m going to leave my curtains open, the sun shining in this morning made me feel good.” “I think that you should at least keep one dress Sarah, you’ll need to wear something when Tom takes you shopping.” “Oops, I forgot about that, but I’ll throw that out when I get a new one.” “Did I hear my name?” Tom said as he walked into the kitchen. “Yes,” Mike replied, “Sarah was saying that she’s never going to wear any clothes again and that she’s going to be proud when people see her naked. She left her curtains open last night and she says that she’s never going to close them again because she like waking to the sun shining in and that she doesn’t care if the Harvey boys see her naked.” “Okay Sarah, that’s good but don’t you go walking down the street or even out of this garden like that, there’s a lot of strange people about who might do nasty things to you.” “Okay Tom, I won’t.” Before long both Tom and Mike had gone to work and I was left on my own. I had housework to do so I got on with it. A few times something would happen to remind me that I didn’t have any clothes on, and once I found my pussy pressing against the corner of the kitchen table. That made me feel nice and I stopped for a while and played with my pussy but again I couldn’t make myself get that totally awesome feeling of an orgasm. I went outside once to put some rubbish in the wheelie bin and it felt nice having the gentle breeze tickling my little titties and especially my pussy. I felt my nipples get hard and my clit came out to play. I wanted to have another go at giving myself an orgasm right there in the driveway but I had things to do and I reluctantly ignored the tingling. One of the things that I had to do was some clothes washing, not mine, they were going to go into the bin. Mum had always told me that it’s best to dry washing on the line outside so when it was ready I went outside with the washing basket and pegs in my hands. I was about half way through hanging everything when I heard the voice of the old man living next door. “Hello Sarah, how are you, I heard about your parents, I’m so sorry for your loss.” “Oh hi Mr. Jones, thank you, I’m okay, in fact I’ve never felt better. No, I shouldn’t say that, it’s just that I’ve discovered that I don’t have to wear the horrible clothes that I had. Tom is going to take me shopping to get some nice new ones.” “That will be nice for you Sarah, so have you already thrown them out, it’s just that you haven’t got anything on.” “No, I’m going to pack them later, Tom and Mike told me that because I’m 18 now I can make up my own mind what I wear and since I don’t like my old clothes I’ve decided to wear nothing at all until I get some new ones.” “Oh, happy 18th birthday Sarah, but I thought that your birthday was just after Christmas not quite recently.” “It was but we only got talking about my clothes yesterday.” “Oh, okay Sarah.” “Mr. Jones, can I ask you something?” “Sure Sarah, anything.” “Mr. Jones, do you think think that I’m beautiful?” “Yes I do Sarah.” “You don’t think my titties are too small do you?” “No Sarah, they’re perfect.” “What about my pussy?” “From what I can see it looks perfect too. Sarah, your whole body is perfect, why do you ask?” “Well, the girls at school used to say that I was like a rake.” “I don’t ever remember you looking like a rake Sarah, besides, you’ve been at college for a couple of years, you’ve grown since you were at school.” “Tom says that I’ve gone from an ugly duckling to a beautiful swan.” “Sarah you were never an ugly duckling but you are a beautiful swan. You remind me of my Janice when she was your age, she used to walk around without any clothes on. She once got into trouble for running around town without any clothes on, that was how I met her.” “Mrs Jones used to run around with no clothes on?” “Yes she did, so you’re not the first girl to run around naked outside.” “Should I run around town like this? Oops, no, Tom said that I haven’t to go out onto the street like this.” “I don’t think that you should either, there’s some strange people around these days. If you’re wanting to be naked in public talk to your brothers, I’m sure that they can find somewhere where it will be okay.” “Okay Mr. Jones, thank you. I’d better get on now, I’ve got lots to do.” “Bye Sarah.” As I was hanging the rest of the washing I thought how nice Mr. Jones was, I’d never really talked to him before, mummy always joined in and took over any conversation that he or I had started. I tried to imagine Mrs Jones running down the street naked and giggled at the thought. A bit later the doorbell rang and I went and opened the door to see the postman. “Oh hello, it’s Sarah isn’t it? A bit early for you am I, sorry, I can wait if you want to go and put some clothes on.” “No that’s okay, I’ve stopped wearing clothes.” “Okay, I’ve got a letter for your brother Tom and it needs signing for.” I put my hand out and took the little machine that he was holding. “Use your finger and sign in that box please.” As I was doing that I said, “I haven’t written anything with my finger since I was in junior school.” “Me too, I still can’t get used to it and I have to do it every day.” The postman said as we exchanged the letter for the machine. “Thanks Sarah, maybe I’ll see you around now that college had finished, that was your last year wasn’t it?” “Yes, I’m looking for job now but I’m not too hopeful, I haven’t go any qualifications.” “I’m sure that you’ll find something Sarah. Gotta go, more letters to deliver. See ya.” I closed the door, looked at the letter and thought that it must be important. I got most of the household jobs done then decided to try to do something about the tingling that had been in my nipples and pussy all day so I lay back on the sofa and my hands went to my titties and pussy. It was nice but not as nice as when Tom and Mike had made me cum with their hands. I even put a finger inside my vagina, which helped, and I even had a little bit of an orgasm but nothing like what Tom and Mike gave me. Even when I sucked the juices that my pussy had left on my finger I couldn’t cum like before and I was starting to get annoyed with myself. I was feeling good, even very good but that mind-blowing orgasm just wouldn’t come. Still feeling very aroused I eventually gave up and went to get the washing in. As I was doing that I looked through the back fence to the house where the Harvey brothers lived and wondered if they could make me cum like my brothers had. They are both about my age and therefore younger than my brothers and I wondered if the boys ages had anything to do with it. With all the clothes in the basket I stood and looked at the Harvey windows wondering if they would be as good as my brothers and I even thought about climbing through the fence and going to see if they were there and would try. Then I saw movement in one of the bedrooms then Terry Harvey was looking down at me. The tingling got stronger and I waved to Terry even though we’d hardly ever spoken to each other. Terry gave a sort of half wave then turned and disappeared out of my sight. I was a bit disappointed but I picked up the basket and carried it inside so that I could do the ironing.

Naked by Choice by SexMic© The truck moved smoothly along the interstate as we crossed Northern Pennsylvania. My brother Tom and I were headed for another weekend of bike racing in New Hampshire. This event was like the six others we had attended since school ended in May. The only difference was a special ladies race on Saturday night. A typical weekend event consisted of travel on Friday, practice and preliminaries on Saturday with the final races on Sunday. Saturday night was a night to party for the non-qualifiers like me. While Tom was considered a serious amateur rider, I rode in the races for fun. Tomorrow night would not only be for fun but also a sexual stimulus for me. The little town that hosted this event allowed people to be naked in public with no problems from the police. Thus, the organizers sponsored a special event for girls only on Saturday night. In order to enter, the girl needed a bike, a helmet, gloves and shoes. No other clothing was allowed in order to compete for the trophy and prizes. Last year some of the girls tried to maintain modesty by painting their nipples and breasts. I guess that if between my legs was open for all to see, then covering my breasts was silly. I have never participated in this event before, but I had lost another bet with Tom and his reward was picking another venue for me to be nude. So far this summer, I had been skinny dipping in the pool when our dad came out on the pool deck. Another time, I had to walk across the pool deck and jump in the pool. As I walked, Tom told me to untie my halter top and my bikini bottoms while three of friends watched my every move. Tom also walked onto the pool deck nude when our mother and her friends came out for a swim and again when my girl friends were visiting. That night turned out to be fun for all when we all stripped off and joined a naked Tom in the pool. My entry in the Naked Criteria was the result of another lost bet with my brother. Since we were in grade school we had made silly bets that resulted in the loser being made to something silly or embarrassing. This summer, we had raised the stakes to include public nudity for the loser. Tom looked over at me and asked, "are you ready for the big race tomorrow night?" I acted embarrassed and turned to him and said. "No, I think it is horrible that you are making me do this in front of all those horny guys. I will never be comfortable in front of them again." "You should have thought of that when you made me strip in front of all your friends." "Yeh, right. As I remember, you were not the only one who got naked that night, and based on personal experience you coped many a feel when we were in the pool." "Well maybe you can start a new tradition. Why not get everyone to skinny dip at the motel?" "That sounds like an idea you would think of. I assume you want me to strip and then hope all the others will join me." "I will." I thought to myself that Tom would probably would join me, if I was first. Both of us were very comfortable being naked both in private and in certain public areas. Our first time, was on a family vacation to Florida. In order to get away from the parents, we would hike down the beach twice a day. On the last Saturday morning, we headed down the beach. After a mile, the beach became a public access area that on the weekends was very crowded with people and kids. As usual, we walked past the crowded area and turned the corner of the beach. To our surprise, we found at least two dozen kids our age plus a lot of adults who were all naked. Tom and I looked at each other as we continued our walk. When we had past the nude area, Tom and I stopped before turning back. "Well Trish, what did you think of that?" "I was initially surprised but after a few minutes, it looked like fun. If you were not with me, I would join them." "Why not with me?" "You're my brother and I am a little old to let you see me in my birthday suit. A small bikini is as far as I want to go." "Oh, I didn't think my sister was such a prude." "OK, I am a prude with you." "I dare you to walk naked with me." "Oh sure, I am naked and you keep your suit on." "No, I will join you." "Let me get this right, you will strip naked and walk along the beach whether I am naked or not." Tom said "Yes," as he slid his suit down his legs. I could not help but stare at my naked brother who was standing in front of me. Even though I had seen him naked in the bathroom we shared at home. It was only through the frosted doors of the shower. The idea he stood in front of me in all of his glory was sort of a shock. I must admit it was a pleasant shock, since Tom was close to being a real hunk. All my girl friends wanted to know what Tom's package looked like. Tom finally started walking and turned to me and said, "let's go." I considered what Tom was doing and finally decided to join him. I pulled my suit bra over my head and slid the bottoms down to my ankles. Tom watched as I undressed and finally said, "wow, sis you look great. My friends will be glad to know for sure that you have blonde pubic hair." I playfully hit him in the back and told him that the girls would enjoy hearing all about him. "OK, we will keep this our secret." For the next 30 minutes we casually walked along the beach. I knew that several of the men were interested in looking at me and to my surprise I enjoyed their attention. By the time we had reached the end of nude area, my nipples were fully extended and I could feel moisture between my legs. Tom was also partially inflated but not any more than many of the other men. We stopped to get dressed and resumed our walk towards our hotel. Tom and I did not say anything after we had undressed. Finally Tom spoke, "well." "Well what." I said with a smile. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes, I did. Do you think we can walk this way this afternoon?" "Why not?" After lunch, Tom and headed back to our secret beach area. This time we did not just walk through but stopped and lay out on the sand between swimming in the Gulf. Our experience on the beach changed how Tom and I acted in the hotel room. By unwritten rule, Tom and I had avoided being naked in front of each other. The only exception was if one of us was in the shower the other could come in the bathroom. That evening we did not hesitate to take our swim suits off in the room rather than in the bathroom. We also found out that we both preferred to sleep in the nude. Tom turned off the highway and drove to our motel. Tom took care of checking us in and when he got back in the car, he said, "I think we got the same room as last time." "No way," I said. "Want to bet?" "OK, what is the number?" "306" "Oh shit." I lose again. "OK, you must lead everyone to skinny dip in the motel pool tomorrow night." "Why not, I won't have anything left to hide." The night was uneventful and the races on Saturday were very close. I came within one place of qualifying for Sunday while Tom qualified for two of three events. After practice, we ran into Jan and Mike who like us were siblings and competed regularly in the bike race events. Mike told us that they had trouble getting away on time and did not arrive until late that morning. The motel had given their reservations away and there were no other vacancies in town. Jan said that since Mike would probably qualify for Sunday, they would have to sleep in their car tonight. I looked at Tom who understood my unspoken question and nodded in agreement. I turned to Jan, "no you won't we have two beds and you both can stay in our room. We can either sleep with out brothers or each other. The only thing I need to warn you about, Tom and I don't wear a lot to bed." Jan smiled, "thanks, you are so nice. Mike and I can take care of the nightwear problem by turning out the light." She then hugged me and Mike gave Tom a pat on the back. Later, Jan and I were done racing for the day and were sitting on a grassy area watching the guys finish their races. I was thinking about my special race later that night and decided that I had better warn Jan what I was planning. After explaining to Jan why I was participating, she laughed, "you are serious aren't you?" "Yes, I will participate and to be honest I am looking forward to it. The idea that I will be naked in front of several hundred guys is really a turn on. I am already a little wet down there, just thinking about tonight." Jan smiled and waited several seconds before she responded. "You know just hearing you talk about it has really got me going. But, I don't have the guts to do it in front of so many friends." "Think about, I sure would love to have a friend." For dinner we ordered a pizza and enjoyed some talk time before my big night. Tom reminded me that I should change clothes so that when we got to the starting line I would not need to remove my outer clothes or my underwear. He suggested that I wear only an over size tee shirt. I packed my swim suit so that I could have some coverage after the race. When Mike heard Tom suggesting my attire for the night, he looked at me, "Are you riding in the nude chick race?" "Yes, I lost a bet to Tom and he has decided that this is my penalty." "That's pretty gutsy, Jan and I have been traveling together for two years and I still haven't seen anything that you haven't." Jan blushed and said, "Mike, you're my brother not a lover so why should you see me naked." "Well from what I can tell, you would look good in a centerfold shot." Tom smiled and added, "I agree, Jan you look real good to me too and I am not your brother." Jan's mouth dropped open and she stared at first her brother, then Tom and then me. Finally, "let me get this straight, the three of you think I would look good naked, you all want to see me naked and you want me to get naked in front of a bunch of horny guys while I sit my naked ass on a narrow seat and ride a bike in race." We all nodded our agreement. "I can't believe what I am hearing but on second thought it does sound like fun. Jessica are you really going to ride?" "Come in the bathroom and I will show you exactly what I will be wearing." With the door pulled nearly shut, I pulled off my shirt and riding pants. I reached around and unhooked my bra, then pulled my panties down my legs. Jan held my tee shirt but before I took it, I wet down a wash cloth and wiped down the moisture between my legs." I pulled the shirt over my hear as Jan commented, "you really are going to do it." When I came back in to the room, Mike and Tom moved in there seats and adjusted their pants which were obviously being stretched as a result of all the talk of nude girls and the possibility of seeing me and maybe Jan naked within the hour. Jan turned to me, "lets go back into my office and talk." I followed Jan into the bathroom and shut the door. "You know, I think I want to do this but I want the guys to somehow be forced to join in." I laughed, "Tom will be joining me for a skinny dip in the pool after the race. He failed to mention that he also had lost a bet." Jan said nothing and opened the door into the room with the guys. She walked over to the bed where Mike and Tom were sitting. With a very serious look, "Now what would you guys be willing to do if I strip and enter the race?" Tom smiled, "you can share our room tonight." "I'll do all the driving home tomorrow." "That is not near enough guys. Now, I understand that certain people are planning to skinny dip in the motel pool later. So here is the deal, if I participate in the race, you two will be leaders in getting everyone to skinny dip." "I will," Tom said. Mike looked at his shoes and weakly said, "OK, I will too." "That isn't good enough, now tell me exactly what you will be doing at eleven tonight." Tom immediately said, I expect to be naked and in the pool with several of my friends." Mike, looked at his sister, "me too, I will be in the pool and naked." "OK, Mike get my bike and the two of you get out of here so I can get ready." After the guys had left the room, Jan started to remove her clothes. Jan looked at me, "what should I wear to the check in?" Jan stripped down to her underwear and started to look for a shirt. "Oh what the hell, you'll see me in a few minutes." Jan then removed her bra and panties and turned to me. "I might as well get used to people looking at my tits and pussy, so I will start with you. By the way, do you and Tom really get naked for bed." "Yes, neither one of us have any PJs with us and we will probably sleep in a tee shirts tonight." Jan looked at me, "can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure." "Are you sexually active?" I blushed a little thinking about what was going on. Here I was nearly naked, talking with a naked girl who had just asked if I was a virgin. "Yes, I am not a virgin but I would not say that I am sexually active. The last time a let a guy in my panties was six months ago." Jan continued to watch and make no effort to cover up. "Well technically I am still a virgin only because no guy has pushed his penis up my vagina. But I think that my hymen was broken last month at the race in Boston." "That happens to us girl bike riders. But I understand that it is probably not completely broken, just stretched or a little torn." "You know I have always had a crush on your brother. He is the main reason I keep coming to these events. Until now, he has treated me like another sister. I hope after he sees me naked, he will change his mind. I am ready for him to be my first." "What about your brother?" "Well every Sunday all he can talk about on the way home is you. He thinks you are really something and has asked me to tell him what your tits look like and what color your pubic hair is." "Well, I have noticed Mike but he has never made any move on me. I am sure that if he had, he would have at least got a kiss good night." "That settles it, you mentioned two alternative sleeping arrangements, I plan to sleep with Tom if you are willing to go to bed with Mike. For me, I expect Tom to fuck me and what you and Mike do is up to you. I would really appreciate if you would stay with me though. After we are done, I will sleep with you or Mike." "Can I make a suggestion?" Jan smiled and said, "sure." "If you plan to have sex tonight, I would suggest you trim that hair along your vaginal lips. A long hair between a hard man and your sensitive folds is very uncomfortable. Besides, your curly hair covers up a third of your secret places. Only your nipples are really exposed." Jan searched for her brother's shaver. She laid down on the bed with her legs spread wide. "We are sort of in a hurry, would you help me?" I took the shaver and began the delicate job of trimming around the entrance to her vagina. I first spread her lips with my fingers and I felt plenty of lubrication on my fingers. When I had finished with Jan's trim, I walked toward the bathroom, "I need to wipe myself again, I can already feel my legs getting damp, or let's make that wet." Jan and I quickly pulled on our shoes. We grabbed our gloves and helmets as we walked out the door. Tom got my bike out of the back of the truck and we walked towards the parking lot which was the starting line for all the races. Instead of following a trial through the woods, tonight's race would be around the block. As we neared the start, the crowd was starting grow and it was obviously mostly male. They were getting excited about seeing several naked girls ride bikes around the block. Tom and I arrived at the check in table and waited for three other girls to check in. Mike brought Jan's bike and before we could walk to the check in desk, he said. "Sis, I am proud of you. It takes guts to be in this race." The rules were that the participants would stay near the check in desk until the minimum of five girls were signed in and the starter was ready. As usual, Jan and I signed a waiver sheet and the steward used a grease pencil to write a number on our arms. Within five minutes, eight girls were signed in and there would definitely be a race. The starter blew the air horn, which signaled that the riders should move to the starting line. In our case, it also meant we should remove what ever clothing we had on. I closed my eyes and raised the shirt above my head. As soon as the hem of the shirt reached my waist, the electronic flashes started to light up the place. By the time I could see, all but one of the girls was naked and ready to go. Jan stood beside me and made no attempt to cover her breasts or pubic area. The last girl finally dropped her bra and I lead the eight naked females to the starting line. I walked along side of my bike and made no effort to cover up. I wore my helmet and dark glasses to somewhat hide my face from all the cameras. Last year, the girl racer's pictures were on the internet at several different sites. My body was reacting to the situation, my nipples were fully extended and I could feel more moisture between my thighs. I looked over at Jan and could see that she was also becoming visibly aroused. Normally, the starter took about five minutes to start the race after the participants were lined up at the starting line. This race took longer; the starter had a box with slips of paper indicating a starting position. I drew the third position. While, we were standing and awaiting the start, I turned to Tom, "well what do you think of Jan. She told me that you are the reason she decided to do this. I guess she wanted you to finally notice her." "She is more than I thought. Those baggy shirts and pants do not give justice to her body. Oh yes, Mike seems to be enjoying your charms. By the way, I can tell you are enjoying it, your legs are looking a little damp." He then kissed me lightly on the cheek and patted me on the butt as he wished my luck. We all walked our bikes to the line and waited for the signal from the starter to mount our bikes. As we waited, the flash shots continued. Fortunately, most of the flash units were not powerful enough to overcome the darkness and the resulting images would be dark. Our bikes were standard racing bikes so we all had to swing a leg over the seat no step through designs. I am sure the guys to our right enjoyed the view between our legs. Tom held my bike steady as I settled into the seat and got my shoe clips attached to the pedals. Mike was doing the same for Jan. Finally the starter counted down and the race was on. The girl to my right jumped off to an early lead but quickly faltered after the first hundred years. Jan was to my left and we were leading the field into the last turn. I remembered to downshift as we came into the corner and was able to out accelerate Jan to the finish line. After crossing the finish line, I slowed down and turned around to go back to the winner's circle. Instead of heading for Tom, I guided the bike towards Mike. Mike steadied my bike as I slipped my feet from the clips and again swung a leg over the seat. Mike was standing to my right and had an up close view between my legs. Jan had headed for Tom who held the bike as she freed her feet from the pedals. This time Tom blocked the view between her legs but like Mike got a close up view between her legs. The organizer and the event sponsor came towards me with the trophy and a box of prizes for me and a smaller set for Jan. Jan and I made no effort to cover up as we accepted our trophies. Tom and Mike took the prize boxes. Jan and I raised the trophies over our heads in victory. The girl friend of the organizer came over to us and said we could now get dressed. Tom handed me my tee shirt and I walked several paces before I pulled it over my head. Jan held her shirt and reached up and kissed Tom lightly on the lips. Jan gave Tom a big smile as she raised her arms and pulled the shirt over her head as she stood in front of my brother. Tom walked beside me with my bike as we headed back to the motel. When the crowd had thinned, he told me, "congratulations on your victory, unfortunately you can't show the trophy to mom and dad. It says that you won the Naked Criteria." I only smiled at the news. "Mom would be OK, dad thinks I am still his little girl." At the motel he and Mike put the bikes away as waited for them. As we walked to the pool area for the party, he spoke again, "you two really smell good." "Thank you, but I am a little sweaty. I didn't think you guys liked the smell of a girl's perspiration." "I was not talking about you; I was talking about your bike seats. They had a smell that was good enough to eat." I again hit him in the arm and Jan said, "Anytime big boy, you know where it came from." We all laughed as we walked onto the pool deck. The crowd cheered when we appeared and several of the guys suggested that we take off our shirts again. I smiled and continued to walk to the table that Jan was holding for us. Jan sat next to Tom and I purposely sat close enough to Mike so that our bare legs were touching. I noticed that Jan had moved closer to Tom who in response had put his arm around her shoulders. A couple of times I noticed that Tom's finger tips seemed to be touching Jan's breast. I also made no effort to keep the hem of my shirt pulled down. I noticed that Mike had noticed my indiscretion and after an hour was able to see the upper part of my pubic hair. He then put his arm around my back and casually let his hand touch the side of my breast. Finally, the crowd was starting to disperse and I leaned over to Jan and said, "It's time to get naked again, we will lead at least two others to the pool." Jan turned to her brother and said. "Well guys its time for us to get to see all of you." Jan looked at me and reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. I quickly followed her lead and we ran both ran across the deck and jumped into the pool. The feeling of being naked in front of others got me going again and I felt a lot of moisture run down my leg as I ran to the pool. Tom pulled off his shirt and pants and joined us in the pool. Mike was a little hesitant but moved quickly to catch up. By now everyone was aware of what Jan and I did. Some of the girls started taking off their clothes while their boy friends didn't know where to look first. Twenty girls joined Jan and I in the pool and immediately started to encourage the others to join them. Mike and Tom encouraged the guys to join us. Finally, everyone was naked and in the pool. Tom and Jan continued to be interested in only each other. Mike came over to me and playfully pushed on my arm. Again, his fingers touched the side of breast for an instant. He seemed to enjoy being with me and I was looking forward to later in the room. As usual, when a group of college kids are in a pool, whether dressed or naked, a battle of horse always starts. Jan climbed up on Mike's shoulders and pressed her naked pubes into his neck. I jumped on Mikes back and pushed him down so I could get up on his shoulders. Mike was tall enough so that I was all but out of the water. It was a real stimulus to feel his neck rubbing across my already stimulated sexual center. Mike took the opportunity to touch the inside of my thigh as well as the outside. Tom and Jan approached us and initiated the battle by trying to knock us over. Jan pushed on my shoulders and then reached down and gently twisted one of my nipples. Her intent was to get my hand occupied and not try to push her away. Tom reached up from below and put his hand on my inner thigh. When Mike lunged forward, Tom's hand slipped in between Mike's neck and the top of my thigh. Tom and Jan were pushed from the rear by another couple and for a moment turned to ward off the attack. Jan's bare bottom was right in front of Mike's face. He moved his hand from my thigh and gently patted his sister's bottom. After being out of the water, my lubricating juices were now flowing onto Mike's neck. In fact, I began to slip down and Mike was forced to pull me back into position. He turned his head, and with a smile said. "I don't know if I can hold you, with all that slippery lubrication." Just as Mike finished, Jan pushed on my breasts and Mike and I fell over backwards. While we were underwater, we got turned around and Mike's mouth covered my vaginal lips. When we were both standing up, he licked his lips and said something sure tastes good in the water. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his rapidly expanding manhood. I leaned forward and kissed him with my lips parted. His tongue quickly began to search my mouth and check for any cavities in my teeth. I returned the favor and for several minutes we stood in a lip lock. We broke the kiss and Mike took my hand and led me out of the pool. It was getting cold and wanted to dry off with the towel. Mike took the towel from me and began to rub down my backside. When my back was dry, I turned around and faced Mike. "You're not done yet." Mike then proceeded to dry my arms then my shoulders, then my legs, my neck and finally he rubbed down my chest. I took another towel and returned the favor for him. I waited until the last moment to cup his family jewels and his rapidly growing penis. "You better cover that up, some of the other girls might be jealous and attack you." Mike then wrapped the towel around his waist. I didn't bother or want to cover up as I continued to enjoy being naked. Finally, Tom got tired and let Jan slip down his back. I am sure Jan made sure her breasts slid down his back before she was able to stand. Tom turned around and pulled Jan to him. He leaned over and kissed her softly. Jan put her hands in back of his head, pulling him closer as she parted her lips. Tom put his hand around Jan's waist and held her bottom as he led her to the steps leading out of the pool. Without moving his hand, he guided her to our table where Mike and I were waiting. Without a word, Jan and I lead the guys towards the room. Without thinking, I walked into the lobby naked and headed down the hallway to our room. When we were in the room, I reached down and loosened Mike's towel which had been hiding a now fully erect penis. Tom was also nearly fully extended and his penis slapped against Jan when she pressed against him for another kiss. Jan ended the kiss and turned around. She leaned back into Tom while he put his hands on her stomach. She reached down and pulled Tom's hand up to her breasts and looked straight at her brother. "Mike, I am a virgin but I have decided to lose my cherry to Tom here if he will do me the honor. Now, you can take a walk while we make love or you can stay and watch us. I really would like you and Jessica with us." I turned to Mike, "how about you and I showing your sister my brother how it is done before she takes Tom into her body." Mike gave me a big smile and pushed me down on the bed. He pushed my knees apart and got down on his knees. "You have been teasing me all night with your body, juices and smells. Now I want to check the source out up close." With that Mike kissed my sex and began to gently lick my moisture. His hands moved to my breasts and concentrated on my sensitive nipples. I was already aroused and his sudden actions were just what I wanted. Jan was sitting on Tom's lap with her head on his shoulder. I looked over at him, "are you sure you want to watch your little sister get fucked?' Tom's smile was the last thing I remembered before my body erupted in a violent spasms that centered in my groin. Mike had trouble keeping his lips in contact with my vaginal lips. When I had calmed down he started me up again by taking my engorged clit into his mouth. Within seconds I was again in ecstasy and moving my head on the bed. Mike let me move freely and when I calmed down, he pushed me up onto the bed. Again he spread my legs and slipped in between my knees. His manhood was only inches from engorged sex, in my haste I reached down and pulled him to the entrance of my vagina. Mike held back. "Do we need protection?" "No, I just finished my period Thursday." With that he pushed into me and because of my arousal slipped all the way in with virtually no effort. I was now aware enough to contract my klegal muscles. Mike's eyes widened as he felt my vagina squeeze his member. Mike moved in and out with a very deliberate stroke until his crisis overtook him. He then speeded up his thrusting into me until he finally groaned and pushed even further into me. To my surprise I responded with a very pleasant but not large orgasm that coincided with Mike's shooting his juices deep into my belly. Unlike my previous two lovers, Mike did not immediately go soft and slip out of me. Instead he rolled us on our sides while keeping his manhood buried in me. When we settled I finally noticed our audience. My brother was now caressing Jan's breast and had a hand between her legs. Mike smiled at me, "that was beautiful." I smiled back at him. Jan's eyes were glazed and was obviously in the midst of coming down from a very strong orgasm. It was all she could do to look with loving eyes at Tom. Mike finally slipped out of me and as he did a slurping sound was heard by all. A flood of liquids followed him out of my vagina. Within seconds of his exit, my leg was wet with our juices. Mike was now fully aware and kissed me gently. "Let me clean you up." I assumed that he would get up and get a towel and wipe up the mess between my legs. Instead, he repositioned himself so that his head was again between my thighs. He leaned forward and gently started to lick up the remains of our love making. His touch felt so soft and wonderful, I could only take a few seconds of his efforts before I again tensed and enjoyed another release. That made four in less than an hour, this more than doubled my lifetime orgasms from a man. Tom had now laid Jan on her back and was intently doing to Jan what Mike had just done between my legs. Jan's body again was racked with spasms which Tom enjoyed by watching the smile come to Jan's face. When, she finally settled down, she looked into Tom's eyes and said, "I am ready, please be gentle." Mike rolled over behind me and pulled me towards him. With one hand on my breast and the other around my waist, we were in position to have a front row seat to watch our have sex. In preparation, Tom rolled towards us and pulled Jan onto his stomach. He looked into her eyes and in a gentle voice said. "The first time it is better for you if you are on top." Jan smiled and relaxed into Tom's arms. Tom held her for a few minutes and finally pushed her upper body into a sitting position on his stomach. "Now rise up on your knees and position yourself over my erection." Jan followed Tom's instructions until the tip of his penis was just touching the entrance to her tunnel. "Do we need some protection?" "No, my period should start tomorrow. I hope I don't make a mess in the bed when we go sleep." As she spoke, she reached down, grasped his manhood and positioned it at her opening. "Now, you are in charge, drop down when you are ready and only go as fast as you want." Tom's reassurance gave Jan confidence and she slowly dropped down. The head of Tom's penis disappeared into Jan's vagina. Jan smiled and again let her hips down. Tom and Jan both felt a resistance. A smile came over Jan and she said in a loud voice, "I really am a virgin." With that, she pushed downward again. A grimace crossed face followed by an instant smile as we all realized that she was now really a woman and the remnants of the symbol of her being a young girl was now completely shredded and torn. Tom realized that he had broken through her barrier and from her smile he knew she was ready to finish. He helped her by lifting up her hips so that he could slide out of her sheath. As she pushed down, Tom pushed up which started a rhythm for their thrusts. Jan's eyes again glazed over and her head began to move side to side. As her head moved faster, her lower body no longer was able to help. Tom realized the situation and gently rolled Jan onto her back. With Tom now on top and in control, he began a slow but deliberate thrusting. Jan continued to loose control and finally let out a grown and went completely limp. Tom nearly slipped out of her as she totally collapsed onto the bed. Instead of continuing to thrust into a corpse, Tom rolled onto his side and pulled Jan into his arms. Within moments, Tom signaled to us that she was asleep in his arms. Tom was still fully erect and had no one to give him relief except himself. Mike realized the situation and whispered in my ear. "Go over and take care of your brother, I'll keep a spot warm for you here." At first, I did not realize what Mike was suggesting. When I figured it out, I slipped out of Mike's arms and stepped over to the bed. My plan for my brother consisted of giving him a blow job till he could release his sperm. I leaned over and put my mouth around my brother penis. I began to move up and down trying to create the necessary friction Tom needed. After my efforts proved to be awkward and probably ineffective, Tom asked. "Could I make love to you?" My body was ready for another round but my mind said that oral sex was a lot less of a sin with your brother. Finally, my body took over and rolled over beside Tom and spread my legs. Tom took my action as an invitation and immediately positioned himself so that he could enter my body in the missionary position. Thankfully, Tom wasted no time in slipping into me. I am sure he did not want to give me any more time to think about what we were about to do. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist and I helped him push into my waiting body. Neither of us could last very long and as if our mother had signaled it was time to come in, he started to spray his seed into my vagina. I joined him as soon as I felt his warmth and again enjoyed a very pleasant release. Tom leaned over and gave me a brotherly kiss on the lips. I parted my lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. We remained locked together until he slipped out of my body. As our lips parted, we smiled at each other and from our expressions; we conveyed a very deep love for each other. Tom sat back and let me crawl out from under him. As I moved I bumped into Jan who only moaned and continued to sleep. I immediately slipped into bed with Mike. This time he did not offer to clean me up. Instead, we settled into each other's arms and shared the wet spot on the bed. I woke up first and found Mike's arm around me giving my head a soft pillow and giving me a sense of protection. As I laid there enjoying the feeling of security, I realized that maybe Mike and I had something more between us than an erect penis and lubricated vagina. For the first time in my life I felt the first tingles of love between a man and a woman. I looked over at my brother and Jan. I thought about what we had done together last night. I know it is wrong in every way, but I would do it again. Tom moved and Jan's eyes opened. Tom looked into her eyes and gave her a wonderful loving smile. Jan smiled back. "I know we did some thing. I feel a little sore down there but I also feel so wonderfully relaxed." Tom did not mention that Jan had gone to sleep but instead started to caress her face and spread little kisses all over her face. Tom moved his hand down Jan's stomach until his fingers touched the wiry hair of Jan's sexual center. As a gentleman he stopped and made no effort to touch Jan's sex. Jan reached down and pushed his hand downward so that her mons was covered with his hand. His gentle touches produced an instant reaction with Jan. Her face became so peaceful that I knew she was thrilled by Tom's attention. Finally, she was ready. "Tom, please love me again." Jan spread her legs and Tom moved into position. His erect penis slipped easily into vagina and again resumed thrusting into Jan's body. Jan reacted with awkward hip movements that finally turned into a proper female thrust towards her thrusting lover. Tom continued on with his pace speeding up as time and need dictated. Finally, Tom pushed into Jan and was obviously depositing his seed in her for the first time. Jan also seemed to be overcome with a release that resulted in a look of satisfaction on her face. Subconsciously, Jan must have realized that she was really now a woman. Tom held her for several minutes and just as his flaccid penis slipped out of Jan, she screamed in obvious pain. Her hand immediately went to her lower abdomen and pushed inward. When the initial pain had subsided, Jan rolled to the side of the bed and put her feet on the floor. It was then that I noticed that her vagina was flowing blood that was running down her leg. As I watched Jan calmly stood up, placed her hand over her vagina and hurried to the bathroom. In a few minutes, Jan came back in the room with all remnants of her recent problem gone. I did notice a tell tale string hanging down which confirmed that Jan's period had started. She walked to the bed and took Tom's hands in hers. "Thank you, you were so gentle and I feel so good knowing that you were my first." She then pulled Tom up onto his feet. "Come on we need a shower. I can't make love but we can still enjoy each other." As Tom and Jan disappeared into the bathroom, Mike moved to let me know that he was awake. He kissed my ear and whispered to me. "How are you, do you feel as good as you look and feel to me." I smiled, "yes, I feel wonderful. This is the first time I have awakened with a lover. I am a little sore down there but if you are gentle, I want you inside me again." With that Mike began to caress me. Only a few caresses had me stimulated and ready again. As a gift to Mike, I rolled onto my stomach and raised my buttocks. As Mike entered me from behind, he seemed to appreciate that I let him do me doggy style. This was my first time with the man behind and above me. The feeling of him entering me was really nice and the slap of his testicles felt so different. Mike knew enough to reach under and caress my clit and after only a few gentle touches, I had a mind blowing climax. The worst part about it was that my arms collapsed and my face slammed into the pillow. As I pushed with my arms Mike pushed into me and stopped. I then found another advantage of my butt being up in the air when having sex. The juices didn't start running out immediately after my partner slipped out of my body. I collapsed flat on the bed with Mike laying partially on me. We laid there with our limbs intertwined. Mike whispered in my ear, "You are really special." Just then, Tom and Jan came out of the bathroom and announced that the shower was warmed up and ready. Mike led me into the bathroom. While, he adjusted the water, I sat on the toilet and emptied my bladder. I guess Mike really was someone special; this was the first person to ever see me pee as an adult. Mike pulled me up and I stepped into the shower, he then went to the bathroom. I had seen Tom pee before but this was an intimacy I had never shared with any else. In the shower, Mike continued to gently touch me and caress my body. His washing efforts were secondary to his explorations. Before he finally reached between my legs I looked down and saw a real mess of in and around in my pubic hair. His hands moved slowly over my most sensitive areas until I was clean again. I returned the favor and for my efforts, a hard shaft poked into my back and stomach. When we were all clean and dressed, we packed our belongings and headed for the motel lobby. Tom took care of checking us out while the rest of us headed for the snack bar for breakfast. Mike and Tom were dressed in their racing shorts which were skin tight and gave Jan and I a wonderful vision of what we knew was inside. Jan and I kidded our brothers that they would probably not do well since they used up all their energy on us. To everyone's surprise Tom finished second in his first race while Mike won his. Since they both had now qualified for the final race, we waited another hour for the other races to finish. Tom and Mike finally did run out of energy and finished well back in the pack. Jan and I met the guys and we gave hugs all around. It was now time to leave our new friends but before we said our good byes, Mike and I spent some time in quiet conversation. I told him that I really enjoyed being with him. With a smile, I told him how much I appreciated his efforts to bring me pleasure. After making plans for the next race and exchanging numbers, I pulled Mike's face down to mine and kissed him with all my heart, tongue and teeth. With a smile and a wave, Tom and I walked to the truck and headed for the interstate. Neither of us spoke for several miles. Finally, the silence got to me and I said, "Tom that was the most wonderful night ever. Jan and Mike are great to be with and share some fun. Maybe it was not just fun, but the early stages of love." Tom looked over at me and his smile and his eyes, let me know he agreed. After establishing his feelings, I started a series of questions. "First, mom and dad will not hear about anything that happened this weekend. Second, I want to keep my trophy as a closet item. Someday I will show it to mom. Third, I mentioned to Jan that we should all share a room next week in Springfield." Tom nodded his head in agreement before saying, "Mike and I have it arranged." "Now I need your support." I looked at Tom and he turned his head towards me. "Were you proud, embarrassed or jealous when I walked out to the starting line in the nude? Before you answer, I really enjoyed it. I could feel the power my naked body had over the guys who were watching." With a smile, Tom took hold of my hand before saying, "I was really proud of you. First, it took some guts, you proved that you are proud of your body and finally I sort of wished that you were not my sister." "What about Jan?" "I really didn't know what to think. I had seen Jan many times and enjoyed talking with her a few times. However, I was hesitant to try to get any closer in front of her brother. I also did not realize how great a body she had. Normally she wears sweats and loose tees that pretty much covered up her assets. The only thing I knew was that her legs were cute and she had slim hips. I had no idea whether she was a 32A or 36C on top. Mike said about the same thing about you. He was always afraid to hit on you in front of his sister and me." "OK, when we got back to the room. Were you curious, ashamed or turned on when Mike and I started to have sex." "Well at first, I felt protective of you and then concerned that I was watching a couple make love, especially my sister. By the time he was inside you, I was enjoying watching a couple trying to please each other. The fact you were my sister did not cross my mind. At least once, I imagined getting sloppy seconds after Mike. I apologize for those thoughts but you are a very attractive woman, even if you are my sister." "Were you embarrassed to have Mike and I watch you with Jan?" "No, by then all the sex and nudity of the evening had broken through my normal feelings. I also knew that Jan wanted you and Mike to be with us when I took her maidenhead. In fact, if you two had left, she would probably have called it off." "Was Jan all you expected?" "Well she was my second virgin. The first one was your buddy Jennie. She was so nervous that I could barely find her vagina. I am sure that everyone thinks she is so sophisticated but I can tell you that when she lost her cherry she acted like a preteen. Now Jan was entirely different, she definitely wanted me to be her first and was willing to do anything to please me. I did not tell her that she went to sleep before I finished." "This morning you saw Jan in a woman's most embarrassing moment. She was naked in bed with her first lover and her body suddenly started gushing blood all over the bed and her legs." "I really felt sorry for her and I wished that I could have helped her. Later, when you and Mike were in the shower, she apologized for the mess. I told her not to worry it is part of life and I hoped that I would get a chance to see it again. At first she thought I was making fun of her. Then she realized what I was really saying. She then put her arms around me and told me that she hoped I would." For the next several miles, neither one of us said anything because both of us knew that the only question was what happen between us. Tom finally looked at me, smiled and said. "About what happened between us, first, I apologize for it happening. I was the one with the problem and I should have taken care of it myself. Now about having sex with you; I really enjoyed having sex with you. You are a fantastic lover. I also got a surge from the fact that it is forbidden pleasure. Like I said before, if you were not my sister the number one goal in my life would have been to make you love me. Now, that we have been intimate, I am ashamed only if you are upset. Otherwise, in the future I will not expect you climb into my bed every time we are alone. However, if you should, I assure you that you will be most welcome." I did not respond immediately as I thought about what Tom had said. "Oh yes, believe it or not, while Jan and I were watching you and Mike, she asked if I thought it would be alright if she and Mike had sex someday." "How ironic what she said. My first reaction when I got back in bed with Mike was my brother had needed help and I helped him. It did not register with me at first that we had done something that was so horrible in the view of so many. Only later when you were a sleep did I begin to worry about what you would think. I assumed that you would blame me for being the aggressor. I am so glad you accept it for what it was, a sister helping her brother. As to your technique, if you were not my brother I would leave off the panties in the hope you would want to explore me. I sure did not want to interfere with your efforts. Now, we are faced with the future. If Mike had not been there, I would have loved to have curled up beside you and slept with you at my side. As to next week, next month, I do not expect that we would sleep together every night. However, if we are going to share a motel room in the future, one bed will be sufficient. Now if some dingy girl gives you blue balls, I am ready and willing to help you, anyway I can." Tom squeezed my hand and gave me a wonderful smile. I reached over and gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek. We never again talked about our having sex. However, on many occasions we slept together and masturbated our selves as well as each other. Never again did Tom enter my body with his manhood and leave a deposit of his semen. Instead, he blew his load on my stomach and in my mouth several times a year. I also enjoyed the pleasure that his wonderful tongue gave me as he kissed and caressed my most sexual place.

Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool bycutiegirl4004© Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt. 01 My best girlfriend, Lindsay lives with her husband Ron in a beautiful home about a quarter mile from where I live. Her backyard consists of a screened-in porch that covers a kidney-shaped pool with a built-in spa. Normally, we alternate visits to each others' pools for sunning, swimming, and an ample tasting of our favorite wines while enjoying the privacy the fences around our yards provide from prying eyes. The difference is that Lindsay has two young children, so when we swim at her house, we have to keep our bikinis on, whereas at my place, if the kids and her husband are not around, it's swimsuit-optional for both of us - which means no swimsuits because we never wear them when it's just the two of us at my pool. Unfortunately, my pool developed a crack and required a total repair and refinish, which meant it would be unavailable for swimming for about two weeks. Fortunately, Lindsay and her family had planned to travel from their Florida home to a vacation resort in South Carolina for the same two weeks. Lindsay asked me to keep an eye on the place, which included picking up the mail, checking inside to be sure there were no leaky pipes, and taking care of her pool. Since I worked during the week, it was no big deal to stop off on the way home, pick up the mail and check things out. Then it occurred to me. This situation presented an opportunity. I'd always been fascinated by being nude in places I shouldn't be nude. I remember one time I was on a business trip and decided to stay the weekend in my otherwise deserted but safe hotel. I was actually one of five guests in a 100-room place and my fellow guests must have been working because I didn't see them the whole weekend. This aloneness gave me the opportunity to walked from my room to the pool and hot tub wearing only a towel and I was able to swim and hot tub nude totally undisturbed. I don't know if I was unseen but if the desk clerk saw me on the security cameras, he never said anything. I even walked down my hall with my towel draped over my arm wearing just a smile. It felt wonderful! Needless to say, I'm glad I brought my friend Mr. Vibe with me on this trip! There were plenty of opportunities for more nude adventures but that's not what this story is about. The first night Lindsay, Ron and the kids were away, I drove straight to their house, picked up the mail, opened the front door, turned off the alarm, and went inside. Immediately, I noticed something seemed odd. The house was borderline hot, as if the AC wasn't working. I placed the mail on the kitchen table and checked the thermostat, discovering that while the AC was on, it was set to 85, no doubt to save on electricity. Rather than reprogram the thermostat, I stripped down to my panties and bra and continued my rounds, checking every water source for leaks. Thankfully, everything was fine. Still dressed only in panties and bra, I went outside to check on the pool. It was a hot, humid evening, typical of Florida in the summer and the temperature outside was only slightly more comfortable than the temperature inside. Thankfully, all was well at the pool as the filter was running and circulating the water as it should have. As I turned around to go back into the house, I saw an envelope taped to the mini-fridge. It had my name on it. I opened it and read the note. "Sandra, Thanks so much for taking care of the house while we are on vacation. Inside the fridge, you'll find several bottles of our favorite fine cabernet merlot. These are for you as is the use of the pool. So, sip, strip, and take a dip. Hopefully, your pool will be fixed by the time we get back and we can spend some time together there. Hugs, Lindsay." How nice, I thought. I opened the fridge, took out a bottle of wine, opened it, and poured myself a glass. I sipped. A fine vintage, I thought. The wine warmed me even more than the weather. With nowhere to go but home, I finished the first glass, poured another, and set it down on the small table next to a lounge chair. Then, I went back inside to get a couple of towels. Once inside, I undid my bra and slipped off my panties, placing them neatly with the other clothes I had worn that day. With my towels in hand, I went back outside, fully nude. I experienced a wondrous feeling standing there as the evening breeze wafted over my uncovered body. I lay one towel on the lounge chair and sat down comfortably, continuing my own personal naked wine fest. The second glass was making me warm, so I went over to the steps of the pool and sat down on the edge. The water felt so refreshing on my feet. I just had to go all the way in. I put my glass down and waded away from the steps. The water temperature was perfect and felt so good all over my body. Immediately, I swam to one of the jets on the side by the spill-away spa and straddled it. The pulsing water felt so good on my clit. I came almost immediately. I relaxed a little while longer in the water, finished my wine and then dried off by the lounge chair. It had turned dark now and I knew that I had to get home and get ready for my next day at work. I went inside, locked the back door and hung the wet towels in the pool bath. Completely dry now, I started to put on my panties and then stopped. Why should I get dressed just to drive a quarter-mile home? I scooped up all my clothes, set the alarm, locked the front door and gingerly walked to my car, fully nude. The quarter-mile from Lindsay's house to mine was dark as there are no lights of any kind on that stretch of road. Still, the ride home in the nude was exciting for me. Would I encounter any neighbors out for an evening stroll? Would I pass another car and the driver would see me? I couldn't decide which excited me more - the idea of possibly being seen driving my car in the nude or getting away with not being seen No sooner had I gotten home then my phone beeped. It was a text message from Lindsay. "I forgot to tell you that Ron had internet security cameras installed in the house, overlooking the pool, and facing the front door. He said thanks for the show." There was a smiley face at the end. Oh my, I thought, feeling a wetness between my legs that needed to be satisfied. I texted back, "If he liked that, tell him to tune in tomorrow, same time. You can watch, too!" Smiley face at the end. Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt. 02 After spending the evening taking care of my girlfriend Lindsay's house and pool, I discovered that she and her husband, Ron had been watching me skinny-dipping via their internet security cameras while they were on vacation in South Carolina. When I got home, I sat down (still nude) in front of my computer and checked my email. There was one from Lindsay, with a private link to a You Tube video of me at her home, sipping wine on the patio wearing only my panties and bra, going back into the house, stripping off my clothes, going out to the pool area again, and then going for the aforementioned nude swim. My initial thought was, "I look really good naked," and then, "but my backstroke needs some work." I also realized that the video was pure voyeur material with little to no eye contact, obviously because I had no idea I was on camera or where the cameras were. Or that I was being recorded. Since the weekend was here and I had the next day off, I texted a very close girlfriend from work (her name is Debbie) to see if she wanted to get together for an afternoon barbecue at Lindsay and Ron's house and a dip in their pool. I explained that since my pool was still under renovation and I was house-watching for them, I had their permission to sun, swim, and consume large quantities of wine from their refrigerator. Although Debbie didn't know Lindsay or Ron, she loved to swim and was a huge fan of wine. With not much else on her agenda - her husband was overseas on a long business trip and they had no children living at home - Debbie enthusiastically agreed to join me. The weather forecast for mid-90-degree temperatures also may have influenced her. It's worth mentioning that although Debbie is 45 years old and has had a couple of children, she still has a fabulous hourglass figure with dancer's legs, a full bosom, and - I've overheard guys at the office say this - "a really nice ass." I'd never say this out loud but she does have the ass I wish I had! It must have been all that dancing she did at the theme parks when she was younger. However, since Debbie is also somewhat of a prude, she rarely flaunts any of her attributes, other than occasionally plopping her breasts on the conference room table when she leans forward to listen to what someone is saying. And she always dresses business conservatively. The next afternoon, Debbie parked her car at my house and we took mine for the short drive over to Lindsay and Ron's. Debbie wore shorts and a tank top and had a bikini on underneath. I was in a T-shirt and shorts with no bra. Debbie probably assumed I kept a swimsuit at Lindsay's because I told Debbie I had been there the night before and had gone for a dip in the pool. I didn't tell her I had dipped fully nude. As we slowly drove up to the front door, I made a mental note of the two security cameras overlooking the entrance. One had a full view of the front door and the other looked out from the house to where I was about to park my car. I made sure that the car was centered in the camera's field of view. I picked up the mail, opened the front door, turned off the alarm, and we went inside. "Wow, it's hot in here," said Debbie. "They keep the AC on 80 when they're not home," I replied. "We'll be more comfortable sitting outside with the ceiling fans on." We went into the kitchen where I got a couple of glasses from the cabinet and a bottle of merlot from the fridge. I poured each of us a glass and we toasted sunshine and friendship. It was then that I told her there were security cameras everywhere, but Ron self-monitored them so it wasn't like the whole world could see us. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she commented that it made her feel safer. While I checked around the house to make sure everything was okay, Debbie was busily tossing the nice green salad she had brought for lunch. She had stripped down to her bikini, draping her shirt and shorts over a chair. "Smile for Ron and Lindsay," I said. "We're on camera." Debbie laughed. "It's no big deal. I wear this bikini to the beach and at the Y pool all the time. There's even a few of me in this string on my Facebook page." "Oh, that's right," I said. I spotted another one of the cameras under the cabinet above the refrigerator. I'm sure that when Ron viewed the security footage from the kitchen, he would enjoy the sight of Debbie removing her clothes, even if she didn't take everything off. "Is it always this hot in here when you come over?" asked Debbie. She was visibly perspiring. "Always," I replied, "But I have a secret to tell you, Debbie." Debbie took another sip of wine and her ears perked up. She loved secrets. "What?" I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and draped it over one of the kitchen chairs. My breasts moved freely now and my nipples were erect. Then, I undid the button on my shorts and slipped them off. I wasn't wearing panties. "It's always so hot here, I don't wear anything when I come over." Debbie almost spit up her wine. Her eyes widened and she stammered a bit. "Oh, I...you didn't say...I didn't know that! And you don't care if the owner sees you naked?" "Ron and Lindsay saw me last night." Debbie didn't quite know what to make of that. I took another sip of merlot, put my glass on the kitchen table, and winked at the security camera. "If it bothers you, I can cover up with a towel. I don't have a bikini here." "No, no!" she said, taking a rather long sip of wine from her glass. "You dress - or undress - however you like." She took another sip of wine. "But aren't you afraid their neighbors might see you?" "Not a chance," I replied. "The house windows are coated with a material that deflects the sun and also makes it impossible to see inside. And they have a 10-foot high wall surrounding the pool and patio area." "Oh," said Debbie squirming a little on her lounge chair. "So, you will be nude the whole time we're here?" I smiled. "Only if you don't object." She didn't. We cooked a couple of hamburgers on the grill and boiled some corn for lunch, which went nicely with the salad. As the afternoon got hotter, we decided to stay outside on the back porch in a pair of lounge chairs sipping glasses of merlot and chatting about everything under the sun. By now, we'd both used a lot of sunscreen and consumed a considerable amount of merlot. I was feeling very mellow. I noticed that Debbie staggered a bit when she got up to refill her now-empty wine glass and her bikini bottom stuck to the back of her chair. "I can see why you'd go around wearing nothing in this heat," said Debbie, slurring some of her words. "It's worse at night, especially with the humidity," I replied. Debbie reached up behind her back, pulled the string on her bikini top and let it fall off into her lap. Stunned that my prudish co-worker was now walking around topless outdoors, I shouted "Debbie!" and pointed to one of the pool area security cameras. It was looking directly at us. Debbie jiggled her 36C boobs side to side and blew a kiss in the direction of the camera. When Debbie sat back down with her wine, her boobs bounced noticeably. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She sighed noticeably. Then, she drank the entire glass of wine I had just poured for her. "You have to promise not to tell my husband." Her slurring got worse. "Promise what?" I asked. Debbie undid the strings on her bikini bottom, took it off and tossed it and her top into the pool. I never expected her to be completely shaved down there! "Oopsy!" she said, feigning surprise. "I think I'm drunk and nude outside now." She jumped into the shallow end of the pool, splashed around a bit, and slowly made her way back out to the lounge chairs. Then, Debbie pointed her index finger at me. "You have to promise me you won't tell my husband I got drunk and took my bikini off outside, went skinny dipping, and blew a kiss at a security camera being watched by some guy and his wife that I don't even know who." Debbie's speech and her correct use of grammar were both very slurred right now. Then, she lay back in her lounger and began fingering the nipples of her breasts with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other! I didn't expect her to do that! "Debbie, you do know you're being watched and recorded," I said, trying to be sure there was no doubt in her mind that she was masturbating on camera. "Who cares? I don't know them!" Debbie had three fingers inside herself now. "My husband has been away so long and this feels sooooo gooood!" When it's this hot, everyone in the neighborhood keeps their windows closed and their air conditioners running so that their houses stay cool and comfortable. At that moment, I was hoping that no one was sitting outside because in a short while Debbie was moaning very, very loudly, culminating in one of the the loudest orgasms ever recorded. I have to admit, the whole thing got me very turned on. Debbie, meanwhile, seemed to have exhaust herself. She had passed out on her lounge chair, her fingers still inside her. A moment later, I got a text message. It was from Lindsay's husband, Ron. RON: Lindsay took the kids to the play place they have here at the hotel. I'm in the room. Saw the whole thing. I should go clean up. Smiley face. Smiley face. Smiley face. But I have a feeling, the second act is about to start. Smiley face. Smiley face. Smiley face. I rubbed my clit, took a selfie from the waist down, and texted it to him with a message: ME: You're so right! Smiley face. Smiley face. Smile face. Awhile later, Debbie woke up. We both cooled off in the pool, enjoying the spa jets for some hands free play. When it was time to go home, I suggested, just for fun that we drive back to my place naked. Debbie agreed. We both left our clothes at Lindsay and Ron's, enjoyed the naked car ride home, and agreed to come back to my girlfriend's pool the next day for more wine, more sun, and more personal fun! Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt. 03 After a day of naked fun in Lindsay and Ron's pool with my friend Debbie (see Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt. 2), I waited until the very large quantity of wine we both had consumed had worn off (at least for me) before driving back to my place. Night had fallen by then and Debbie was still pleasantly drunk, so it didn't take much convincing to get her to leave her clothes at Lindsay and Ron's and take a short naked car ride home with me. Since Debbie's husband was overseas on business, I thought it better for Debbie to spend the night on my couch instead of driving home. Since Debbie passed out on the couch as soon as we walked in the front door of my house, I didn't find out how she felt about my decision or any of her feelings about what she had done during that day. Although she was married and in her late 40s, Debbie still had a wonderful figure, with great legs, a full bosom and a dancer's butt. But she was still somewhat of a prude. So, I wondered if she'd ever, in her entire life, gotten totally drunk, taken off all her clothes out doors, masturbated, gone swimming and then spent the night on someone else's couch. I imagine that was a lot for her to take in. I propped her head up with a pillow, covered her with a lightweight blanket, turned off the lights and went off to bed. The next morning, I woke up at my usual time feeling well-rested and refreshed, without the slightest trace of a hangover. I tiptoed nude past Debbie, who was still asleep on the couch, and into my kitchen where I made a pot of coffee. When it was ready, I poured myself a big mug, went into my home office, and logged into my computer to check my email. As had happened the last time I'd gone over to Lindsay's house, there was an email from her with a private link to a video. Ron had once again uploaded the security camera footage from his pool area. But before I had a chance to click on the link, I heard Debbie moaning something along the lines of "oh, my aching head." A moment later, she was standing in my office, her nude body wrapped in the blanket I had used to cover. "Is that coffee?" she asked, her hand pressed agains the side of her head as if to keep her brains from falling out. "Good morning!" I said, cheerfully. "Shhhhh! Quiet!" replied Debbie. Debbie gently took my mug of coffee from my hand. She took a long drink, struggling to keep her blanket around her. Finally, not spilling her coffee won out over modesty. She was standing there in the nude, just like me. "I'm happy to see you've joined my clothes free club," I said. Debbie pulled up a chair next to mine, crossed her legs, and drank more of my coffee. "Have you seen my clothes? I did have clothes when I got her yesterday, didn't I?" Obviously not remembering anything from the day before after the drinking started and not believing a word of what I told her about how she'd gotten totally drunk and nude in my girlfriend's pool, I chose that moment to click on the video link and spare myself the rest of the explanation. Debbie nearly spit up her coffee when she saw herself nude and masturbating on a lounge chair in broad daylight. I made sure she heard the part where I said, "You do know you're being watched and recorded," and she replied, ""Who cares? I don't know them." "What am I going to do?" asked Debbie. "What if my husband sees that? Or my children?" I rested my hand on her bare knee reassuringly. "You have nothing to worry about. Ron and I have a little secret he knows I will reveal to Lindsay if he ever shows that video to anyone except me or Lindsay." Debbie let out a sigh of relief, uncrossed her legs, and casually started fingering her clit. I noticed that she generally seemed more relaxed. "Gawd, that's such a turn on to watch!" she exclaimed. "I've never done anything like that before. I mean, I was naked. Outside. Drunk. And masturbating when I knew someone could be watching." She drained the rest of the coffee mug and added, "I've taken a giant leap this weekend." And then as a sly smile came over her face she said, "So, what do you have planned for us for today?" All I could do was smile. It seemed as if Debbie had experienced a sexual awakening - and all because of me! Now, the question was, how far would she go. "We're going back to Lindsay and Ron's to get their mail, check on the place and use the pool. I'll tell you all about it when we get there." Debbie wrapped the blanket around her and casually headed for the door. I threw on a t-shirt but no undies, grabbed my license and keys and was right behind her. We drove to Ron and Lindsay's, got the mail, and went inside - where Debbie found her shirt, shorts and bikini neatly folded on the kitchen table. "So, that's where I left my clothes," she said. "Put your shirt and shorts on. You won't need the bikini," I said. As if in a trance, Debbie put on her clothes. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the shirt. Her hand casually dropped between her legs and she stayed rubbing herself again. I told her I had texted Tom, a guy I knew from Club Jack, a place where I worked when I was in college. Club Jack was a "no touching" club where worked in the nude as a "hostess" and chatted with men while they jacked off. It was a good way to make money without doing very much and at the time, I desperately needed the money to pay for college. Tom and two other guys, Bill and Mike, were on their way over. I told Ron they'd be coming over and he didn't mind because he knew all three of them from Club Jack. The only one who didn't know about Club Jack was Lindsay. And that was the secret Ron and I shared. Just then, the doorbell rang. I told Debbie, "Follow my lead." We greeted Tom, Bill, and Mike at the door. All three were men in their mid-fifties, all generally in good shape, and all married. "This is Debbie," I said, introducing Debbie to the guys. Tom took Debbie's hand and kissed it. Bill and Mike simply shook her hand politely. "Let's all go sit by the pool," I said. I handed Debbie a bunch of towels, grabbed a couple of lukewarm bottles of water from the pantry, and followed everyone out to the pool. We all sat around on towels and chit chatted for a few minutes - Debbie and me on one lounge chair and the three guys in individual lounge chairs. After a bit of listening to the men complain about how hot it was getting, I took my bottle of water and poured it on my shirt and shorts. The material became almost see-through and now my nipples and hairless pussy were visible for all to see. Debbie followed my lead. The guys' faces lit up as the warm water from the bottle revealed her huge aureolas and the landing strip between her legs. Before you could say "perky nipples," Tom, Bill and Mike had removed all of their clothing and were sitting on towels on their chairs fully nude, stroking their cocks. I could see that Debbie was still in a bit of a trance as she watched three mature men masturbating in front of her. While the guys continued to stroke, I pulled my top off over my head, letting my breasts fall free, and slipped off my shorts. I sat back down next to Debbie, opening and closing my legs to give the guys a better view. They stroked faster. Debbie had a wide-eyed look on her face and she couldn't take her eyes off their cocks. I bent down in front of Debbie to pull off her shorts, giving the guys a clear view of her naked pussy and a nice look at mine from behind. Then, I sat down behind her on the lounger, gently removing her shirt by pulling it up off her now-raised arms and over her head. I began to massage her neck and shoulders, never losing eye contact with the guys, who were really getting more and more aroused by this. So was I. And so was Debbie. Debbie was now making little circles on her clit with one hand and playing with her nipples with the other, alternately rubbing each breast with her thumb, increasing in speed as more time passed. I sat down next to Debbie and did exactly the same thing. The guys had big smiles on their faces. A short while later, Debbie moaned with pleasure. Tom, Bill and Mike shot their loads onto their towels. Debbie and I stood up. I took her by the hand, and we both jumped into the pool. A moment later, the guys joined us. We all swam around in the nude for a few minutes before I let the guys know that it was time for them to dry off, get dressed, and go home. Back in the house, Debbie and I wore only towels as I walked Tom, Bill and Mike to the door. They thanked us for a fun time. Alone a few moments later on the patio and still nude, Debbie and I sipped chilled wine from the fridge. Debbie said she this was a "freeing" experience for her and that she really enjoyed herself. That sounded like an understatement to me. I opened an envelope and handed Debbie six $100 bills, which was half of the money Tom had given me on his way out the door. "What's this?" she asked. "Your share of our tip," I replied. "Tip?" Debbie was genuinely surprised. "Six hundred bucks for sitting around in the nude for an hour and watching three guys jack off?" "Well," I chuckled, "We did masturbate for them." Debbie said, "True." She tool a long sip of wine. "But I enjoyed it, too!" We clinked our glasses and finished the wine that remained in them. I poured us both another glass and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. Bill said Tom told him he'd tip $500 next time if you would let him cum on your breasts." Debbie almost spit up her wine. "Seriously?" I nodded. Debbie took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well, let me think about it," she said. Then, she pointed to a security camera. "I guess we gave Ron a good show." "Nope," I said, smiling slyly. "I turned off the cameras when we got here." We clinked glasses again and drank some more. Debbie looked at her now empty glass. I refilled it for her. "You're trying to get me drunk again." I just smiled, put down my wine glass, waded into the water and swam nude in my girlfriend's pool. Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt. 04 By the time Lindsay and Ron had returned to Florida from their vacation in South Carolina, I had restocked their wine and spirits, straightened everything up inside and out, and made sure the pool (where I had been swimming in the nude while they were gone) was in pristine condition. I also turned the surveillance cameras Ron had strategically placed in the pool and patio area back on. Right after that, I texted them that I was going to take one last nude swim in their pool just in case Ron wanted another view. He did. No sooner was my swimming done, then Ron had sent me the video he captured of me fingering my clit, tweaking my nipples, and, oh yes -- doing the back stroke nude in the pool. His email included an invitation for me and my friend Debbie, one of my most well-endowed girlfriends, to join him and Lindsay for drinks -- where else? -- at their house for a pool party the very next day. Never one to turn down an invitation to spend time with friends, I naturally accepted and texted Debbie, who enthusiastically accepted as well. The next day, Debbie picked me up at my house and we made the short drive to Lindsay and Ron's. Debbie wore a button down pink cotton blouse and tight, very sheer, white shorts. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples showed right through her blouse. I wore a similarly styled yellow blouse (I rarely wear a bra) and a pair of similarly tight but not as sheer jeans short. It was ideal attire, given that the forecast for this particular summer night was no rain and temps in the low 90s. No sooner was I in Debbie's car when she told me that her husband was not returning home from his business trip but had run off with another woman! Debbie said she felt hurt at first but had suspected something was up when her husband's business trips got longer and more frequent and sex with him had gotten more and more infrequent -- all of which explains why she had loosened up so much over the past few weeks. Needless to say, Debbie now was having no regrets of having slowly dropped her prudish ways by getting drunk, swimming nude, and masturbating in front of a few male acquaintances of mine for cash. (You have read Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Part 3 by now, right?) Debbie wanted to know what to expect at Lindsay and Ron's party. I said, "I think we're going to have a few glasses of wine, some snacks and maybe go swimming. You did bring a swimsuit didn't you?" A look of disappointment came over Debbie. "You didn't?" I asked. "No," she replied. "I didn't think I'd need one." "So, let me get this straight. My friend Debbie, who I have known for years to be ultra conservative when it comes to modesty, is going to a pool party where there will probably be people from the neighborhood, the community -- all walks of life -- was planning on being nude in my girlfriend's pool?" Debbie had a very awkward moment. "Well, um...since you put it that way, no." I laughed loudly. "Gotcha! It's just going to be you, me, Ron and his wife, Lindsay. And Ron's already seen us both naked on cam, so I didn't bring a swimsuit either!" Debbie took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "What a relief," she said. "For a minute there, I thought I wasn't going to have any fun." When we arrived, Ron met us at the door. He was wearing a shorty bathrobe which was wide open to the waist and came up to the middle of his thighs. Very tan and fit for a man in his late 40s, Ron obviously worked out at the gym and spent a lot of time in the pool. Lindsay was a petite blonde with a small bosom and very firm behind -- no doubt from all that bike riding around the neighborhood that she did every morning and those dance classes she taught at the Y. She was in the kitchen cutting up a watermelon and preparing a tray of snacks wearing nothing but a smile. Nude was the rule at her house. I was expecting Debbie to react to their lack of attire but she didn't act surprised at all. Debbie and I each handed Ron a bottle of wine and thanked him for inviting us. Ron immediately put the wine in the fridge and moved behind the bar in their entrance area. "We'll save those bottles for another time. Today, we're doing shots of tequila. He lined up three shot glasses on the bar and filled them with excellent tequila. "Cheers," he said, tossing his head back as he knocked down his shot in one gulp. Debbie and I did the same. "My head is spinning," said Debbie. "May I please have another?" Ron poured us each another shot. Debbie downed hers in one gulp. I sipped mine slowly. "Now, you both know we run a clothing optional home here," said Ron. "So if you want to take off your clothes..." "I'd love to!" said Debbie, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. "But my fingers don't seem to be working too good." Debbie was already plastered. "Let me help you," I said. I slowly undid Debbie's buttons, revealing her ample bosom. Then, I unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down. Her lack of tan lines showed me that she'd been spending time at a nude beach. I wondered if she had any stories to tell about that. Ron's eyes flicked back and forth between Debbie's breasts and her shaved pussy. I don't think he was even aware that his fully erect 8-inch cock had slipped out of his bathrobe. But Debbie saw it and couldn't take her eyes off of him. Lindsay stepped up to the bar and introduced herself to Debbie. "You must be Debbie. I see that Ron's gotten you drunk and semi-naked and has already shown you his manhood, so you've had the tour. Welcome to our home." Lindsay looked at me. "Why are you still dressed, Sandra? Get out of those clothes right now!" Debbie was so focused on Ron's cock, that she didn't even look in my direction as I removed my top and my shorts. Meanwhile, Ron continued to stare at Debbie's breasts and his cock seemed to swell up some more. Debbie excused herself and asked for directions to the powder room. Lindsay showed her the way. When they were out of earshot, Ron said to me, "I know at least five guys who would pay some serious money to cum on Debbie's tits. And I'm one of them!" I wasn't at all surprised or shocked to hear this from Ron, given that he had been a regular at the masturbation club where I use to work. Lindsey didn't know this but the first time met her husband, he and several of his buddies jacked off to me while I did a slow sensuous striptease. When Lindsay and Debbie returned, we all picked up our glasses and went out to the pool area. "Get comfortable," said Ron. He took off his robe and sat nude on a cushioned lounge chair, offering the two-person lounger opposite his to Debbie and me. Lindsay sat next to him on her own chair. "Finish your drinks," he said, downing his tequila. We all drank at the same time. We were all feeling good. By now, Debbie's speech was very slurred. He put her arm around me, accidentally (or was it deliberately?) brushing her fingers across the nipple of my right breast, which gave me a bit of a tingle. Then, she kissed me on the cheek. "Sandra, you're my best friend!" She rested her head on my shoulder and the palm of her hand between her legs, massaging her mound. Ron played with his rock-hard cock as Debbie got lost in her self-pleasure, her eyes now closed and her hands feverishly caressing her own body. Then, Lindsay blurted out, "Debbie, would you like to suck Ron's cock?" Debbie's eyes sprung open and she stopped rubbing herself. "I'd love to." She got right to work, taking Ron's hard member in her mouth and pumping up and down on it. Lindsay motioned for me to join her by the steps leading into the pool. She took my hand and walked me into the water. I must admit, I needed a good cooling off what with the oral pleasuring Debbie was doing for Ron right in front of us. She continued to suck his cock as Lindsay and I positioned ourselves with a great view. "Stand right here and lean your hips slightly forward," said Lindsay. She pushed a button on the side of the pool deck. A moment later, I felt a rush of water against my clit. "Good spot?" Lindsay asked. I couldn't speak. I just nodded and moaned with pleasure. A moment later, I saw Debbie lift her mouth off of Ron's cock and Ron shoot his load all over her breasts. Debbie dipped a finger in Ron's cum and then stuck her finger in her mouth. Ron lay back on his lounge chair, totally spent. Lindsay pushed another button on the pool deck. The water jet increased in intensity, pounding my clit. Lindsay held me as I nearly collapsed from the intensity of my orgasm. "How was that?" she asked. "Incredible!" I replied. By now, Debbie had showered Ron's cum off of her body and had joined Lindsay and me in the pool. Lindsay asked Debbie to stand where I had been standing. Then, she pushed the button. Like me, Debbie moaned with pleasure. After swimming around for awhile we all dried off and relaxed on the loungers. When Ron got up to use the bathroom, Lindsay asked us if we'd like to do this again some time with just us girls. Or would Debbie like to fuck Ron. Without hesitation, Debbie replied, "Both!"

New Neighbours by Joanna86 I'd not met my new neighbours, only heard them having sex but I was about to meet them. I live in a small town in Central England, on a very secluded road, which has just six houses. In the early summer a newly married couple moved in next door. I’m twenty-seven years old, long dark hair, five feet six inches tall, blue eyes, slim athletic body developed from swimming every day and smallish boobs. I’d only seen the new couple briefly, long enough to say hello and tell them my name was Joanna and for them to say they were Vicky and Ian. From the day they moved in it was clear that they were extremely sexual. As soon as they were back from work, I’d hear their moans of sexual pleasure emanating through the walls. I guessed they must have been at it every moment they had together. There would be short periods of quiet and then the moans would begin, building and building, lasting for hours. I couldn’t help being impressed and a little envious about their endurance. When I was at home, I was always naked and more often than not, when I began to hear the moans from next door I’d begin to masturbate. I’ve never been a quiet girl when touching myself and it hadn’t dawned on me that my next door neighbours could hear me as well as I could hear them and maybe we were turning each other on. It was a Friday morning and I’d woken as normal around 6 a.m. No sooner had I opened my eyes and I could hear the sounds of sex coming through the walls. My neighbours were obviously having sex before they left home for work. Immediately my pussy began to dribble and tingle and instinctively the fingers of my left hand were drawn towards my clit. I always woke early and aimed to be in the local pool by 6.30 and swimming but as soon as my fingertips touched my clit, I knew I was going to have to cum before I went anywhere. I assumed from the noises they were making that the couple next door must have been having sex for a while. Their moans had growing desperation in their tone, so knew he’d be filling her with his cum soon. Almost as soon as my fingertips touched my clit, I began to moan and my hips buck in response. I threw back my duvet to expose my naked body and felt the cool air tease my smooth hairless body. As my fingers increased speed quickly, I raised my knees, opened my legs wide and had a vision in my head of the couple on the other side of the wall fucking. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum. My pussy was throbbing hard as my fingers teased my clit with growing desperation and intensity. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of Vicky cumming echoed through the wall into my bedroom. My pussy responded, contracting hard and holding my entire body in a state of suspension for a few seconds. I always loved that sensation of being completely powerless and knowing what was going to follow. As my pussy relaxed, I squirted hard. I was overwhelmed by sensations of ecstasy, radiating through my body. I lay motionless for a few seconds, still listening, hearing grunts as I imagined Ian thrusting hard into her, spurting his cum in the process but then as it fell quiet I got up and prepared to go for my swim. It was very quiet when I arrived at the pool. I walked onto the poolside, saying hello to the other swimmers, who I saw every day, pushed off my trainers, followed by my shorts and pulled my t shirt over my head. I bent down to pick my goggles out of my bag and looked at my costume, which I’d put on at home before I left. I was surprised to see a big damp patch around my pussy but then, I was still very tingly and turned on, should I really have been so shocked? Once I began swimming, it was easy to re-focus my mind on what I was doing. I enjoyed pushing myself physically for ninety minutes up and down the pool but as time went by, more and more people got into the water and I decided to get out. I walked down the poolside, picked up my bag and as soon as I entered the changing room, took off my costume, strolling calmly and naked to the showers, ignoring the other girls in there. I placed my bag away from the shower and took out my shower gel, shampoo and razor, before stepping underneath the cascading warm water. I stood motionless for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of the water running down my body and being naked with people walking by as they went for their swim. Eventually, I took a step back, away from the shower, picked up the bottle of shampoo, poured a dollop over my hair and then began massaging and lathering it through my hair, before stepping back into the water to swill away the suds. Once more, I moved away from the water but instead of shampoo, picked up my shower gel. As I began washing the top half of my body, running fingertips over my breasts and stomach, I became aroused very quickly. I couldn’t resist massaging and caressing my boobs longer than normal, allowing my thumb and fingers to tease my hardening nipples. I let out a moan as I pinched and pulled, feeling a tingling sensation radiating from my pussy. Without question, I was on the verge of having to let go and masturbate but took control of my senses just in time and continued to lather up the rest of my body. With soapsuds trickling down my body and legs, I took hold of my razor and began shaving. Though I kept myself smooth, I shaved my pubic area every day, so started there before going down each leg. It didn’t take long for me to shave and then shower the remaining soap off my body, dry off, put on my t shirt, shorts and trainers and head back to my car. On leaving the leisure centre, I was surprised to see that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and despite only being 8.30am it was very warm. It was early July, so knew it was going to be a gorgeous day, SO wasn’t hard to make the decision to take the day off work. As I approached the car-park, I could see there were only a dozen cars with no sign of people but then as I looked over at the main road the traffic was bumper to bumper and barely moving. My heart sank, realising that a normal five minute journey was going to take me at least twenty to get home. I unlocked the car and after scanning the area again and paused for a few seconds. I pulled off my top, pushed my shorts down over my hips and let them slither to around my ankles. I bent over, took off each of my trainers and kicked off my shorts to leave me naked. With my bag on the driver’s seat, I opened it, put in the clothing I’d taken off and then, still standing outside the car, picked up my phone and rang the office to say I was taking the day off. I stood beside my car for a few minutes, fully aware that those stuck in traffic on the adjacent main road could see me. I was enjoying the feel of warm sun on my bare flesh, loving that my body was being seen by complete strangers and getting more turned on by the second. I could feel my pussy beginning to throb and juices trickling down my thighs. I felt so naughty and walked to the front of the car and sat on the edge of the bonnet, wanting those sat in the traffic jam to see me fully and I wanted to cum again. I pushed my arse further onto the car, so I could lift my feet off the ground. I opened my legs, plunged two fingers into my pussy and began to tease my g-spot. I didn’t was to rush, wanting the sensations to build gradually and to put on a show for those stuck in traffic. My fingertips circled around my g-spot slowly and as softly as I could with my legs opened wide. Gradually I allowed myself to lie back further, until I’d lain down completely and could put my feet on the bonnet. Once I’d spread my knees apart I began to slide my two fingers in and out slowly, my mind thinking about Ian and Vicky having sex. I’d not realised how much or how loud I was moaning but as I moved my fingers faster and faster and as deep as they’d go, my body started to writhe more and more. “Go for it girl,” I heard from the queue of traffic. I wanted more fingers inside me, so began to circle wider, enjoying the sensation of my pussy being stretched. After a short while I inserted a third finger and teased my g-spot hard and fast. I fucked myself fast and deep and then stretched myself even wider as I wondered how many fingers I could get in my pussy. Three felt so tight but so good too. I was so wet and turned on and was being encouraged by more and more comments from those stuck in traffic. I’d opened my legs as wide as I could as I circled my fingers wider to stretch myself more. My moans developed into gasps, almost of pain as I stretched myself wider but sensations from my pussy made it impossible to stop. With four fingers deep in my pussy and teasing my g-spot, I felt I was going to explode. With every circle of my fingertips, my back arched and hips lifted up off the car. I had to orgasm. I was desperate, teasing my g-spot as hard and fast as I could. I didn’t care that those in the queue of traffic could hear and see everything, I felt so sexy and good. Suddenly my pussy contracted violently, gripping my fingers hard, gasping and unable to breathe or move. It was a moment that seemed to go on forever and felt like I was going to pass out but then I came, juices spurting between my fingers as I moaned and writhed in pleasure. I wanted more, immediately starting to tease my clit as fast as I could. My orgasm hadn’t had chance to subside and within seconds of teasing my clit I was squirting again but with greater intensity I couldn’t help screaming with pleasure. I lay on the bonnet of the car for at least five minutes, allowing myself time to recover. My legs felt so shaky, I didn’t think I’d be able to stand but had never felt so exhilarated and wanted to enjoy every sensation radiating through my body. Sweat was oozing from my body, a combination of heat from the sun and exertion of masturbating but it was time to get home, so sat up gradually. I looked down with a sense of pride and amazement to see the puddle that had formed on the floor, chuckling as I looked at the shocked look on drivers faces as they saw me standing there naked. I stood there for a few seconds as my juices flowed down my legs before walking back to get into the car. Within a few minutes was sat in the queue of traffic, still naked, heading out of town towards home. There were two rows of vehicles crawling at snail’s pace, side by side, giving those driving close to my car plenty of opportunity to look at the top half of my naked body. As they looked at me, their eyes were full of shock but as I gave them a naughty smile, they seemed to relax and offer a comment or two. Eventually I made it to the roundabout and once around it was out of the flow of early morning rush hour traffic and knew I’d be home in less than two minutes. As I turned left into my road was surprised to see Vicky’s car still in front of their house, so assumed she was having the day off too. I pulled onto my driveway, turned off the car, picked up my bag and walked slowly to my front door as I looked across at the house next door. One of their windows was open and as I got closer to my front door, could see Vicky sat in a chair looking straight at me with a huge smile on her face. I smiled back as she wolf-whistled her approval and couldn’t resist spinning around to let her see my body completely and then waved as I went inside. Once inside, I went straight into the kitchen to make my breakfast. I prepared two Weetabix, a slice of toast and cup of coffee and took it into my front room. I immediately understood why Vicky had her window open. The sun had warmed everywhere considerably, so I followed her lead and opened the window closest to their house. As I’d hoped, Vicky was still sat in the chair by the window, so I sat up on the window ledge and began to eat my breakfast as we looked at the other. She was only wearing a short dressing gown and as I ate my cereal, re-positioned her chair, pushed her window open and knelt on her chair as she leant through the window. She told me that I was incredibly naughty driving naked but that she thought I looked gorgeous. She allowed her gown to drop open but all I could see was her cleavage and stomach. Nevertheless, that little glimpse was enough to turn me on again. I continued to eat as we talked through our open windows and just as I’d finished, taking my last mouthful of coffee, Vicky asked what I was going to do as I’d taken the day off. I replied that I was going to sunbathe in my back garden after I’d cut the lawn. “Oh good, I can perv on you all day then,” Vicky giggled. I laughed in response, blew her a kiss as I said goodbye and got up to take my empty bowl, plate and cup back into the kitchen. A few minutes later, I’d found a blanket to lie on and was in the back garden. Although it was only about 10am, it was getting very warm, so decided to cut the lawn before I sunbathed. As I’d be doing it naked I’d be getting a tan anyway. I have a big back lawn and use a manual push mower, so cutting the grass properly took about an hour. After about twenty minutes I looked up at Vicky’s bedroom window and good to her word she was there watching me as she talked on the phone. Each time I glanced up she was still there and if I wasn’t mistaken, naked. I wasn’t sure if she was there so she could watch me but definitely liked that she was and I was turned on. As I got closer to the fence that separated our gardens, I was sure I could hear moaning and couldn’t help wondering if she was masturbating because of me. Eventually I finished cutting the lawn and spread my blanket over the freshly cut grass and as I sat down shouted to Vicky, suggesting she came round if she wasn’t too busy. Not for one instant did I expect her to accept my invitation but in less than five minutes my back gate was opened and there she was. Vicky was about five feet three inches tall, with shoulder length sandy brown hair and brown eyes. She was slim but with C or D cup breasts and as I’d find out later, shaved completely. She was wearing white trainers, tight small blue shorts and a white crop top. As she stepped onto the lawn, took off her trainers and walked the last few metres barefoot until she could sit down by my side on the blanket. I noticed straight away that she was tanned, more than likely from the holiday that she’d returned from two weeks earlier and we began to chat, lying side by side. After a few minutes, Vicky told me that her and Ian had invited a few friends and family around that evening and asked if I’d like to go too. It meant that she’d need to go and prepare everything mid-afternoon. I immediately offered to help but declined the offer of staying for the party. She wasn’t one to give up and continued trying to persuade me but in an effort to deflect her focus, suggested that she stripped and let the sun get to her body completely. There was a few seconds of uncomfortable silence and uncertainty in her eyes. “I’ve never sunbathed naked Jo.” “There’s a first time for everything,” I quipped as I giggled. Virtually before I’d stopped giggling, Vicky had sat up, pulled off her top and taken off her shorts and was naked facing me. “Is that better Jo?” I took a few moments to look at her body. Her legs and feet were gorgeous, stomach well defined, almost muscular with a six-pack. Considering the size of her breasts, they were beautifully shaped, with very hard proud nipples and as I gazed between her open thighs the sun glistened off her wet and swollen pussy lips. All I could do was smile at her as I lay on my back but knew that once she looked at my pussy, the way it was dribbling, she would know what I thought of her naked body. We started to chat and I altered my position so I was more on my left side, allowing me to look between her legs. The toes of her left foot were agonisingly close to my lips and thoughts of licking them entered my head. “You must be able to hear me and Ian having sex,” Vicky blurted mid conversation. I must have looked stunned. There was a few seconds of silence before she continued. “We can hear you moaning and it really turns us on.” We both laughed but I could feel my cheeks glowing with embarrassment. It was an almost instinctive response as I leant over and kissed her toes softly and as they began to wiggle, licked around them, It was her turn to act cool and attempting to ignore my actions but virtually choked on her words as I sucked on her big toe. “Ian thinks you’re so sexy and thinks we should all have sex.” Once more, I was stunned by her words, stopped sucking her toe and looked into her eyes. As I did I felt her fingertips meandering idly on my stomach and with each passing moment she got closer to my breasts but just as I tensed, thinking she was going to touch them, she spoke again. “I’ve never kissed a girl Jo.” “That’s easily solved Vicky, it’s not as though we don’t fancy each other.” I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, so gently as if trying to reassure her, took hold of her hand and coaxed her towards me. With our eyes focussed on the others, she shifted her legs, easing to apposition where she was lying on my chest looking up at me. I put my arms under hers and eased her closer still. As soon as I could, I kissed her lips softy, lingering for a few seconds. Vicky pulled back, smiling, before lowering onto my mouth again. This time, our mouths opened and tongues caressed gently. Slowly they swirled together and I felt her body shift. Her left leg pushed between mine, thigh pressing hard onto my pussy. Instinctively I raised my right leg, placing my foot onto the ground. With each passing second our kiss intensified and we began grinding our pussy’s hard against the others thigh. Our breathing became shallow and erratic as we moaned more and more. I took hold of her arse cheeks and squeezed hard as I pulled her against my thigh while I pushed myself harder and faster against her. We were both extremely wet and movements becoming more desperate. We stopped kissing, moans echoing around the neighbourhood. I could feel my pussy throbbing hard and knew I’d cum at any moment. Vicky must have been at the same stage, I thought, both of us pounding and out of control. Suddenly we both gasped and tensed and an instant later, we were cumming, squirting against the others thigh. For a few seconds Vicky slumped on top of me as I wrapped my arms around her, both of us trying to recover our composure. We looked at each other, smiled and kissed once more. Our tongues swirled slowly, intimately as we relaxed together. Vicky eventually pulled away a little. “Oh my god Jo, it’s dreamy kissing you, it’s so nice. Ian would die to see us kiss. Hell, I’d love seeing you kiss him.” Vicky giggled as she rolled onto the blanked to my left with a look of total pleasure in her eyes. “I didn’t think I’d cum that hard or as quickly with another girl,” she said still smiling. I turned onto my side and as she looked at me, kissed her lips softly and we began to talk again. It was all about sex. She’d only ever had sex with Ian and that he was very good in bed. There were times where she didn’t orgasm when he fucked her but he always knew and would then tease her clit until she came. In some ways, he enjoyed that more, being amazed by how much she squirted. As soon as they moved in next door, they’d both fantasised about having sex with me as individuals and as a couple. Without thinking what I was doing, as we talked I started to run my fingers up and down her pussy lips and then in and out of her slowly. From the instant I started touching her, her breathing became erratic and as my fingers probed in and out, her hips responded, bucking more and more. “Well, you’ve had sex with me now Vicky.” Her juices were dribbling steadily between my fingers and it was no surprise when the talking stopped. I started to circle my fingertips around her g-spot, her legs opened wider, invitingly as my thumb teased her clit. Both thumb and fingertips moved faster and harder with each passing second and Vicky responded more. Vicky’s moans were turning me on and couldn’t resist sucking on her left nipple. I felt her body tense and pussy throb hard on my fingers. Suddenly she gasped and knees clamped together and a few seconds later, her back arched and she began to cum, squirting juices, soaking the blanket. I kept my fingers inside her as she started to recover. Her eyes remained shut, still breathing heavily as my thumb gently circled her clit. Once she’d climaxed, she closed he legs again, almost as if to say no more but the expression on her face and little gasps suggested otherwise. Gradually she relaxed, stretching her legs out on the blanket, opened her eyes, looking at me as she smiled and then giggled as she said, wow. I got up onto my knees and moved to lie on top of her, kissing her; lips on lips, repeatedly, lingering longer each time. Vicky wrapped her legs around me as the sun heated our bodies, making us sweat a little. Intimate caressing of lips soon developed to proper kisses, open mouths and tongues swirling together. My pussy was dripping and body tingling as though I wanted to cum again. It’d have been easy to grind against her but I resisted as we eventually stopped kissing and began to talk again. Time flew by as we lay side by side enjoying the sun baking our bodies and talking but eventually Vicky said she needed to go and prepare for the party later. Once again, she asked me to go, I declined but agreed I go and help her prepare everything and say hello to Ian. In an instant, there was a look of delight and mischief in Vicky’s eyes and as we stood up, she asked if I was putting clothes on. I couldn’t help chuckling but when she continued, saying that it’d be great if Ian came home and saw us both naked. How could I resist, I had to stay nude. As we started to walk off the lawn, I was surprised that she simply picked up her clothes and followed a step behind me. We didn’t stop talking as we went through my house and out the front door, carrying on across to next door, completely naked. We only had about an hour to get things ready. Ian had promised Vicky that he’d be home earlier than normal so he could help her. We got to work preparing food for the party, both sweating from the heat in the kitchen. As we continued to talk and were near to getting everything completed, Vicky said she was going to text everybody and tell them it was going to be a beachwear party, no other clothes allowed. The weather forecast was for a hot and humid evening, so Vicky’s idea was a good one, being inside and wearing too many clothes would be a bad combination. “I’ve only been to nude beaches and I don’t have a bikini,” I quipped Vicky laughed and immediately said I’d changed my mind about the party but that I had to wear what I’d wear to the beach and grinned when she said me being nude at the party would be amazing. She’d not looked at me, all the while texting the six who were coming to the party and Ian, telling him she had a massive surprise when he arrived home. Eventually she looked up at me and smiled but her attention was taken by a succession of texts, which she replied to straight away. Once we’d finished getting everything ready, bringing sun loungers round from my back yard, placing a few blankets and big cushions on her lawn. We made a coffee and went outside, sat side by side on one of the sun loungers, chatting constantly. Vicky started to tell me about those who’d be there that night. I was amazed to hear that both her and Ian had twin sisters, Vicky and hers being identical. Ian’s sister would be coming with her boyfriend. The remaining three were friends they worked with. Two were seventeen and the other twenty-two. I was still, far from being convinced I should stay to the party but I was undeniably wet thinking about being nude in front of everybody. We almost lost track of time but once we’d finishing drinking, headed back into the kitchen. Vicky looked down at my body and ran her fingers seductively up my thighs and pussy lips. It was impossible not to respond, moaning with pleasure and grinding against her fingers. “You’ve been so wet all day Jo. It’s such a turn on and makes me feel so sexy that I’m doing that to you.” An instant later, we were kissing as we stood by the kitchen table, tongues entwined as our passion began to ignite once again. I felt her fingers penetrate between my pussy lips and slide effortlessly deeper and deeper. “Imagine how good Ian’s cock will feel inside you Jo, fucking you slowly.” My pussy started to throb immediately, gripping her fingers hard as they slid in and out, building speed quickly. I tried to open my legs as much as I could but standing made it difficult. We heard a key in the front door and then opening. Vicky didn’t relent and calmly called out, telling Ian that she was in the kitchen with his surprise. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than we were kissing again as I squeezed the cheeks of her bum. Neither of us looked at Ian as he came into the kitchen. “Oh my fucking god,” Ian blurted after a few seconds. Vicky stopped kissing me as she began to tease my g-spot and clit at the same time as she said, “Don’t stand there with a hard-on in your pants and get your clothes off.” Ian was about five feet eight, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. His eyes were fixed on us as I moaned more and more, feeling my pussy contracting harder as another orgasm was nearing. He pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his white shirt, crouched down as he untied his shoes and then as he stood up kicked them off. Next, he removed his blue socks, followed by his dark grey trousers being unfastened. He pulled off his shirt to reveal a tanned and hairless, well defined stomach and chest. His trousers had slithered down his smooth muscular thighs to rest around his ankles and before I had chance to see the bulge in his undies, he had them off and was walking towards us. Like Vicky, Ian had tan lines from their recent holiday but as he got closer, I could only admire his totally shaved body and fully erect cock pointing at us, oozing pre-cum in anticipation. “Stop there Ian. Is Jo as gorgeous and sexy naked as you imagined?” Vicky’s fingers moved even faster and I moaned louder. There was no stopping now. I was going to cum at any second. She took her fingers off my g-spot and pinched my clit hard, pulling and stretching it until I gasped. I could hardly stand as she pinched and pulled even harder but this time as she let go a jet of cum spurted from my pussy. Again she pinched and stretched and again I squirted over and over until my orgasm relented. “She’s ready for you Ian”. My heart was pounding as Vicky stepped forward and kissed him passionately, stroking his cock slowly before pulling away and directing him towards me. Juices were still dribbling from my pussy, a growing puddle forming between my feet as Ian finally touched me. He ran his fingertips from my thighs, slowly up my body and then caressing and squeezing my breasts. I moaned involuntarily, muffled as his tongue found mine. His cock pressed against my pubic region as we pulled each other close, kissing with a building intensity. I felt Ian’s hands roaming up and down my back and onto my arse, caressing it. As they worked lower, it felt as though I was sitting on his hands until he started to lift my feet off the floor. Instinctively I raised and opened my legs invitingly, feeling the shaft of his cock slide down my pussy lips as I was lifted higher. With my legs spread apart, as Ian’s knob lined up with my pussy lips, he was able to penetrate into me. I groaned as I felt myself being stretched as he pulled me closer, pushing his cock deeper into me and my legs wrapped around him. He walked so I could put my arse on the edge of the table and put my hands down to steady myself. I leaned back and looked down at where his cock was inside me and how my swollen wet pussy lips were stretched around his thick shaft. Ian stood motionless, enjoying the sensation of my pussy squeezing him rhythmically. Vicky hopped up onto the table, sat beside me and began to masturbate as Ian started exploring every inch of my body with his hands. From my toes to my neck, he touched, almost as though he was admiring my skin and body and not rushing despite my efforts to ride him. With Vicky having told me that Ian had wanted to fuck me, I expected him to pound me hard and fast. Even with his wife, naked beside me, he was in total control, making sure he was intensifying my experience. I lay back further as he began to work my breasts. He squeezed my flesh between his fingers and thumb until my hard nipples raised to a point and I gasped as he pinched and pulled them hard. I watched as my nipples stretched like a piece of elastic on the verge of snapping. Suddenly as he let go, my pussy clenched tight on his shaft. I was going to climax. I gasped as I tried to thrust onto him, feeling the pleasure radiate through my body as my orgasm took hold. Ian leant down, kissed and sucked my neck as he took hold of my waist with his hands. He stood back up and began to move his cock in and out of me. He was looking at Vicky as she pushed her two fingers in and out of herself and matching her rhythm with his cock in my pussy. Vicky and I were moaning louder and louder as her fingers moved slow, then fast, then slow and fast again, Ian thrusting hard when the pace quickened. It felt as though she was controlling how I was being fucked. Each time she moved faster she did it for longer. Ian’s cock was throbbing more and more and the longer he fucked the bigger he felt inside me. It was so hot, the sweat was pouring out of me, dripping down my breasts and stomach and as I looked at Vicky, I could see that her body was reacting the same way. Suddenly she began to tease her clit as fast as she could, bucking wildly as she lay back on the table. That was the sign for Ian to let go, pounding me as hard and fast as he could, driving his cock as deep as he could inside me. Watching Vicky was turning me on as much as Ian fucking me and knowing she was about to climax was sending me over the edge again and as she started to squirt her juices across the kitchen floor I orgasmed again. He continued to pound for a few minutes after I’d cum until he thrust hard and spurted his first stream of sperm into me. Spurt after spurt, I felt his cum spurting into my pussy until he slumped on top of me exhausted. After a few seconds Ian looked, first at Vicky and then me as he smiled. An instant later we were kissing, his cock still inside me and still hard. I heard Vicky moving to my right and a few seconds later he turned and they kissed. My pussy was still throbbing and felt as though I wanted to cum again. Watching them kiss on top of me was such a turn on. We stayed in that position for, what seemed like hours but in reality it was about five minutes and to my amazement, Ian remained hard. “It smells of sex in here. I love it,” Vicky said as she laughed. Ian pulled away from the table and as I sat up a concoction of cum poured from me, onto the floor. “We need to have a shower before everybody arrives. Smelling of sex would be great but we are all so sweaty,” Vicky suggested. “Are you coming with us Jo,” she asked. I was on auto-pilot not wanting to leave them but gave no answer, simply got up and as she took me by the hand, followed her upstairs and into the bathroom. The shower cubicle was easily big enough for two but three would be a bit of a squeeze. Ian entered first and smiled as he encouraged Vicky and I to follow him. As I stepped in to join them, I started to realise why their sexual moans lasted as long as they did. From the moment Ian had become hard, his cock had remained fully erect, even after fucking me, there were no signs of him going soft, it was amazing. Vicky and Ian manoeuvred so I was under the water. Straight away, I could feel their hands all over my body, covering it with soap. No part of me was ignored, Vicky washing my front and Ian my back, leaving my middle section till last. She washed slowly around my pubic region as his hands were on my arse. Their hands and fingers seemed to be perfectly in harmony, as hers slipped effortlessly inside my pussy, his eased into my bum. My legs buckled, still wobbly and weak from being fucked in the kitchen and I moaned loudly as I felt myself tense. Vicky probed in and out for a few seconds but then began teasing my g-spot and clit as she had done earlier. Both were still sensitised from before and started to throb and tingle as soon as she touched them, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Once Ian had finished washing and caressing the cheeks of my arse, his fingertips ran up and down between them, eventually circling the rim gently but as he teased, it felt as though he was opening me little by little as he pushed in deeper. I wanted desperately to buck my hips but had to focus entirely on standing upright and not collapsing in a heap. I was clenching hard on Ian’s one finger as it continued to stretch my hole wider while probing in and out. This was the first time I’d had double penetration and was experiencing pure ecstasy. I was tingling all over and though I wasn’t cumming, it felt as though my pussy was throbbing so hard that I was squirting constantly. Suddenly, I was stretched again as Ian pushed in a second finger as deep as it would go. I gasped in pain but within a few seconds, it had been replaced with pleasure as my bum reacted, squeezing and throbbing on his fingers. Vicky meanwhile was teasing my clit and g-spot, steadily and softly but as soon as I gasped when his second finger entered me, she started to tease harder and faster. I couldn’t take it for much longer, the strength was being sapped from my legs, I needed to cum, I needed a release but to my surprise, they pulled away and stopped teasing, giggling as Ian said it was his time to be washed. We swapped places, Ian standing under the water. I stood to his right and Vicky to his left. As they had done to me, Vicky and I washed her husband all over. From his neck to his feet, our hands covered him in soap and the cascading water rinsed him clean. We left the middle section until last and I wondered if we’d be as intimate or sexual with him as they had with me. I was still throbbing and tingly, desperate to climax, one flick of my clit and I knew I’d explode. “Wash his cock Jo and I’ll make sure his balls are clean,” Vicky said as she grinned. I wasted no time, pouring more shower gel onto the palm of my right hand and then wrapping my fingers around his shaft whilst Vicky squeezed his balls with her left hand. I looked up at Ian’s face and saw pleasure in his eyes as I began moving up and down his shaft slowly and running my thumb around his knob. At first, he stood motionless, allowing our fingers to work their magic but as Vicky squeezed and caressed more and more, so he started to move his hips. Instinct was driving my fingers, gripping his shaft tighter as my pace quickened, stroking faster. His eyes closed as he groaned a little. The same type of groan I’d heard coming through my bedroom wall day after day. It took a while before my hand was wanking him as fast as I could go and his body writhing out of control. I switched my gaze down to his cock, expecting to see it cumming at any moment but just as I thought it was going to happen, Vicky demanded we stop and wash her. Vicky and Ian switched places and within seconds, we were covering her body with soap. I couldn’t resist taking my time washing her breasts, squeezing and caressing and then pinching and pulling her nipples. From the moment we touched her, she began to moan and writhe. It was obvious that she was incredibly turned on. I leant forward and kissed her neck as I washed her stomach and then as my fingertips brushed across her pussy lips, she turned and we kissed passionately. Our mouths opened and tongues worked feverishly together and I moved to grind my pussy against her thigh. “It’s so hot seeing you two kissing.” No sooner had he uttered those word and Ian had turned off the shower and opened the door for us all stepped out. I expected that we’d have used a towel to dry off but Vicky took hold of my right hand and encouraged me to run with her into the bedroom. Playfully she pushed me towards the bed. Without hesitation, I move to sit in the middle of it as she knelt by my side. As I wondered what she was going to do, she pushed me onto my back and in the blink of an eye, straddled my head, facing towards my feet. I shifted to get myself comfortable as droplets of water dripped off her body and onto my face. Despite being clean, I could still smell how turned on she was and took hold of her arse cheeks, gently spreading them. Slowly I ran my tongue around the rim of her hole and pushed it deep inside her, encouraged by he moans and exclamation, “Fuck yes Jo”. As I circled and wiggled my tongue deep inside her bum, I felt the bed bounce and a few seconds later, heard the unmistakable sound of Ian and Vicky kissing. As I probed slowly in and out of her I felt her tense and release on my tongue. Gradually I moved faster and faster, feeling her beginning to writhe on top of me. My body was tingling all over and despite wanting to make Vicky cum again, I needed to climax too, I couldn’t wait. I raised my feet, placing them on the bed either side of my bum and spread my knees apart. I moved my left hand down to my pussy and immediately began to tease my clit. It was impossible not to move my tongue at a different pace to my fingers. As they circled my clit frantically, so my tongue slipped in and out of her bum and she moved in response. I could feel her juices dribbling onto me until she suddenly tensed and froze. A few seconds later, I felt her cum being spurted out onto my breasts and stomach. The speed of my fingers quickened again, encouraged by her orgasm, until I gasped and moaned in pleasure, squirting hard onto the sheets. Vicky rolled onto the bed, smiling at me and then looking at Ian kneeling between us and stroking his cock. For a few seconds we watched him until Vicky got to her knees and pushed Ian onto his back. In an instant, she had straddled him and guided her pussy onto his hard, throbbing cock. “Don’t just lie there Jo. Straddle Ian’s face and he can lick you out.” I needed no more encouragement, immediately doing as she’d suggested, straddling his head, lowering my dripping pussy onto his mouth as I faced her. Vicky leant forward and kissed me, our tongues swirling together as we began to fuck him. Vicky was riding his cock and me, Ian’s tongue. It didn’t take long before we pulled away from our kiss and concentrated fully on ourselves. I found out very quickly that, for a man, Ian’s oral skills were very good. His tongue felt very long inside me. At first, he simply explored as deep as he could go, until he flicked my g-spot. It was impossible not to respond by tensing and moaning. Once he found my g-spot, he was merciless, teasing faster and faster as I writhed on top of him. It was such a turn on, being licked in that way as I watched Vicky ride his cock. She moved her pussy, expertly around his cock as she slid up and down his shaft, all the time, moaning with a look of pleasure and lust in her eyes. I couldn’t resist and began teasing my clit, mimicking the same pace as Ian’s tongue on my g-spot. My pussy was throbbing so hard and knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded. With each passing second, his tongue moved faster, my fingers followed suit and as I looked at Vicky, she too was moving faster. Suddenly, the doorbell was ringing. “Go and open the door Jo please, we’ll be down when I finish fucking Ian.” I moved my fingers as fast as they would move on my clit, desperate to climax. “Oh fuck, I need to cum,” I shouted with frustration and Vicky laughed mischievously. Reluctantly I climbed off Ian’s tongue and sat for a few seconds on the edge of the bed giving myself a moment to recover. “Remember it’s a beachwear party Jo and you have only been to naked beaches,” Vicky said as she chuckled. The doorbell rang out once more, Vicky had sped up, fucking Ian faster, moaning louder and as I got to my feet, my heart begin to pound, thinking about opening the door and being naked. My pussy was dibbling, juices pouring down my thighs as I stepped nervously down the stairs and looked at the solitary silhouetted shadow the other side of the door.

Not How I Planned The Morning by Nature Lover Not How I Planned The Morning - Prologue I blame my brother...still... Okay, truth be told I blame my brother, I blame his best friend Eric, and I blame my floormate, Natalie. I hope wherever she is for fall break, she's just as naked as I am, but even more trapped. That would be tough to accomplish since I'm well and truly screwed. Maybe you've heard about my predicament, or Hell, maybe you're one of the dozens of people who have already seen me this night (last night technically), live or on camera. If not, there's a good chance you will, just give it some time. My name is Caroline - I'm a 19-year old college freshman visiting home for a long weekend. And I've spent the last several hours running around my town completely naked, no shoes, no jewelry, no nothing. 100% exposed to the world - bare feet, bare ass, bare breasts, bare pussy. NOT on purpose. Well, okay, yes, going outside and stripping off was on purpose, but it was only supposed to be in my own backyard. For some dumbass reason I decided that wasn't enough and so moved my ass to the alley, accidentally locking the fence gate behind me. It got...interesting...after that. Anyway, right now I'm stark naked in a public park on the other side of a treacherous ravine from my house, because that's where my asshole brother and his asshole friend left me and drove away. A good zip line route would be all of 200 yards from here to my house, but it was steep, muddy and slippery, dangerous when fully clothed and shoe'd (is that a word?), not happening at all when naked and barefoot. The two ways around were either the bridge to the north or the road to the south where the ravine ends - and where there's an elementary school. I'm headed north. Either way I go, it's...shit - 12-13 blocks. 6 blocks to get up to the bridge, then across the bridge, then 5 blocks down to my street, or 5 down, then past the school, and 6 up. Pretty much the same distance. You might think by now I had been naked for so long and seen by so many that I'd just say f--k it, who cares who else sees me? You'd be way wrong. Are you f---ing kidding me? Because some had seen me naked everyone should??? Nope, nope, nope. Aside from the people at the yard party, and my brother and Eric, it's possible no one else has seen my face. Incredibly embarrassing to know so many have seen so much of me, but if my identity remains a secret, I'll take it. My brother knows better, the adults at the yard party seemed cool, and Eric...honestly who knows. But I never saw any of them with a camera or phone in their hands. Because of the city park, this side of the ravine has a path adjacent, with houses on the other side of the path. Streets dead end at the path, but unlike my side of the ravine, I can travel along this side without entering yards or dealing with fences, at least for this stretch to the bridge - the stretch to the south requires cutting through a couple yards at the end before it dumps out at the elementary school. Which is why I'm heading North. Not How I Planned The Morning - Part 1 What I hadn't figured out was how I was going to cross a bridge as rush hour approached along with the sunrise - I figure I'll deal when I get there. Right now, with less than an hour until sunrise I broke out of my shock at being left naked in the city park on the east side of the ravine (my house was west of the ravine), and started moving. Thanks to the trail I made good time. They dropped me off at the south end of the park and honestly, the first four blocks were easy...if easy means walking bare-ass naked through a city park while hoping no one sees you before the sun comes up. I left the park two blocks short of the road that went over the ravine. I thought I'd be able to see it from here, but I didn't see any cars moving and there would have been at least some at this hour. I could make out the lights of the gas station a block away but that was about...SHIT! I completely forgot about the gas station! My breathing started to get shallow as I fought back the sensation of an anxiety attack. Up to now nothing had been overt - I had been seen naked by an individual here or there, or it had been very dark, or, yes, in the case of the yard party, exposed before a group, but somehow that was different. This...this would be public streaking in front of many people at once, plain and simple...something I hadn't really done yet. But it would also be the same on the bridge, just that the surprise of forgetting the station threw me off my game. I had been trying to focus on my path and not worry about being seen, but in an instant my powers of concentration fell apart. The last two blocks were also normal residential streets, no path, so I had to pay attention to early risers driving to work. Fortunately none just yet. One more block and I was across the street from the station. It was a small one, just the attendant's booth and some basic items, no attached convenience store. Maybe that's why it wasn't as busy as I expected when I first saw it - no coffee here. I waited until the lone car filling up started to pull away, and then I made a break for it, keeping to the edge closest to the ravine and the bridge. For some reason I glanced at the attendant's booth and for an instant we just stared at each other. He quickly started gesturing with his arms and pointing at something, though I think he was just trying to trick me into stopping so he could look at my naked body some more. I was under a light and the only parts of me he couldn't see were those covered by my hands. I ran on, knowing he was watching my bare ass, and returned my eyes to the road (okay, surface lot) only to almost run straight into a car pulling in. Both of us quickly stopped, though I had to throw my arms out to keep my balance, and I froze, momentarily focusing on not getting run over. The "Deer in headlights" look could not have been more true as I couldn't move, couldn't cover, couldn't even close my eyes. The driver, whether trying to help or just annoyed at running late, honked his horn, breaking me out of my reverie. I jumped, realized it was not one but -four- people in the car, and ran around the car onto the street. Into a construction zone. Holy f--k! that's right. I wouldn't have to worry about streaking lots of cars driving across the bridge - there wasn't one! I rarely went this way and forgot the bridge was declared structurally unsound and demolished over the summer to make way for a new one. The one in the beginning stages in front of my eyes. For some reason I stepped as close to the edge as I dared to see if maybe there was a way down and across. I had to have been standing there for a full minute, both hands over my breasts as I leaned over, bare ass exposed to the world behind me. I knew no cars would be coming this way. I didn't think about those working the site. BWAAHHH!!! Without warning, a ridiculously loud horn behind me caused me to jump. I quickly spun around, forgetting I was holding both breasts in my hands, exposing my pussy to whoever was there. In this case, half-a-dozen construction workers who I hadn't seen or heard a moment ago. They had driven up in their pick-up trucks, parked half a block away, and were walking to their job site, which I was in the middle of, alongside a flatbed delivering a crane, which I was now in front of, and which explains the horn and my racing heart. The whistles and catcalls would have offended a fully clothed me, but now they were humiliating! I took off and retreated back to the park. I couldn't go further north as the next bridge, several blocks away, was an interstate highway - even if I wanted to, it would have been as dangerous as the ravine. As I ran back past the gas station attendant booth, bare feet trying not to slip in anything oily, I once again glanced over. No! Shit, he must have known I would have to come back this way and was ready for me. I looked at him with pleading eyes as I ran past but he just shook his head with a wicked grin, as if to say "I tried to warn you." All while holding up his phone, clearly getting all of me on camera. Oh my God! And with the station lit up my face was easily visible! I tried telling myself I was too far away for a phone to capture someone in motion with any decent resolution, but I wasn't convincing. My mind, once again trying to process what had happened, wasn't paying attention. For the second time I found myself running naked straight at a car, this time at someone who had just pulled out of her driveway and turned my direction. For the second time I had to throw my arms out to stop myself from falling on to the hood of a car. And for the second time I was a naked deer in headlights, covering nothing, only this time I could see a child in the car, who must have been on the way to school. The mother got an angry look on her face while the child (more like a tween) just stared and started grinning. I dashed around the car, not waiting to see if the mother took out a phone; I was convinced she was calling the police. One more block and I'd be back at the park where I started the morning. Okay, four blocks up at the north entrance, but close enough - I wasn't expecting to see anyone else at the park at this hour. It would be like it was nearly an hour ago, just as naked but with one very big difference. The sun had started to rise. Not How I Planned The Morning - Part 2 As I entered the park, for a moment I had a false sense of security, thinking the four block pathway to get back to the south entrance would be as easy to travel a second time. Not hardly. 4 blocks long north to south, the park is only one block wide, with the pathway on the west side at the edge of the ravine and houses right across the street to the east. The northern block of the park is a parking lot and a city building for educational stuff, while the southern block is playground equipment and more parking. The two blocks in-between are open fields from the ravine to the street and used for parties, concerts on the lawn, etc. Completely open, visible to several houses across the way. And glistening in the sunrise. The other side of the ravine stays dark longer as the sun can't penetrate the trees, but this side is fully exposed. And...in use? Oh no, no, no, no, no, NO! Damn it, everywhere I turn there are people! I think that's when my resolve first started to crack. I couldn't catch a break and it was starting to wear on me. I was crouched down behind a bush by the educational building, trying to figure out my next move. No lights behind me means no one there I assume. **The metro park worker stepped into his office to get a form but didn't turn the light on since he'd be walking right back out. Normally he wouldn't arrive for another hour, but anytime a group had a formal reservation someone had to be on site. For the past few Friday mornings a body wellness group came to the park to do yoga at sunrise. He didn't mind - it was mostly women, some of them single, many of them attractive. But none like the vision he was seeing right now, that of a pale behind resting on the heels of someone's bare feet. From the shape to the medium-length hair he was pretty sure the person who was hiding was a female. He sat transfixed until the young woman stood up as if she had made a decision and walked a few feet toward the ravine, pausing, and then stepping over the low fence and around a tree. Damn, with no shoes she was going to be in trouble. He grabbed his new vest, the one with a body cam embedded in the metro park badge, and headed after the pale naked figure.** My heart was racing as I counted at least 20 people on the lawn next to the path, stretching or something. And they all looked like adults who wouldn't be as laid back as last night's yard partiers if a naked girl approached. I thought about the ravine. There was no way I could go down it and back up, but maybe there was a way I could travel inside the trees. I stood and walked quickly to the low fence marking where people weren't permitted to go, paused to look ahead, the stepped over into the trees. I moved about 15 or 20 feet inside the tree line and couldn't go much further. Depending on the placement, the land sometimes dropped off gently, sometimes precipitously. Thanks to the cool temps and rain the previous afternoon the ground was mostly dry but soft and in a few places still squishy, my bare feet sinking into mud just once. I was moving slowly but continuously, pausing only when the trees opened enough to allow so much sunlight in that I might be seen. Fortunately the leaves, which had just started to turn gorgeous shades of red and yellow, had mostly yet to fall. To better keep my balance I was using my arms to reach out to trees and branches, and couldn't cover up. I stumbled a few times and had to throw out my arms to keep from falling into a tree or to the ground; covering my breasts and my vagina was a luxury I couldn't afford right now. I had gone perhaps a third of the way I needed to to reach the other end of the park, when I stumbled at the wrong place. My feet slipped out from under me right alongside a drop off. I gave a slight yelp and reached out to grab anything I could. One hand found a sapling tree and the other found an exposed tree root, the same one I tripped over. I was hanging half over the edge, with my feet and legs flailing about trying to find a purchase, while my breasts were pressed into the ground, my pussy right over the drop-off. My wriggling around meant it was getting rubbed a lot; the effect would have been noticeable if I hadn't been more concerned about falling. A moment later, or maybe it was just a few seconds, I heard a voice above me, "Here, take my hands." I was startled but somehow managed to hang on. Looking up I saw a guy standing over me. He was wearing a park shirt with a vest over it that featured a huge city logo. And he was cute as hell. Great. I took a deep breath, and let go of the sapling while grabbing for his hand in the same motion. He pulled me a few inches, sliding my vagina over a patch of tall grass and bringing my bare ass up and over the edge into his line of sight, and reached for my other hand. I let go of the root and grabbed for it but missed - in response he reached as far as he could, grabbing my arm above the wrist. He couldn't move backward with a tree behind him, so he steadied me as I wriggled forward and finally managed to throw one leg up over the edge and then the other, not caring about grace or modesty. As he pulled me to my feet, still holding my hand and other arm, it took me a moment to realize I was stark naked in front of the hottest guy I had ever seen, and couldn't cover up even if I wanted to, which at that moment I wasn't sure I wanted to. My nipples were almost painfully erect, my pussy had to have been dripping, and I know my breathing was ragged. I just didn't know whether all that was due to my situation or due to the guy two feet in front of me, moving his lips as if to ask me out. "What did you say?" "I asked if you were hurt at all." "Um, no, no I'm fine. How are you?" Stupid, stupid, stupid... "Are you here for the body wellness group?" "The...the what?" "Body wellness group - the Yoga group over there," pointing to the 20 or so people I was trying to avoid. "Um, yes, yes that's it." Whatever he wanted to hear. "Okay, though you should really stick to the path." "Definitely. I mean, I will." "Okay, I think they're just about to start, so you should probably head over." "Sure thing" Anything to show him I was reasonable. "And listen, I know they advertise they're for all body types and that people should wear whatever makes them comfortable, but next time you should probably have something on, at least for before and after the session." Oh my GOD! I realized I had just been standing there as if it was completely normal for me to talk to strangers while not wearing any clothes. I wanted to immediately cover up but forced myself not to, in case he wondered why; I didn't want him thinking he made me uncomfortable. He escorted me back to the path and waited as I headed toward the yoga group. Facing the sun as they had, most with closed eyes or at least sunglasses, they had missed my emergence from the ravine, but now the instructor had turned around to speak to the group and saw me approaching. I wasn't sure why I hadn't just run for it, but I think I was trying to show off for the park guy. I glanced back and my breath caught in my throat for a moment as I realized he had been watching my bare backside the entire time, not even moving from his spot until he saw I had reached the group. "Welcome to the Body and Mind group." Startled out of my fantasy thoughts I turned around and realized I had willingly walked up to this woman while I remained naked and uncovered. My hands started to move to my chest and my pussy but she reached out and gently grabbed my arms "Don't worry dear, no one here will judge. Our goal is to become comfortable with our bodies and who we are." Um, okay, I thought. My goal is to get the hell out of here and find some clothes. Then it hit me - if I stayed and got to know the group, maybe they could help me out with clothes or even a drive home! I could do this, I thought. I could do this. "Okay, where should I, er, be?" "She can join our group - we have an extra mat." I heard from behind me. "Perfect," said the instructor. "Thank you Sarah." I turned to see who had said that. Just as the voice registered in my mind, I locked eyes with someone I thought I recognized, a smile forming on her face. I vaguely remembered hearing the same name, right after an orgasm I had had while hiding under a table only a few feet away from two police officers. There had been a woman sitting at the table who, hidden from view, had used her foot to massage my vagina and bring me to a climax, all while she was talking with the cops. Sarah. Her name was Sarah. Not How I Planned The Morning - Part 3 F. M. L. Seriously? There was no way I was going to do yoga in front of this woman. Not that there was anything she hadn’t already become way too familiar with. As I was looking at her she said "don't be afraid, it's okay" and winked at me. I took a deep breath and decided if I was going to get home, I'd have to go through with this, plus maybe Sarah would figure she owed me. I sat down on the spare mat, closing my eyes and trying not to overthink how I was exposing my bare backside to a few people and would probably be exposing a lot more before long. An hour ago streaking seemed like I was pushing limits and now I'm about to purposefully expose every inch of my body in a slow and deliberate way. My mind was racing with all the emotions going through me. At this moment my nakedness almost felt empowering. With the park ranger it was arousing, and with the gas station attendant and the construction workers it felt humiliating. I wasn't certain what feeling would be next... Sarah introduced me to her two friends, Kerry and Abigail. Kerry was pleasant enough, and after a moment's hesitation and looking around, decided that if I could go naked, she could go topless. As she removed her sports bra she leaned over and confided that she wasn't generally an exhibitionist. She had a stepson who was always trying to see her naked but since he wasn't here she felt more comfortable pushing herself to do something so daring. On the other hand, Abigail didn't even say hello, but just looked at me with a gaze that suggested she didn’t care for me. Can’t figure out why - it’s not like I'm going to try and steal anything from her. Where would I put it? “Today we will be working on partner yoga, with each person reaching beyond their comfort zone, finding strength and support in their partner.” What? I mean, WHAT? I had done a few basic yoga poses with friends at college and knew I was pretty flexible, but wouldn’t partner yoga be for…partners? Turns out among this group it was accepted. Clearly I wasn’t going to partner with Abigail. Something in Sarah’s eye made me start to ask Kerry, only to have Sarah interrupt and offer to partner with me. Kerry, not picking up on anything, agreed. Abigail didn’t reply. The first couple poses were like stretching. "Double seated forward bend." Legs straight, bend forward at the waist as far as you can go. Face each other so the soles of our feet press together, grasping each other’s arms by the elbow. Normal stuff. Except one of us was completely bare-ass naked and now my breasts were hanging provocatively before Sarah’s eyes. I started to say something but the instructor admonished me not to talk during the pose, for the sake of my concentration and my partner’s (bite me) and that of everyone else since they could hear me. "Back to Back Chair." Stand back to back, link elbows, and slowly walk your feet forward, keeping your backs (and butts) pressed together until your legs are at 90 degree angles. Not mentioned; keep your chest out so that everyone around you can see your bare breasts rising and falling as you breath in rhythm. We did each pose for five minutes before moving on. "Infinity Yoga Pose." I had no idea what that was. Sarah explained it was like the double seated forward bend but with a literal twist. “One of us will be upside down and under the other.” What? “Don’t worry,” Sarah said, “I’ll be the one upside down, head on the ground looking skyward, butt in the air, legs angled back down past my head. You just do the basic pose, except you have to lift your feet while keeping your legs perfectly straight. I’ll be underneath you, our legs touching the whole way - the heels of your feet resting on my butt, my feet underneath your butt.” Fine, whatever, I’m sure I’ll figure it out. The easiest way to do this was for Sarah to get into place. I then sat down, placing my bare ass on her feet, though the only way to do so was with my legs spread apart like I was stradling her, a position I wanted to last as little as possible. I pulled my legs up on to hers as we grasped each other’s arms by the elbow. We inched closer as we moved our hands up each other’s arms as far as we could go, looking for all the world like the infinity symbol. Or maybe a clothed yin and pale naked yang. I closed my eyes and almost immediately felt movement under my butt. Oh f—k. Where Sarah’s feet were resting. With a death grip on my arms so I couldn’t break free, Sarah was using her feet to push my butt a little further away, which had the effect of moving her…Oh my God! No, she wouldn’t!!! My eyes snapped open and my breathing intensified, my heart pounding as I realized what she intended to do. With our legs trapped between our clasped arms I couldn’t see Sarah; I just whispered “Please, not now, not here!” She didn’t say anything and I just pictured that wicked grin on her face. My earlier arousal from the run-in with the park ranger hadn’t gone away and I was still very wet and very on edge. It didn’t take long for Sarah’s toes to once again find their mark, but this time there was no table, no tablecloth, no privacy at all. I was about to have an orgasm in full view of 18 other people who had no clue what was happening! I dug my nails into Sarah’s arms and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making any sounds as for the second time in a few hours, Sarah methodically and ruthlessly used her toes to play with my vagina. I was once again trapped and helpless and there were all these people around and I was being pushed over the edge and oh, oh my God, oh my God, oh my GOD!!! This time Sarah didn’t let up when the first orgasm peaked. She kept her toes moving the entire time, finding new rhythms to catch me off guard and to keep me going. I just whimpered hoping she'd have mercy on my incredibly sensitive pussy but she wasn’t stopping and I was still trapped and I couldn't scream if I wanted to and somehow now both of her feet and OHH! Holy God!!! HOLY F—KING GOD!!! I don’t know whether she stopped after the second orgasm out of pity or because the time allotted for the pose had ended, but I found myself lying on my side, drenched in sweat in the chilly morning air, breathing ragged, heart racing faster than I ever thought possible. I kind of remember Sarah telling the instructor “She’ll be okay, she just cramped up - I don’t think she’s used to this degree of flexibility.” As good an excuse as any for why the naked girl just lay there and couldn’t have walked 3 steps, let alone do strenuous yoga at that moment. The feelings of empowerment I had earlier were shattered and gone, replaced by humiliation worse than last night…and intense arousal. Not How I Planned The Morning - Part 4 As I regained consciousness, or maybe just my senses, I realized that the yoga session was ending. To maintain the illusion that a severe cramp was to blame for my condition Sarah spent the last part of the session massaging and stretching out my leg. As I moved to sit up she just winked at me and I blushed furiously, the sort that went from my cheeks to my still naked breasts. Naked. I had been naked outside for six. straight. hours. And had three orgasms, each more intense than the last, and all outside. But it was hopefully about to end. As the yoga group broke up and headed out, I turned to Sarah and her friends and asked if there was any chance they could give me a ride back to my house? Kerry had to get somewhere and apologized she couldn't help. Sarah didn't say anything right away which let Abigail speak up and offer me a ride. It was the first thing she had spoken to me; I figured she was taking pity on me after my "injury" during the Infinity pose... I felt like I had to maintain the charade of showing up naked on purpose and so used the last of my energy to keep myself from covering up as we headed to her car. Abigail had her phone out and was texting as she walked quickly. She was taller than I was so I had to walk quickly to keep up. The confidence and defiance I had a couple hours ago when it was my brother and his friend had disappeared. I couldn't bring myself to walk next to Abigail and so followed a step behind her; with her earlier disapproving attitude I felt more like a kid in trouble than any other time since this misguided adventure started. Maybe it was the exhaustion, but my mind had been thinking more and more about all the emotional swings of the night (and now day) and how mentally I responded differently based on the situation, the people I encountered, their attitude toward me, and so on. Right now I wasn't so much humiliated as feeling disappointed in myself and I wasn't sure why. We got to her car, a little two-seat cherry red corvette, and she said "I have a towel in there..." Yes! "...that I would like you to put on the seat before you sit down." I should have known. "Thank you for giving me a ride" I responded. We got in the car and I tried not to slouch, but it was a sunny morning and I really didn't want anyone to see me as we drove so I slouched down as much as I could without being obvious, keeping my hands at my sides. As we pulled out of the lot she started talking. "You can stop now." "Excuse me?" I wasn't sure what she meant. "This, whatever it is. I know you weren't there for Yoga. You can stop pretending now, I know what you've been up to." There were butterflies in my stomach now. I crossed my arms over my belly and nervously rubbed my right foot against my left leg... "My husband told me all about you." "Your husband?" I thought he must have been at the yard party...but why wouldn't she have been there with him? "This morning at breakfast he mentioned there had been a naked trespasser he was trying to locate." Oh, shit! that must mean... "He and a fellow officer spent more than an hour trying to find your tight little ass, talking with a couple kids who had seen you. At one point he caught a glimpse of you running away from the convenience store on the other side of town." I couldn't speak. "From his detailed description and the look in his eye as he talked, I knew he was enthralled with you...fixated on you. I knew it wouldn't be me he would be thinking about as he went to bed this morning." Oh, God... "And then on my way to the park, I stopped by my art studio..." I couldn't breathe. "...and noticed someone had been there, spilling paint all over the outside patio...It was you, wasn't it?" I was frozen and didn't answer. "No need to admit it - I could see the faint remains of paint on your ass when you joined us." Oh, God! I thought I got it all off with the towel in Eric's car... "So what is this, some sort of game to you? Are you trying to get something from this? Do you enjoy acting recklessly and messing with people?" Oh, this was so bad... "No" I said, "It wasn't...I mean...I was just...I wanted to see..." "See what? See if you could get away with it?" I was petrified and couldn't think of anything to say. "Okay, don't answer. You think this is a game, that your actions don't have consequences? Fine. Get out." And she stopped the car. Wait, what? I looked around and didn't recognize immediately where we were. "Get out." She repeated. And then I saw where we were. In front of the elementary school. "No, you can't..." I started. "Yes, I can. And you're going to want to get out soon." Something in her tone...I just looked at her... "Two reasons...One, that bus pulling up is my son's 8th grade middle school class - they're visiting the elementary school to play sports and other games with the kindergarten students, which they'll do outside right over there." Oh my God... "And two, I texted one of my husband's buddies who's working the morning shift at the station that I had just seen their naked trespasser streaking past the elementary school. There should be a police car arriving any minute. Naked yoga might be accepted by some, but indecent exposure in front of kids?" I jumped out of her car and took off. Because of where she dropped me I had to run right past the school bus - to the right was the start of the ravine and to the left was the school itself where the kindergarten kids were already starting to come outside. I put one hand up to try to hide my eyes and that side of my face from however many 8th graders might be taking pictures with their phones. That didn't prevent me from hearing all the shouts and rude comments about my body as they exited out the bus door or crowded at the windows. These kids were several years younger than me yet they were just as crude as the construction workers earlier. I tried to cover my vagina with my other hand, but that was awkward and slowed me down so I gave up and ran as fast as I could. In a distant part of my mind I thought that in a different setting maybe I would have had fun teasing boys who were going through puberty - nothing physical, just showing off as most of them had probably never seen a naked woman's body before, at least not one that wasn't online. I reached the end of the school property and turned right, finally back on my side of the ravine. There were six blocks to go before I was home. Not How I Planned The Morning - Part 5 I was spent. Even though I was 19 and in college, the middle school kids reminded me of how much I hated middle school... They were leering at me, taunting me, and undoubtedly getting photos or videos of me. Somehow it was different when it was older people, which I could understand would make me feel less in control due to my age. Even my brother's friend, though he was three years younger, was taller than me and had been in high school at the same time as me last year...so it was kind of understandable. But the middle schoolers were different. I was the older one, the taller one, the more experienced one. And yet I had no authority, no control, no way to assert myself. One stark naked 19-year old doesn't stand a chance against a bus of mean and determined 13-14 year olds. Had I thought about it I probably couldn't have walked away under my own power let alone run away. As I said, I was spent. And I was numb. After everything my mind and naked body had been subjected to, I was moving on sheer adrenaline and instinct. 6 blocks meant 12 yards, and probably fences... I ran through the first two yards alongside the ravine with no fences and no incidents. Hopefully most people would be at work or school... I crossed the street and ran through the first yard of the next block before coming to my first fence. It was one of those "farm" fences with three boards, low, middle, high, between posts every several feet. Easy enough if a tight fit. I crawled between the middle and top boards when I heard someone shout behind me "Hey!" I was partway through like some perverted magic trick; my ass and my legs were sticking out at whomever yelled at me, while my head, arms, and torso were all on the other side, my breasts hanging down provocatively. I didn't care who it was, I just pulled myself through and kept running. The next block presented no problems. I was halfway. 3 blocks, 6 yards. On the fourth block I started to run up a driveway, only to see there was a massive privacy fence and locked gate blocking my way to the back yard. I ran sideways across the lawn to the next yard. No luck, I could see the fence had pointed triangle tops similar to our own. There was no cutting across a yard anymore as a giant hedge along the property line of the next yard forced me back to the sidewalk. I gave up and stayed on the sidewalk to the end of the street, figuring I would just lose time trying different yards. It was a decision that would have lasting consequences for two people. Reaching the end of the block, I turned right. Three blocks up and I'd be on my street again. The thought of this nightmare coming to an end actually started me crying; it was almost over. I made it another block, two streets shy of my own, when it happened. Up ahead I saw an elderly gentleman walking his dog. They were headed away from me and I figured I'd just run past them - I no longer cared if anyone saw my bare ass, so long as they didn't see the rest. He collapsed. Oh God, he collapsed right in front of me. And he didn't trip, I could see him stop walking, then he went to the ground, slowly at first but much more quickly at the end. And he wasn't moving. His dog, a beagle or something, was confused and first tugged on the leash and then went back to nuzzle the old man, as if the dog knew something was wrong. Without thinking, I slowed down as I approached, thoughts of my state of total undress cast aside momentarily. "Hey...hey sir, can you hear me? Are you okay?" I fervently wished that he'd stir, even yell that he was fine and wave me off so I could go home. Still no movement. I walked around him and crouched down to look at his face, dimly aware that if he suddenly opened his eyes he'd be staring right at my vagina. Shaking him on the shoulder did no good, and as I leaned in I could tell he was barely breathing. I looked at the rest of him; one hand was clutching his dog's leash, the other was stuck in the inside pocket of his jacket. Meyer he was reaching for his medicine when he collapsed. With trembling hands of my own I removed his hand from the pocket and reached in to find not medicine, but a cell phone! I quickly called 911..."What's the emergency?" "I'm at the corner of Renton and Fisher. Some guy I don't know just collapsed and isn't moving. Send an ambulance!" "Is there anything else you can tell us?" I explained how he seemed to know he was about to collapse right before it happened. "Can you give me your name?" Not How I Planned The Morning - Part 6 "Ma'am, are you there? Can you give me your name, please?" I saw no reason to, but no reason not to..."Ca-Caroline" I stammered, heart pounding as I knew what would soon happen. "Help is coming - can you stay with him until they get there? Ma'am?" "Y-Yes, I'll...stay." "Okay, there's a rescue squad 5 minutes away from your location. There's a police unit that might get there sooner." I nodded silently, tears welling up in my eyes. "Ma'am, did you hear me?" "Yes" "Okay, please stay on the line until they get there." I looked down at the man who, for all I could tell was dying before me and I wasn't sure if my tears were for him or me. I knew I could probably steal his jacket and run home - the ambulance was on the way and there was nothing more I could really do...but the thought of leaving someone in his condition, let alone taking something of his just for my needs seemed so selfish as to nearly sicken me. Even after all that had happened... The police arrived first and came upon the sight of a stark naked 19-year old with medium length brown hair siting on the ground with an elderly (clothed) male of unknown age who was in distress. The two officers, who had not been on duty the previous shift but had certainly heard of their fellow officers' search, took over the conversation with the 911 operator. One stayed with the man until the paramedics arrived. The other handcuffed me and walked me to the squad car. As soon I called 911 I expected this. Knew it would happen and couldn't change it, not without feeling enormous guilt over leaving someone helpless. After hours of running from the cops and trying to get home, i was caught two blocks away. I had trespassed through someone's yard, then trespassed again at Abigail's studio. I had only knocked over paint, but I was sure she'd press charges somehow. It was the indecent exposure charge that scared me, though. Running naked past all those middle schoolers not to mention the kindergarten kids. Abigail told me as much; it was more serious than simply trespassing. I had no idea if exposing myself at a school was enough to make me a sex offender - I didn't think so, but what did I know? Best not to find out I had hoped. Not long after, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics jumped out, saw the open police car door and, being human, missed a step upon seeing the completely naked girl, handcuffed in the back seat. By now the commotion started to draw those neighbors who were home, mostly senior citizens and stay-at-home parents. Half watching the paramedics, half watching me. The emotional feelings I had for the poor man outweighed the feelings I had left for myself. Eventually the ambulance drove off with the old man, leaving the cops, me, and a few remaining spectators who no longer had anything else capturing their attention. The second cop came over. Both stood outside the car, gazing down at me as I was still sitting there, handcuffs behind my back preventing me from covering up. If ever I had felt submissive, this was it. After another moment just looking at me, the older cop spoke. "Where do you live?" "...A couple, uh a couple blocks away." "You know how much trouble you're in, right?" I just nodded. The two cops looked at each other. "What's your actual address? We'll take you home." I didn't hear what they said and looked up with a question clearly on my mind. "You've apparently pissed off a few people. But we also spoke with a couple others who were pretty sure this wasn't all your fault. Is that the case?" It came out in a rush. The tears, the story, how I was tricked...mostly...as much as I hated my brother for what he did, I didn't want -him- to go to jail. I said I was on my way home when someone I knew offered me a ride and that it was that person who tricked me. I gave them Eric's first name but said I couldn't remember the last name, just that it was someone I recognized from school. At some point during the story one of them pulled out a blanket from the trunk and draped it over me, I think because they finally believed I hadn't done this for fun, or at least not after the first part. They drove me home, made sure I could get in, and left. I was inside, away from all eyes. My parents were at work, probably having assumed I was in bed asleep, and my a--hole brother was at school. You might think the first thing I did was put on clothes, but first I took a shower. And then got dressed. For the first time in...I looked at the clock...nearly 8 hours. Holy Hell. When my brother got home I told him that as long as he never told our parents I wouldn't kick his ass. When he heard how out of control things got he was incredibly apologetic, telling me he didn't think it would get that far, that I'd just run the mile to get home and get back before the sun came up. Our parents were introverts, didn't use social media, and might, just might not ever know. The disparate run-ins wouldn't all get linked, and from the cop who dropped me off, they said they'd clear things up without my name going on the record. I slept the rest of the day. Not How I Planned The Morning - Epilogue I was back on campus by the end of the weekend. Over the next few weeks my mind gradually made the transition from worrying and anticipating an urgent phone call from home or a text from a friend, to relief that apparently nothing happened, to even beginning to wonder if I could bring myself to tell my classmates about what I had been through, maybe at the next Truth or Dare party. Maybe with time I could even see the humor or beauty of what I experienced. Or get up the nerve to ask out one of the people I met that night...if I could decide which one of the two... The emotional rollercoaster had been unreal - intense embarrassment, arousal, fear, humiliation, excitement, betrayal, numbness...not to mention how raw my emotions were at the end...as much because of who I was with as what I was going through. My brother, in an obvious effort to stay on my good side, let me know that the old man had survived an apparent heart attack and that people were saying I had probably saved him (or at least that some random naked chick had probably saved him). That feeling alone made up for so much of the crap I had been through and lifted my spirits to no end. Given the chance, the mind can be wonderfully resilient. Ultimately my brother kept his promise never to tell my parents, the various videos never posted to social media, and any photographs must not have shown my face after all. Plus, the people I ran into at the yard party and the yoga session must not have told the story, or at least not used my name. I couldn't know that the story of the man who had collapsed and was helped by a naked Good Samaritan had made the gossip rounds faster than did my naked adventure. My escapades had been turned upside down; instead of a naked girl causing problems, those who knew thought there was a naked do-gooder out there, waiting for when she'd be needed again. That sounded less likely and was often dismissed as kids trying to create a naked urban legend, however, and actually helped muddy reality, further preventing the spread of what actually happened that night. Now, a few weeks later, I'm headed home for Election Day tomorrow, and yeah, I'm nervous - it's like returning to the scene of the crime. I'll only be home for 24 hours, just long enough to see family and a couple friends who are still seniors in high school, so I'm sure all will be fine. One of my friends told me her younger sister entered some photographs she took in a local community college art exhibition on "What is Freedom" and wants me to see it while I'm in town. I was looking forward to seeing my friends this time! ~not fin~

Nikki's Encore byrd75000© "Returning to our local stage in the lead role is Nikki Morales," the review in the local newspaper began, "and what she may lack in acting skills is more than made up for by her courage in appearing naked on stage for half of the production." Well, I want to tell you, that's a big fat lie. I wasn't naked half of the time, although come to think of it, that's not a bad idea. I had only scene where I was completely nude, and the rest of the time I was wearing something -- maybe not much, but something. And I thought I showed great acting skills. After all, I'm playing my favorite role, Nikki the exhibitionist. But let me tell you the whole story, and then you can decide. You may have already read a couple of my stories, so you know that I'm a college student who joined a community theater group last fall when I had a chance to play the lead in Gypsy. Somehow, each time I performed the big strip scene in the show, I managed to lose a little more clothing and by closing night, I ended up completely nude in front of the audience. And then there was the holiday fund-raising event where I decided to auction off my sexy Santa outfit and wound up naked again. I know what you're thinking -- I must be a very naughty girl to do these things. But I'm not! I didn't really plan any of this -- it just sort of happened. I love the attention and I do find it exciting to have all those guys looking at me. And, it turned out that my performances have raised a lot of money for the theater, which led to the proposal that I star in their next production, a play about the secret life of a call girl. Me, 19-year old Nikki Morales, full time college student and part time exhibitionist! I couldn't wait to start rehearsing for the new show. I guess you could say I had been bitten by the acting bug, but I also was looking forward to the thrill of showing off to an audience, knowing that I was deliberately exposing myself to the prying eyes of all those people. And I was intrigued by the idea of playing a call girl, hoping that meant plenty of skimpy outfits and sexy situations.  Just before the holidays, I got a copy of the play from the head of the Board of Directors of the community theater, Lorraine Manning, with the request to meet with her and the director, Rob Laine, shortly after New Year's. Because of the nature of the play, there wasn't going to be an open call for casting. Lorraine and Rob decided to approach people privately who had appeared in other productions in the past. I guess some of the women were uncomfortable with the subject matter, but most of the roles were for guys. And Lorraine told me that all of the men had only one question -- who was going to play the lead role of Crystal. Once they heard it was going to be me, none of them turned her down. There were four major roles for guys -- Darrell, Stanley, Steve, and Josh. Darrell and Steve were chosen to play two older guys who are Crystal's clients -- one is a rich businessman and the other is a local politician. Steve was cast as a gay character who's Crystal's best friend and confidante. And Josh, who I already knew from Gypsy, was going to play the part of a guy that Crystal meets through the politician and eventually -- spoiler alert! -- the two of them fall in love.  Rehearsing with Steve and Darrell was fun and easy. Although I hadn't met them before, we hit it off immediately. Neither of them seemed concerned about the nature of the play; they were totally cool about it and didn't even mention some of the scenes we'd have to do together. Darrell was particularly sweet -- kind of protective of me but still really respectful. I wish I had him for a teacher in college. Now Josh is good looking and he's not at all stuck on himself, plus he's got a good sense of humor. We're almost the same age and I got to know him a little when we were in Gypsy together. But I think he never recovered from seeing me prancing around backstage in a c-string and pasties; he's always been a little shy and awkward around me, which I think is kind of cute. So when it turned out that my big nude scene was going to be with him, I never missed a chance to tease him about it. It was different with Stanley, who could be a little weird and creepy. The first time the cast got together, he pulled me aside to say that he completely respected what I was doing and that although he would be doing what the script required him to do, he just wanted me to know that it was just acting and not what he felt. But then I'd catch him during rehearsals staring at my ass and think "sure, Stanley, it's just acting." I began to understand why he had been cast as the sleazy politician! Rob turned out to be a terrific director and easy to talk to. He encouraged me to take chances that really helped to bring the character to life. "Nikki," he told me, "when you're on stage I want you to remember that you're a call girl and your customer is the audience. You're acting out their fantasies, both the men and the women. So be spontaneous and play to them. Anything goes when you're on that stage." I could feel that familiar tingling feeling as he told me this. "Anything?" I asked, in a teasing, little girl voice. He smiled and added, "Well, almost anything." Rehearsals for most scenes were straightforward. We'd go over the basic stage movements, which were usually pretty simple, and then run through the dialog. The one intense scene comes at the end, when there's this big confrontation between me and my boyfriend, the part played by Josh. He's mad at me and I have to convince him that I really do love him -- that my "secret life" has been my love for him, not my career as a call girl. And I realize that I now want to live that "secret life" and be with him. I start off angry and then deliver a big long speech. Throughout the scene, Josh is sitting on the bed facing the front of the stage, and at the end, I turn towards him with my back to the audience. I undress, then take off his shirt, unzip his pants, and get on top of him. We embrace and the lights go down. That was going to be my nude scene -- nothing new for me, I thought, after my closing night strip in Gypsy where I took everything off. Rehearsing for the play made me realize how much my confidence had grown -- or maybe I should say, how much more I had embraced my exhibitionist impulses. When we were rehearsing for Gypsy, I found myself wondering about whether or not I'd be able to follow through and do a revealing strip. It was exciting and a little bit nerve-wracking. But as we began work on the new play, I had no doubt I could wear the skimpy outfits and handle the scene where I would appear naked --- in fact, I couldn't wait for the performances to start. So, I decided to come up with some ways to make rehearsals more fun.  One evening during the third week of rehearsals, I arrived early for a meeting with Michelle, the costume designer, so I could try on some of the lingerie I'd be wearing in the scenes when I entertain my clients. The play has a lot of humor in it, especially with the businessman who was being played by Darrell. He's supposed to be into all of these fantasies so I'm dressed up like a school girl and a French maid and he chases me around the stage. But the scenes with Stanley, the politician, are creepier because what he really wants is someone who will treat him like he's completely worthless. For those scenes, the director wanted me to wear as little as possible, taunting him with my body but never letting him even touch me. Michelle pulled out the first outfit, a sheer full length black dressing gown trimmed with fake fur and with a belt across the middle. And when I say "sheer" I mean it was completely transparent, designed to be worn with lace-trimmed black underwear -- a filmy black bra that barely managed to contain my breasts and a transparent set of black bikini briefs that offered just the smallest opaque triangle covering my pussy. Trying on the panties in the dressing room, I could see that my butt crack was completely visible through the fabric stretched across my ass. As I fastened the bra and tied the gown around me, a familiar warm feeling spread through my body.  I was about to call out to Michelle, "Can you come in here a minute?" when I stopped myself. "Oh, Nikki," I thought, "wouldn't it be more fun to go see her?" I opened the dressing room door and took a few steps out into the corridor that led to the backstage area. Looking down the hall, I could see Rob and a couple of the crew bent over some sketches of the scenery, with Michelle standing close by talking to them. I had forgotten to put my shoes on, so I was able to silently tiptoe down the hall to a spot about ten feet from where they were all standing. I could feel the butterflies fluttering as I waited for someone to look. They didn't notice me at first, but after about thirty seconds, one of the crew (a guy named Fred, a retired carpenter in his sixties who had volunteered to help with some of the sets) glanced up from the diagram and stopped mid-sentence. He just stared at me, while slowly the rest of the group turned toward me. "Sorry," I called out, "I didn't mean to interrupt. When you're free, Michelle, I just wanted to have you take a look at this." And with that I casually let my hands move downward brushing against the robe, which had the effect of causing the sides of the gown to flutter apart and offer a brief glimpse of my panties and legs before the fabric shifted back in place. Rob was the first to speak. "Well, Nikki, seems like we've all had a chance to take a look,"" he said with a smile. "I'm just getting Michelle's opinion about some color choices for the background. Give us a minute and she'll be right with you." "Oh, okay," I said, in a very offhand manner. "No rush," and with that, I just leaned against the wall, which allowed the front of the gown to part and reveal my calf and most of my right thigh. I could see that the carpenter was trying hard not to look, but he kept glancing up when he thought the others weren't noticing. And I just looked back at him, smiling sweetly as if this was how I dressed every day. After a couple of minutes, Michelle strolled over to me and in a low voice said, "Having fun, Nikki?"  "Oh, I don't know....maybe," I grinned. "Just kind of getting into my character." "Well just don't give Fred a heart attack," she joked, linking her arm in mine and walking me down the hallway. "Now, let's take a look and see if I need to make any adjustments." With that, we ducked back in the dressing room.  A little while later there was a knock at the door, and Rob called out, "Mind if I come in?" By that point we had finished with the lingerie and I had just slipped into the French maid outfit that I wear for one of scenes with Darrell. Michelle looked at me as if to say "okay with you?" so I shouted out, "door's unlocked." Rob entered, closing the door behind him and seemingly not noticing the flared black miniskirt that barely covered my ass and the form-fitting top that pushed my boobs up and out, making my breasts look more like 36Cs instead of the 34Bs they actually are. "You like?" I teased.  "Looks perfect," he replied. "In fact, Nikki, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'd been talking over the weekend with two of our volunteers who are going to handle the publicity for the play. They're going to be taking some cast photos to use for ads and other posters. But seeing you now made me realize it would be good to have everybody pose in costume rather than just street clothes. Could make for some pretty memorable shots if you're up for it." He paused, then continued, "Would you be okay with that?"  "Ready for a chance to be photographed in some revealing lingerie?" I thought to myself. "Is this some sort of trick question?" But I noticed Michelle was already grinning at me, so I calmed down a bit and carefully answered, "Sure, I'm willing to give it a try if you think it will help the show." "I'm sure it will," Rob replied with a grin. In reply, I just stuck my tongue out at him. "Let me see if we can set up a photoshoot for later this week. Just let me know when you've got some free time. And oh," Rob continued, turning to Michelle, "I'm thinking we'll stay with more subdued backgrounds for the set, so if you've got more black and white lingerie items, can you get them ready for Nikki?" "No problem," said Michelle. But as soon as the door closed, she looked at me and smiled. "Why do I think it won't matter what outfits we pick out?" "Whatever do you mean?" I said, trying my best to look slightly confused and completely innocent. "You know exactly what I mean," she said. "You'll find some way to wiggle out of some of them." I sat there and smiled, giving my best "who, me?" look. ***** Rob emailed me to say that everything was set up for the photo session, and he gave me a time to meet at a local photographer's studio, saying he'd bring along the girl who was going to do make-up for the show as well as two volunteers from the publicity team. I had to drive about 20 minutes to get there and I was kind of distracted thinking about posing for the pictures so I got lost and arrived late. I rushed in and was surprised to see that Michelle and Lorraine were there along with the photographer, his assistant, Claire (who was going to do my make-up), Rob, all six members of the publicity and sales team, and the rest of the leads from the cast! It looked like I was going to have quite an audience, something that served to heighten my excitement. I could feel myself blush slightly but I think Rob assumed I was just a little embarrassed at being late. "Well, we're just about ready here so why don't you go with Michelle and Claire and get into one of your outfits and we'll continue working on the lighting," Rob offered. "We brought along most of the wardrobe, so you may want to start with the black dress from the party scene." Looking at Josh, Steve, Darrell, and Stanley, I realized that they were already in costume, so I hurried over to the two women and followed them into a small dressing room. "What's going on?" I whispered to Michelle. I thought they were just going to be taking a few pictures of me. And I had assumed that Rob would want me to pose in some of the lingerie." I guess my disappointment must have been obvious, but both of them smiled while Claire patted my arm. "Don't worry, Nikki," Michelle responded. "Rob suggested that you might want to start with the dress you wear in the first scene just to make sure you didn't feel embarrassed in front of the photographer. But I'm sure no one would object if you were comfortable posing in a little less clothing." A smile spread across my face and a tingling feeling started in the pit of my stomach. "Well, you know me," I replied. "I'll do whatever it takes to help sell some tickets."  Michelle chuckled, adding, "Yes, and whatever allows you to parade around with as little on as possible." She started pulling out some of the costumes and said, "Now, let's get to work and pick out something for you to wear."  We looked at several outfits and I finally selected the baby doll, which just happened to be shortest one. The top was black satin trimmed with a sexy black lace, cut out to reveal the inner curves of my breasts. The lace trim extended almost to the center, with the satin providing cover for my nipples. Lace extended down the sides and across the back, with the garment ending at the very tops of my legs, thereby ensuring that with every step the bottom curve of my ass cheeks barely covered by the bikini panties would bounce in and out of view. And that was the outfit that Michelle was now handing me to put on. "I don't think it will take me long to get into this," I said, taking it from her hand and stepping behind a curtain to change. Five minutes later, I walked back into the main part of the studio and headed over to Rob. I had picked out a pair of four-inch heels to make sure my butt and legs were shown off to full advantage, and the clicking of the heels on the studio floor had the effect of causing everyone to turn in my direction. The black satin material shone in the lights, and I was hoping that the cute guy helping with the lights had managed to catch a glimpse of my panties as I had approached the group. "Reporting for duty," I said to Rob, and folding my hands demurely in front of me and playing with the lace trim at the bottom of the baby doll. "Looks like you ignored my suggestion about the black dress," Rob commented. "But I think this will work nicely," he continued with a sly grin. "The contrast of having everyone in evening clothes and you in lingerie should work well. After all, this is a play about a call girl."  "Here's what we'll do," he continued. "Let's start with a shot of you alone stretched out on the sofa." As I stepped up onto the raised platform and moved toward the furniture, Rob provided more directions. "That's right, just lie down, prop yourself up on one arm and roll over on your hip so you can look directly that at the camera. After a few shots of just you, we'll have the guys stand behind the sofa."  And that's how the photo shoot began. They played with the lighting as I adjusted my position. I noticed that the baby doll had a tendency to move around as I stretched out, making the nipple on my right breast clearly visible through the lace. I made no attempt to shift the fabric but simply looked straight ahead as if I was completely unaware of what had happened.  Alex, the cameraman, started snapping pictures, and in a little while Darrell, Steve, Stanley and Josh joined in and struck various poses behind me. Then, they had me stand up pose with the four other leads standing next to me while they moved the sofa away.  As usual, Stanley was acting creepy. It seemed to me he was always making a point of positioning himself directly behind me, putting his arm around me, or rubbing up against me. So, whenever I could, I'd try to make sure I was standing between Steve and Darrell or Josh.  After a while, Alex said he had enough shots for now, and Rob called a break. He suggested that we all change outfits, with the men getting into the clothes they'd wear in Act Two (which for the older guys meant suits and for Steve and Josh meant just regular street clothes). I had several costume changes in the second half of the show so Rob suggested that Michelle and I pick out whatever I felt most comfortable wearing. As soon as we got to the dressing room, I looked at Michelle and said, "What about the Stanley outfit?" There's a scene in the play where I'm in a hotel room with Stanley and I'm supposed to totally humiliate him by making him crawl around the floor while I stand over him in a skimpy black lace bra, garter and stockings, v-string and stilettos and make him lick my shoes. I couldn't resist the temptation of reminding him of that scene. And, I guess I also thought it would be fun to be photographed wearing even less than what I had on now.  The bra was underwired and was a big help in emphasizing my cleavage. And in case you don't know, a v-string is a little bigger than a G-string in the front, so that meant it would cover the cute little dark brown landing strip that I had been grooming over the last few weeks in preparation for my nude scene. But it also meant my big old butt would be hanging out there, something that made me feel a little excited. And I guess Michelle figured that out, because she smiled and shook her head as she handed me the outfit. I was fumbling a bit with the garter belt, and Michelle explained that it was easier to put it on with the snap in front and then spin it around my waist rather than struggle to snap it from behind. "Who knew," I said with a giggle. "I guess I don't have much practice with this."  "What, Michelle replied in mock surprise, "you mean you don't dress like this for your boyfriend?" "What boyfriend?" I responded wistfully, "I'm too busy with school and this silly play." "I don't know, I thought maybe you and Josh had something going." "Josh? I have to keep reminding him I even exist." "Oh, he knows you exist, Nikki. But I think he's totally intimidated by you." "By me! No way. He's a total natural on stage, he goes to a much better college than me, and he's kind of hot. Why should I intimidate him?" "Well, I'm just saying. He's not confident like you. You're the star right now, and he's not going to make the first move." I finished pulling up my stockings and fastening them to the belt. "So, maybe I'll just have to take the initiative." I batted my eye lashes and reached for a dressing gown. "But right now, I guess we better rejoin the group." I went back into the studio and grabbed a bottle of water while Alex and his assistant finished adjusted the lighting. "Okay," Rob called, let's try a few shots with Nikki and each of you guys individually."  Wouldn't you know it, he picked Stanley first, maybe because Michelle had alerted him to the outfit I had selected. So, I decided I wouldn't take my robe off right away; there was no reason to give the pervy old guy any more of an eyeful than I had to. And I made sure to stand behind him. "I like that, Nikki," Rob responded. "Maybe you can just lean your arm on his shoulder and look over him. Oh, and you can take off the robe now." I nonchalantly let the robe slide off and then kicked it to the side. It seemed to get pretty quiet for a moment, but then Alex broke the silence by turning to Rob and saying, "So, looks like you're saving on the costume budget this time?" Everybody chuckled, and I could see that Stanley was trying to turn around to look, but Rob immediately caught him and said, "Stan, I need you to keep facing forward....eyes on the camera." I think Rob was picking up on the same creepy vibe that I felt because he only did a couple more shots and then had Darrell pose with me. After that Rob asked Josh to step forward, and I couldn't resist teasing him just a bit. I started off standing a little bit in front of him and to the right, both of us facing the camera. But with each shot, I inched my way a little closer, saying to Rob, "what if we had Josh put his arm around me since he's my boyfriend in the play?" And as I said that, I made sure to push my butt right up against his right leg as I picked up his arm and draped it across my shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't bite," I told him in my sexiest voice. "I promise." "Nikki, stop kidding around," Josh replied. "We have to do what Rob tells us," he said, getting all serious. Rob signaled that he thought we were doing fine and made a few suggestions that I liked -- he had me stand in front of Josh while he hugged me around the waist, which let me grind my cute little butt against what felt like a growing bulge in his pants. Then he suggested that I kneel down with both of us facing the camera, so I made sure that I tossed my head a bit with my hair brushing against Josh's crotch. I noticed that as soon Rob called for Steve to step in, Josh immediately turned away from the camera before I could stand up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him sneaking out into the corridor so none of us could see him.  By now, I was feeling completely comfortable standing in front of all these guys in my skimpy outfit, so I started playing it up a bit more. Also, Steve had confided in me during the first days of rehearsal that he felt he really understood his character because he himself was gay. However, he hadn't come out to most people so it was kind of our little secret. But ever since that conversation, I felt totally free around him and knew I could get away with just about anything. So, when Rob started posing us, I immediately turned sideways and faced away from Steve, bending a little at the knees and pushing my butt against him with his leg on my crack. "How's that?" I said to Rob, making sure the camera could get a nice view of my ass cheek. "Not sure we can use that pose in the advertisements, Nikki," he said good naturedly. "Let's try something a little different for the last shots." With that, he directed the assistant to bring over a small table and chair and handed me a pocket diary that he kept for making notes in." "You're supposed to be a call girl, so let's get you seated at the table looking through your little black book. Steve can stand over you with a protective look." It took a few minutes to get everything settled, and then Alex started shooting again. Steve tried various poses, and at one point, he inadvertently brushed his fingers against one of the bra straps, sliding it just off my shoulder. "That looks good, Nikki. Can you hold that for a minute?" and I heard him asking Alex to shoot from a different angle.  Just then, I noticed Josh had come back in the room and was talking with Darrell. "Hmmm," I thought to myself, "he can't sneak out easily now." And just like that, I decided to play out a little scene for my captive audience. "Rob?" I called out and I started to slide off the bra strap off my other shoulder, "any chance this diary is big enough to cover my boobs?" And before he could answer, I unsnapped my bra and let it fall on the table, picked up the book, and tried to use it to cover my breasts.  Steve immediately started to laugh as I opened the book as wide as it would go and earnestly tried to get it to cover my chest. First, I moved it in front of my left boob, then my right, trying to keep my two nipples covered. But no matter how I placed it, it wasn't wide enough to cover both. "Nope, guess that won't work," I said innocently with a big smile.  "No," Steve whispered to me. "But you seem determined to pose this way, so why don't you just cross one arm over your chest and hold the book on the table with your other?" "I knew actors were good for something," I said quietly and immediately followed his suggestion. Then, in a louder voice, I asked Rob, "Is this better?" I saw Rob's bemused smile as he answered, "Well, at least we won't get arrested now." And Alex snapped a few pictures.  "Okay, little girl," I heard Steve say as he leaned closer to me. "Now I dare you to lose the panties." "Ha," I replied. "They're not panties; it's called a V-string." And with that, I stood up, faced directly to where Josh was standing in the back of the room, and called out, "Steve says I'm still wearing too many clothes." Before anyone could respond, I pulled down my v-string, stepped out of it and sat back down. I demurely crossed my legs, repositioned my arm across my boobs, and smiled. "I think it's best to keep the garter and stockings on, don't you?" I heard Michelle laugh and some good-natured whistling from some of the guys, but Josh seemed to be turning away. Alex quickly took some more shots, making sure that nothing too naughty could be seen, and then Michelle handed me my robe. I immediately slipped it on and almost ran to the back of the room, trying to intercept Josh before he left. "Hey, going so soon?" I called to him.  "Yeah," he said in a subdued voice. "Got some work to do. And you'll probably want to hang out with Steve, so I'll just catch up with you later." And with that, he left before I could say anymore. "Oh, good work, Nikki," I thought to myself. "That completely backfired." Michelle came over and put a sympathetic arm around me.  "You're crazy, you know," she said.  "Just having fun," I said wistfully. "But don't worry, I don't give up easily." "I don't doubt that at all," she said as she led me back to the dressing room. *****  The last couple of weeks leading up to our first performance were pretty intense, with rehearsals almost every night. By that point, the sets had been completed, so we had to work hard on getting all our movements down. That's what they call "blocking," and it's important because you want to end up in the right place in relation to the other actors and you don't want to run into a wall or trip over a piece of furniture that wasn't there when you were rehearsing on an empty stage. And with this play, it was especially crazy for me because it was time for midterms at college and I had a lot of extra studying to do. All of that meant was that I didn't really have much extra time to devote to my new special project -- Josh! But we did get to spend hours going through our lines together, including practicing the scenes where we kiss. He was great to be with, and I could tell that he liked me. So finally it dawned on me, if I wasn't going to be able to find time to see him outside of the theater, I was going to have to make things happen right there on stage. Like I said, no matter what that stupid reviewer wrote, I can be a pretty good actress. Now, it's important to understand that even though Josh played my boyfriend, we only had a couple of scenes where we kissed -- at the end of Act One when the two characters first get together and a couple of quick kisses in Act Two. At the very end, we had our big dramatic scene where I'm talking about how I really do love him, and that ends as we start to embrace. At first, the kisses were quick with our mouths closed. But I made sure that each time we ran through the scene, the kisses lasted a little longer. And each night, and I was pretty sure Josh was enjoying them more. We were starting to run out of time -- the play was going to have on preview on Thursday night followed by three nights of performance on the weekend and three nights the following weekend. That meant we'd do a complete run-through of Act one on Monday night, all of Act Two on Tuesday, and a full dress rehearsal (or in my case, un-dress rehearsal!) on Wednesday. And that's when I finally changed Josh's mind about me.  On Monday night, I made sure that I messed up the blocking at the end of Act One, which meant that Rob kept asking us to run through the last few minutes of the act multiple times. And each time, I put a little more into the kiss. But the time we got to the third try, our mouths were open and I had my tongue halfway down his throat. Like I said, I'm a good actress! Rob was really helpful, too, whether he intended to be or not. He kept encouraging us to make that scene as romantic as possible, since that's how the audience starts to understand that Crystal really does love this guy. So, in addition to holding the kiss longer, he had us do more with our hands, actually encouraging Josh to grab my butt and pull me close. I made sure that my hands roamed a little too, sliding down his ass and threatening to sneak my fingers between his legs. When Rob finally decided we had it right and called a break, Josh pulled us off into a corner and rather awkwardly tried to apologize to me. "I hope that didn't make you too uncomfortable," he said, sincerely worried that he had somehow offended me. Facing him, I took both his hands to draw him closer. "Josh, let's get several things straight," I said, quickly glancing down at his crotch with a smile. "We're doing exactly what the roles demand. And furthermore, I'm enjoying this. You're an excellent kisser." His face turned bright red, and for a moment I thought he was going to run away. But I wouldn't let go of his hands, and he finally said, "What I mean is, with you and Steve, well I keep thinking he should be taking my place." "I think Steve is a great guy," I explained, "and I love him dearly. But if anything, in that scene he'd be more interested in taking my place, not yours." Josh looked thoroughly baffled for a moment, but then his eyes opened wide and he broke out in a big smile. "You mean that he's...." "I mean that we both need to respect his privacy and keep a secret." "Oh my god, I totally will," Josh stuttered. "It's just that I'm so...." He paused, took a deep breath and in a calmer voice continued. "It's just that I can be so stupid sometimes." What could I say -- most guys are. So I just nodded and squeezed his hands. "Just wait," I whispered, giving him a big smile, "until we get to Act Two."  Act Two, in case you've forgotten, is where I tell my boyfriend I love him and I'm giving up being a call girl. It's also the scene where I appear nude. It's set in our bedroom, and I've just come out of the shower wearing a terry cloth robe. I enter from the right and Josh is sitting on a big double bed on the left side of the stage and facing forward. I sit next to him, try to kiss him, but he's really angry with me because of my secret life as a call girl. So, he pushes me away and I walk to the front of the stage and deliver this long speech. I'm angry at first, but then I almost cry as I confess how much I really love him. He realizes he's been a jerk, so I push him back on the bed, take off my robe, straddle him and lean down to kiss him as the lights fade. Well, you can probably guess what I didn't like about that seen -- I don't get naked until the very end of the scene and even then, the audience only really gets to see my ass because of the way Josh is facing. Also, I don't get to fool around with him that much. So, when we went through it on Tuesday night, I managed to convince Rob to change the blocking a bit. As I entered, instead of standing in front of Josh with my back to the audience, I went behind him on the far side of the bed and reached around him and started unbuttoning his shirt. Then, I moved in front of him, pushed his legs apart, and knelt down to unzip his pants before he pushes me away. I knew things were going well with Josh because he didn't object to the changes, and Rob thought it helped to show that I was still treating him like I did my clients. I also knew how I could make sure I had more time being naked on stage, and just before the dress rehearsal on Wednesday, I got Rob to agree to that as well. Instead of keeping my robe on for most of the scene, I decided to take it off and drop it on the floor next to the bed when I first approach Josh from behind. That way, the audience gets to see me naked even before Josh's character realizes I've stripped, and I get to spend the next five minutes completely nude. Judging by the fact that entire cast and crew gave me a round of applause at the end of the rehearsal, I think they approved of my changes.  All of this helped me make some real progress with Josh. At the end of the dress rehearsal, when I leaned over to straddle him with my boobs dangling just a few inches from his mouth, I pulled him close and lingered just an extra few seconds with our kiss, my hips pressing down against his semi-erect cock. We could hear the sounds of the cast assembling on stage for the final curtain call, so I knew I had to end the kiss. As we did, I whispered in his ear, "I just love doing this scene with you."  "Me, too," he replied as we both stood up, without any hesitation or stammering. I hugged him even tighter, then stood up and slipped back into the robe that was still lying on floor next to the bed. With both of us smiling, he took my hand as we walked to center stage to practice our final bows with the rest of the actors. ***** The show turned out to be a big success. Usually the dramatic plays that the community theater group put on don't sell as well as the musicals. And we sold only about half of the seats for the preview performance. But once word of mouth got around, we sold out every night, with the seats near the front in particularly high demand. I wonder why? It may have had something to do with my last five minutes on stage. It certainly was my favorite part of the evening. After stripping off my robe and rubbing Josh's crotch -- I even bent in and ran my tongue along his zipper in a couple of shows, but I don't think the audience could see that -- I would walk to the front of the stage and deliver this long speech. I loved standing there in front of a packed theater, hundreds of people watching me, with some of them only a few feet away. I knew that anyone in the first few rows could stare directly up at me, and with my discretely trimmed landing strip, they had an unobstructed view of my pussy lips.  At first, I'm supposed to be angry, so I don't even want to look at Josh. That meant I was staring out at the audience, and although it was hard to see with the bright lights focused on me, I could sometimes make out individual faces. While some people would be turning uncomfortably in their seats, most of the crowd -- men and women -- were looking directly at me the whole time. I noticed there were at least half a dozen guys who managed to get seats in those first couple of rows for almost every show, so I started to think of them as my honorary fan club. I also recognized a couple of people from some of classes. And on the final night, I was almost certain I spied my college English teacher front and center in the audience.  The first time I thought I recognized someone from school, I got so distracted by the thought of my body being on display in front of them that for a second I almost forgot my lines. It was like a bolt of electricity ran through my body and I felt on fire all over. I managed to push the thought of them being in the audience out of my mind so I could continue. But as the scene went on and I turned away from the audience to deliver the rest of my speech facing Josh, I found myself thinking again of guys I knew from school sitting there looking at my ass. A big smile spread across my face, and I'm sure Josh wondered what the hell was going on. But as the warm feeling spread through my body, I started to almost unconsciously moving my hands across my hips and stomach and up to my breasts. By the time I moved next to the bed and began to straddle him, my nipples were so erect that I couldn't resist rubbing them against his lips before I pushed him down on the bed to straddle him. I think that some of the audience could see that because I heard a few gasps just before the lights went down. See, I told you I was turning into a complete exhibitionist! I knew I was going to be sorry to see the show end, and I was already thinking about what I might do next to indulge my little fantasies about displaying my body to strangers. I loved doing the play, especially since everyone got to see me in all those sexy little outfits. And I think the audience liked it to, because every night I got a standing ovation. So, it seemed only right that I do something special for closing night, and I got permission to change things up a bit. For my scene wearing the long transparent robe, I forgot to wear my bra and panties under it, which gave the audience an even clearer view of all my...um...charms. And for the scene where I was wearing the French maid costume, I accidentally forgot to wear my panties. That meant that every time I bent over to pick something up or ran across the stage, the audience got a peek at my ass and maybe even my sweet little pussy.  Then, for the final scene, I decided to skip the robe altogether and just came out on stage completely nude. That gave the audience a little more time to admire my acting skills. Plus, Josh also had a nice surprise for me that night. When I unzipped his pants at the end of the scene and pushed him down on the bed to straddle him, I discovered that Josh had gone commando on me. When I reached out to pull down his zipper, instead of seeing a nice bulge in his underpants, out popped his very yummy-looking seven inch cock. I broke into a big smile, and I was glad the audience couldn't see my face at that point. It was all I could do to stop myself from leaning over and sucking him off right then, but like I said, I really am a good actress. So, I stayed right in character and proceeded to straddle him, feeling his shaft rubbing along my slit. Then I started rocking my hips back and forth with his cock head pressing against me. His eyes were half closed, and he moaned softly as he leaned up to embrace me for our kiss. I thrust down with my hips, and I could feel him slip into my moist hole as I clenched my inner muscles around his engorged dick. This incredible feeling washed over me -- I was on the verge of being fucked in front of hundreds of people who had no idea what was going on.  But I knew that was one fantasy that would have to wait for another time. The lights were already starting to fade and I could hear the curtain beginning to close. We kissed quickly and I whispered, "It's just not fair to tease me this way. If you don't come home with me tonight and finish what you've started, I'll kill you."  Josh didn't have to say a word; the look on this face told me everything I needed to know. Reluctantly, I relaxed my muscles and I felt his cock slipping out of me. Finally, with the sound of movement around us, I lifted myself off of him, climbed off the bed, and reached for my robe. It was only then that I realized that since I'd come on stage naked, my robe wasn't waiting for me next to the bed.  I heard Josh groan with pain as he tried to quickly zip up his pants while the cast rushed by us, one or two definitely giving us a suspicious look. "Looks like I'm going to have to take our curtain call 'au naturel,'" I whispered to him.  "I certainly won't object," he said brightly, "and I'm sure the audience won't." He took my hands, the lights came up again and the curtain opened. With Josh by my side, I took my bows while the audience got to see me one more time in all my naked glory. Not surprisingly, I got the biggest round of applause ever!

Naive Teacher in Winston – Side Story - Chloe by potatoHead42 Winston Stories: New uniform tryout with Bill and guests. Day 11 -- Thursday Morning -- School Chloe Chase knocks on the imposing door of the principal's office. "Come in!" - says a voice on the other side. The blonde opens the door and is surprised to see Principal Bill sitting on the couch with a couple of oversized shopping bags. "Hello, Mr. Bill?" - she says unsure. "Chloe! Thanks for agreeing to do this. Also, as I told you before, please call me Uncle Bill." - the old man says with a wide grin. He gets up to greet her. Bill is as tall as his nephew Andrew, at 6'3, and she can see that he was once a very attractive man, even if he was old and slightly overweight now. "Oh, sorry, Uncle Bill. It always feels weird calling you that at school." - she explains. "Nonsense, we are family. Now come give me a hug!" - he orders. She approaches him and they embrace intimately, with him taking a big whiff of her scent. He then puckers his lips, expecting a kiss. With reluctance, she stands on her tippy toes and gives him a quick peck, the loud smacking sound echoing across the room. "Thanks, darling." - he says, breaking the embrace and sitting back down. "Hopefully, Andrew is taking good care of you." - he mentions, emphasizing the words. "He is, Drew is a great boyfriend." - the cheery students answers. "I know he's great, but I meant it in a sexual way. Is he making you orgasm often enough?" - he asks nonchalantly. Chloe sighs, she was already used to the lecherous behavior of the men in Winstonstead. "You know we are both virgins, Uncle Bill. Andrew thinks it's more appropriate for us to wait until we are out of school and can get married." - she says. "Beh! That 'saintly' mother of his putting nonsense in the boy's mind." - he shakes his head disapprovingly. "Nevertheless, have you been doing other stuff, like..." - he says, making a jerking motion with his hand. "Rarely. You know how Drew is focused and serious about his future." - she answers. "Certainly, a young sexual thing like you must want it?" - he says with a knowing smirk. "Erm... of course, Uncle, but Drew is my boyfriend, so I have to respect him." - the young lady admits. "Well, if you need, I can teach you a few things." - he guffaws. "Hmm, thanks but... no need... Miss Lana has been teaching us enough." - the blonde says. "Ah, so I heard. That is very good." - he looks at her seriously, his demeanor changing. "Still, you need practice with a real cock if you are going to be able to please my nephew and have his babies. It's expected from all the women of the Winston-Phillips family." - he says, with a reprimanding voice. "Yes, Uncle Bill." - Chloe answers with a sigh. ***** Lil' Backstory Chloe + Andrew Chloe Chase was 13 when she met Andrew Winston-Phillips. Well, "met" might not be the right word. Introduced, perhaps. You see, the Chase family has always been a part of Winstonstead's history, so when Andrew's parents needed to arrange a future wife to become engaged to their eldest son, the Chases were one of the first names on the list. Their first "date" was extremely awkward. It was a dinner party at the Chase's house, with the sole purpose of introducing the two lovebirds. Chloe was dreading the event, but when she and Andrew excused themselves to have some time alone, the blonde girl was surprised by how different he was and how much they hit it off. They have been dating ever since. Of course, dating a Winston-Phillips came with a lot of expectations. Chloe had to attend numerous parties, have perfect manners and always be on her best behavior. She was always required to stay quiet and talk as little as possible, mostly serving as a trophy girlfriend for the young boy. Possibly that was the reason she was so cheery, peppy and crass outside of the 'fancy scene'. She started to develop an almost hatred of the prim and proper version of herself. Naturally, she was still devoted to Drew, so he had to tolerate this and act the part when they were with his family. A good aspect is that everyone in the family was very respectful of her and treated her as their own. She was pampered and cared for, as if she was an official Winston-Phillips. That even extended to her parents. If they kept dating, she was set for life. Chloe and Drew had a good relationship, but it was not without any issues. They were teens after all. She started to get curious about sexual things and opening up with her boyfriend about it. Even though Andrew loved the cheery blonde deeply, he had been groomed to be serious, distinct and decorous, so he always pushed any sexual desires or explorations aside, much to the chagrin of the girl. As they grew and developed together, Andrew started to become more accepting of Chloe's openness about sex, but still, he refused to go any further than kissing, light touching and masturbation. They saw each other naked on occasion, but it was rare. She thought Andrew had a decently sized penis, but at that point, she had little to no real-life experience to compare. Secretly, Chloe became slightly pervy, interested in everything related to sex. She read books and erotic stories online, looked up videos, masturbated and fooled around with some of her friends, mainly Jen, her bestie and neighbor. She developed strong sexual feelings towards both men and women, and while she had many opportunities to betray her boyfriend, she refused any man that even remotely tried to get close. Her best friend Jen was always frustrated that Chloe "cock-blocked" her, but she understood that Andrew was probably the biggest catch in their age-range. She knew her friend was ultimately doing the best thing for their future. Needless to say, Chloe was extremely frustrated and horny all the time. ***** Eighteen Everything was going great until Chloe turned 18. You see, in Winston, it was customary to leave young people in the dark until they became of age, when it was then encouraged to share with them the deepest secrets and depravities of the town. In the first week, nothing changed. Nobody dared get near to the future wife of one of the heirs to the Winston-Phillips name. Chloe knew she was lucky, and other girls and women wouldn't share the same fate as her, being at the mercy of every person in town. But then, a big family gathering was held. Andrew sat down with her and reluctantly explained what could happen during the event, since they both were adults now. He didn't like any of it at all, but there was nothing he could do, since it was "tradition". He asked Chloe to grin and bear through it. Everyone considered this just part of her 'initiation' into the family. That night, the blonde was touched, groped, squeezed, prodded and spanked. Every adult from the family kissed her in the mouth, some with tongue, much to the anger of Andrew. Of course, he was very frustrated by the events, but acted like nothing had happened. They continued going to a few more parties, and things kept escalating. Some men made Chloe sneakily touch their naked members, while others openly twisted her nipples in front of everyone. Principal Bill was one of those men, being known as a notorious lecher in town. This was the time that Chloe realized that her boyfriend, and future husband, wasn't very well endowed, with most of his family having bigger and thicker penises than him. Chloe secretly started to develop a 'size queen' / 'big dick' fetish, which soon became her most searched and viewed porn term. Sometimes she would masturbate 5 or 6 times in a row to videos of teen blondes being fucked by monster penises. After this, Chloe started to get some more attention around town, as the 'word' started to spread that the couple didn't mind the groping and that it was safe to do so, as long as their limits were respected. The last event was held about a month before the school year started. That was the night where Chloe was fingered by a man for the first time. In front of Andrew. Drew's grandfather, Dick, made her sit on his lap and started groping her in front of Andrew and some of his cousins. He called it a test of some sort. The old man soon started touching her under her skirt and finding no resistance from the couple, went a step further, touching her virgin cooch directly. In a span of a minute, he was fully fingering her young pussy in front of his grandsons. They could all see the thick digit sliding in and out of her pink wet snatch. Andrew was mortified. Nobody else had touched her twat before, besides Jen, and now she was letting Dick, Drew's grandpa, do it in front of him and his family. Chloe was trying to not enjoy it, but it was impossible. She felt lewd and horny. She couldn't avoid the massive orgasm that was building, and soon she came and convulsed all over the old man's index finger. Andrew was extremely upset with his grandpa, swearing to abdicate from parties for the foreseeable future. That was only a month ago, but so far, he kept his promise, and they haven't attended anything since. None of this quenched the blonde's horniness, it was just fuel to the fire burning inside her wanton and demanding pussy. She needed more, she wanted more. ***** Start of School Chloe was elated when Lana Cox was introduced to the class. She found the busty educator extremely attractive and the more time she spent with her, the more she liked her. Besides being sexually drawn to Lana, she also valued that the teacher was loyal to her fiancee, even if she had plenty of studs throwing themselves at her or even if she constantly got into naughty situations, showing her slutty body or stroking cocks. That was one of the reasons she disliked Mary Hunter, as the vulgar teacher always cheated on her husband. In Chloe's eyes, it didn't matter if Lucius Hunter did the same, it was still not right. She would never betray Drew. Chloe's commitment to Andrew was iron-clad. At least, that was what she thought until she saw Lukas Hunter at school again. He had grown a lot and had developed into a handsome, young man with piercing blue eyes. Yes, she hated Lukas, but wanted to fuck his brains out at the same time. She always got wet just by provoking him and yelling obscenities at him. She secretly enjoyed seeing Andrew all jealous and bothered by their naughty interactions. Chloe also loved to see Miss Lana in lewd situations, it excited her tremendously, to play around with her and see others messing with her. She never wanted to be mean to her teacher, as she cared for her, but sometimes her sexual side won over. Her most prized possession was the photo of her and Lana flashing her boobs in the Gym shower. This selfie was something she had not shared with anyone and used at least twice a week for her daily masturbation sessions. ***** With everything that had happened lately, Chloe knew that she wasn't going to remain a virgin much longer, even if Andrew was not up to the task. The pot was boiling and would spill over if this train of events kept going. ***** Back to Present 1 on 1 Sesh "Glad we are on the same page, Chloe." - Bill says, pleased. "So, what am I doing here today exactly?" - she asks, changing subjects. "Right. So, you know that we are planning some new uniforms for this year?" - he says, and she nods. "It's a delicate subject with students since we never had anything of the sorts, besides dress codes and color requirements." "Don't need to tell me twice. You remember that the student council voted last year, and we all agreed to the new uniforms, we think it will add more structure to the students." - the young class-rep says. "Indeed. Still, might be a tough sell, that is why I asked Andrew to convince you to try them out and be the 'image' of the new uniforms." - he explains. "I see, that is why he was so adamant about it. You know I can never refuse him, Uncle Bill. So, what do you need?" - she says with resignation. "We have a few different pieces to try on. Then I will order them and when they come, I was hoping you would pose for a few posters wearing the outfits, to get everyone on board." - he explains. "Okay, but I was also under the impression that this was also related to Miss Lana?" - Chloe asks, confused. "Yes, well observed. Lana tends to dress too conservatively. It's out of place with our customs for such a pretty, youthful lady to wear such outfits." - he elaborates. "Uhum, I can see that. Her sense of fashion is very outdated, she dresses like my granny." - giggles Chloe. "Exactly! So, I am going to give her some of the best pieces from today, as a 'provisional uniform' until the real things arrive later this semester." - he says. "Mary will also join us later." "Why is she coming here?" - asks Chloe, who disliked Mrs. Hunter. "It would be good to try the clothes out with different bodies, to make sure it fits Lana properly." - he explains. She sighs. Chloe approaches the bags and looks through them quickly. She notices that all the pieces are in shades of Red, White and Gray, the school's colors. "Oh, they are cute! Yeah, she will look so much better with shorter skirts and sleeveless blouses. She needs to showcase her top curves and thick ass more." - the blonde says cheery. "Precisely. I can see why Andrew loves you, you are not just a hot body with perky tits, you are a very smart young lady." - he compliments her. She blushes. She is normally not shy at all, so she wonders where this sudden timidness is coming from. The principal rummages through the bags and separates the outfits into a few sets. He hands her the first one. "Here. Change." - the old man orders with a salacious smile. "Where should I change?" - she questions, dubious of his intentions. "Right here is fine, just strip down to your underwear." - Bill says nonchalantly. "I shouldn't do that; Drew is not going to like it." - she says. "Nonsense, he asked you to help me. Besides, I talked to him." - he explains. "But..." - she starts to say. "Don't make me lose my patience, Chloe. It is for the good of the school and the town. I'm sure your parents will be glad you are contributing so much to our future." - the principal says with a stern face. "Okay, but don't laugh at my underwear..." - she warns, slightly embarrassed. Chloe starts to strip down. She first removes her sweater, leaving her in a pink cotton bra. Bill can't help but admire her figure. Chloe is fit and sexy, with big breasts for her frame and a small tight ass. What he wouldn't give to have a piece of that virgin pussy. Maybe one day, he thinks. She finishes removing her skirt and blushes deeply. She is wearing a pink striped thong underwear with the words 'Thursday' on it. It doesn't suit her adult body, looking more like something a young girl would wear. "Sorry about this, I wasn't planning on anyone seeing it." - she says, flushing. "No worries, looks dandy on you. An interesting contrast with your fit body." - he says with a lecherous smile. ***** Kenny Sesh They hear a knock on the door. "Come in!" - says the principal loudly. The door opens and in comes Kenny, the school's janitor. Having been caught by surprise, Chloe shrieks and covers herself with her hand. "Oh, shit! Didn't wanna interrupt, I'll come back later." - says the janitor. "Nonsense, Kenny, stay. Chloe doesn't mind, right?" - he tells her. She nods, still covering herself. "Ahm, okay. If you both say so." - Kenny shrugs indifferently. "We do. Now, Chloe, don't make young Kenny here feel uncomfortable. Remove your hands. You are making it seem like something inappropriate is going on." - Bill orders. "Yes, Uncle Bill." - says the blonde student. She removes her hands and tries to stand at attention. She closes her eyes with shame. Far from Kenny to complain about the situation, as he is practically drooling over the sexy volleyball captain's body. He knew how forbidden it was to get involved with someone from the Winston-Phillips family, and this blonde tart here was the next best thing. Chloe is feeling so embarrassed, she can feel the janitor's eyes burning a hole through her already small underwear. Andrew would hate it if he knew that she was practically naked in front of the custodian. "So, Kenny, what can I help you with?" - asks the old man with a cheeky smile. "Well, you see Mr. Principal William..." - Kenny starts to say, and dives into a small list of issues that he needs authorization to fix. The janitor's eyes are glued onto the scantily clad girl the whole time. She can't help but notice a huge bulge growing in Kenny's pants. It looks enormous. Her eyes widen and she starts to feel horny. "(...) and that's it." - the man finishes explaining. "Okay, you have my authorization. Tell that to Stella. Also, if I recall correctly, you are an ass-man, right?" - the principal asks. "Thas right, Mr. Principal William." - the janitor admits. "Call me Principal." - he says impatiently. "And you are in luck then. Chloe, please turn around and bend over, to give Kenny here a good look." - Bill says nonchalantly. "He has been doing a great job, so he deserves it." Chloe's mouth falls open. She is initially conflicted, but her naughty side quickly wins the argument. Turning fifty shades of red, the blonde athlete turns around and bends over, presenting her small tight ass to the custodian. She can feel her wanton pussy pulsating under her 'Thursday' panties. "Wow, fucking hot. Thanks Mr. Principal!" - Kenny says, adjusting his massive bulge. "Go ahead and give her a couple spanks." - Bill says, adjusting his own member in his pants. Chloe looks at the old man to complain, but upon seeing them both sporting big erections, she decides against it. She arches her back, offering her tush to the pale janitor. Without hesitation, Kenny approaches her and slaps her right ass cheek with gusto. *smack* The sound echoes lewdly in the room. "Ouch!" - the blonde yelps. It felt good. She arches her back again, asking for more. The janitor once again slaps her ass, this time aiming more towards the middle of her butt. *smack* The peppy student squeals, a mix of pleasure in her voice. "One more for good measure." - instructs the principal. Kenny aims between her cheeks and lets his hand fly. *smack* "Ahhhhh...." - the naughty class-rep moans, having been slapped right on her aching cooch. "Very good, nicely done, young man. Now rub where you just hit her, we don't want her to be sore tomorrow." - Bill commands. "Yes sir, Mr. Principal." - the janitor says. Foregoing any demeanor, Kenny places his palm on her mounds and starts to touch it. He blatantly rubs her pussy above her panties, smirking at how damp they are. Chloe moans loudly with lust. She was feeling horny and aching for more. "More..." - she whispers to Kenny, her sultry voice filled with desire. The janitor starts to pull his pants down to free his raging boner. The principal realizes that he needs to put a stop to the situation before the young tarts gets fucked by the custodian in his office. That would be a scandal indeed. "*Caham*! Thanks Kenny, that will be all." - orders the principal. The tall pale man scrambles to get his pants back up and moves away from the student. "Yes, Mr. Principal. Thanks for the authorizations." - he says with a slight bow. "And thank you, Miss Chase, it was hot. Seeya around!" - he says with a dumb smile. "You're welcome, young man. Keep up the good work. Chloe, what do you say?" - asks Bill expectantly. "Thanks for the spanks, Kenny. My ass appreciates it." - she says shyly. The janitor nods and leaves, closing the door behind him. ***** Outercourse Training "Well done, Chloe, you behaved perfectly." - the principal compliments her. "Yeah, but that almost got out of hand, it was a little scary." - the blonde admits, although she was still feeling frustratingly horny. "Don't worry, Kenny is a decent guy, he just needs to be ordered around, or else he can turn into a wild animal." - the old man laughs. "Really?" - she asks, images flashing on her twisted mind. "Oh, yeah. He was pulling his pants down, if I hadn't stepped in, he would have fucked you senseless." - the principal says. "Wow... ahm... thanks for looking out for me, Uncle Bill." - Chloe says. "You're welcome. Now let's continue where we left off." - he says. She starts to put on the first outfit. She is quite enjoying showing off to Drew's uncle, it feels somewhat taboo. She finishes getting dressed and then poses for him. "Hmmm, it doesn't work." - he says adamantly. "What doesn't work? I think it looks pretty cute." - she says looking in the mirror. "Right, but I think your underwear is in the way. Take it all off and try again." - he instructs. "Is it necessary? I think we can have a good idea." - she asks. "Yes, it is. But don't worry, I have seen you wearing less." - he reminds her. "And I have touched you all over, as have the rest of the family." - he winks. "Please don't tell Drew, he wouldn't like it." - the blonde pleads. "Of course, but don't forget I saw your beautiful tits and pretty snatch already and he accepted it." - Bill says. "Well, he doesn't particularly enjoy it..." - she explains. "Ah, he'll get used to it, it's expected from the family. And I sense that you don't mind it much, you are way naughtier than I judged. I approve." - he says. "No! I also mind it! I'm not entirely comfortable with being naked in front of you." - she admits. "Ah! I see the problem now..." - he exclaims. Principal Bill starts to quickly disrobe. Chloe is taken aback by his sudden behavior. She interrupts him when he is wearing just his loose boxers. "Uncle Bill! What are you doing?" - she says, slightly covering her eyes. "Getting naked with you. This way you'll feel more at ease, since you're not the only one." - he explains nonchalantly. He starts to remove his underwear. "That is not what I me...." - the blonde starts to protest. Chloe trails off when his huge penis comes out. She just stands there staring at it. His member is thick and long, and his swollen balls hang low, covered in white pubic hair. It looks like the old man is sporting a baseball bat with a couple baseballs between his legs. Chloe's big dick fetish seems to take over her mind and will, now she has only one thing in her head. "Wow..." - she says quietly. "Do you like it? It gets a bit bigger when hard. I never heard complaints." - he brags. "How big does it get?" - the blonde student asks bashfully. "Around 9 inches I believe, but it's been a while since I measured it!" - he boasts. "Almost twice as big as Drew..." - she says absent-mindedly, eyes fixated on his cock. He smiles, this was going better than he hoped for, the girl was in dire need of a real dicking. "See, I told you. I knew you would be more comfortable if you weren't the only naked." - he says with a sly grin. "Now let's fix this." He approaches her and deftly unclasps her bra. She can see his dick growing as it rubs against her bare skin. "Finish removing your bra and I'll take care of those precious panties." - he orders. She feels her nipples ache as she removes her bra, letting her bare tits out. Chloe has decently sized breasts, extremely perky, with small dark red areolas and tiny pointy nipples. The principal smiles and sits back down. He pulls down her panties and exclaims pleasantly when he sees that she is fully shaved. He can tell she is sopping wet as a trail of her juices dribble down from her dark red slit into her panties. "Beautiful, that is how Winston-Phillips's women should be, bare." - he praises. "Thanks, I prefer it. Feels cleaner this way." - she explains. "Me too, and she smells great." - he says, taking a deep whiff. "Erm, thanks, Uncle Bill." - she says bashfully. "Now it's your turn to undress me." - he says with a grin. "Hm? You're already naked." - she says, ogling his old cock. "Well...." - he says and points down at his socks. She lets out a surprised exclamation, she knew what was going to happen. Bill opens his legs wide, and she kneels between them, extremely close to his masculine penis, who seems to be growing harder by the second. "I noticed your pussy is wet, did Kenny get you excited?" - he asks. "Be honest." She starts to remove his left sock. Her face is inches away from his almost fully erect cock. "Yes, I enjoyed the spanking. And seeing your big dick. I wish Drew would let me play with his wiener more." - she admits. "Well, I am family, so he will certainly not mind if we fool around a bit." - Bill explains. "Are you sure? I don't want to upset my boyfriend." - she asks, removing his right sock. She glances at his dick, who is now at maximum attention. It was the biggest she had ever seen, even larger than Lukas's. It was so thick and meaty, and she wondered if it would hurt if it slid inside her. "Of course! I am his great uncle, and we come from a long line of Winston-Phillips's men. It's important that you are well trained for him." - he says nonchalantly. She is staring intently at his large member. He moves forward a bit and starts to rub it against her face. "You know I am devoted to Drew, that's why I can't cheat on him." - she says, practically salivating over it. Her pussy juices were dripping on the floor, obscenely. "This would not be cheating. Think of it as practice." - he informs. "Okay. Just a little bit then. What should we do?" - she asks as her twat twitches. "I would love to have you suck on it, but I don't want to end this too quickly." - he says, and she looks somewhat disappointed. "How about you come up and sit on my lap, so I can show you some moves." - he says lecherously. "Okay, but no sex, I am a virgin. My pussy is off limits." - she reminds him. He nods. She stands, letting his prick rub all over her face and chest. When his massive dick contacts her tits, she lets out a loud groan. She straddles him, pinning his cock between their bodies. She is in ecstasy. "We call this outercourse." - he says. "Doing it like this, allows you to rub your slobbering cunt along the shaft of the penis without the risk of it going inside." - he explains to her. He holds her by the waist and starts moving her up and down, her virginal cooch sliding along his big member. They keep grinding for a bit. Chloe is moaning deeply, extremely close to coming. "Of course, you can't go too high, or it can accidentally penetrate your snatch. Like this..." - he says. He lifts her up until the head of his dong is aligned with her vaginal opening. He pokes at it and puts a quarter of his cockhead inside. She cries with pleasure, almost climaxing. He then immediately puts her back down, sliding her cunt along the length of his erection. "Ah...." - she lets out a frustrated sound, not hiding her disappointment. He repeats the move another time and again she lets out an upset guttural noise. "Maybe another time." - he winks at her. "However, if the guy is too small, this might be risky. How big is Andrew again?" "Hmm... probably a bit more than half your size, but way thinner." - she admits, panting. "Yeah, that won't do. I guess I need to show you another position." - he says. "Yes, please... yesssss... teach me, Uncle Bill." - she nods enthusiastically. He holds her waist and pushes her away from his cock. He then slides the head of his penis across her whole slit, letting it come out at the bottom, momentarily poking her asshole on the way. She moans, her orgasm imminent. He positions her back on top of his shaft, letting it part her pussy lips lewdly. He then starts to slide his hog back and forth on her slit, coating it in her dripping juices. She groans lewdly. "Do you like this one?" - he asks. "Oooooh.... I do... fuuuuuck... so I need to do this with Drew... feels good..." - she moans. "Yes, and if he doesn't want it, come here and I'll help." - he says. "Now, are you ready to come, little slut?" - he asks. "Yes... Yes... please..." - she pleads. "Where do you want to come? All over my dick? Ask me like the good tramp that you are." - he orders. "Mmm... all over your big fat cock... ngg... yes... let me squirt on it, like the slut I am... fuckkkk... slide your cock all over my wet pussy... yeeeesss... I'm a pervert... letting Drew's uncle slide his big cock on my virgin cunt... fuuuuuuck... nnnng.... Yesssss..." - she cries, climaxing hard onto the principal's prick. She shakes uncontrollably on top of him, having had the most intense orgasm of her young life. Principal Bill gives her some time to recover, his steel hard member ready for a climax of his own. "Well done. Andrew will be pleased with your progress." - he states. "Now it's my turn..." A knock on the door brings him back to reality. "Tsk..." - he says. "Give me a second!" - he yells at the person behind the door. He lifts Chloe and plops her on the couch, as if she didn't weigh anything. He gets up, opens a closet and takes out a big fluffy robe, putting it on and tying it tightly. "Come on in!" - he says with blue balls for not having ejaculated. Chloe finally realizes what is happening and she panics, but it's too late. ***** Prof. Henry Sesh The door opens and an elderly scrawny man comes in. He seems to be a bit younger than Bill, but not by much. He has a mousey look and feel to him, being short, small and white-haired. The senior man stops dead on his track when he sees the naked blonde student, unsuccessfully trying to cover her bits. "Oh, s-sorry, d-didn't mean to i-interrupt." - he stammers. "Nonsense, Henry, join us. Chloe, you know Prof. Henry, right? He is the music and tech teacher." - the principal says. "Erm... yes... hi Prof. Henry. Can I get dressed, Uncle Bill?" - the sexy class-rep asks flushed. Henry is so hypnotized by the young tart that he doesn't notice that the principal is in a robe. "I don't see a reason for it, we'll resume as soon as I talk to Henry, so stay put." - he orders. "What can I help you with, Henry?" "Oh... erm... well... you see... I was wondering if we can get a couple of new instruments for the class." - the professor stammers, not breaking eye contact with the nude girl. "Of course, you have my approval. Stella will arrange anything you need." - Bill says. "T-thanks, Bill." - the skinny man says, not moving an inch. "Anything else? We need to keep going here." - the principal says hastily. "What w-were you two doing?" - the scrawny teacher asks. "Ah, just trying some new uniforms for the students." - Bill answers. "C-can I s-stay and w-watch?" - asks Henry with a lustful look. "I don't see why not. Are you okay with that Chloe?" - he asks rhetorically. "No!" - the principal stares at her. "Ah...I guess so." - she says reluctantly. "Very good, you made the right choice. It's what is expected of a woman with the Winston-Phillips name." - Bill nods approvingly. "Erm... do I have to be naked the entire time? It's embarrassing." - Chloe protests. "Of course, dear. You didn't complain much until now." - the principal reasons. "It's because you are my uncle, and you gave me no choice!" - the blonde argues. "Well, nothing changed in my view." - says Bill, pointing Henry towards an empty couch. The elder teacher sits down with a lecherous grin. "Professor Henry is here now! Drew is not going to like me being naked in front of him. Can I at least put on my underwear?" - she asks in a desperate attempt. "No, you will stay like that. I am Andrew's uncle, so he'll have to get over it." - the old principal says sternly. Chloe sighs deeply, she was already expecting his answer, there was no way to reason with a male from Winston. Especially the ones from the family. She was feeling mortified. The only men who saw her fully naked before were Andrew and Bill. Yes, some family members saw it, but only glimpses when they were molesting her. Nevertheless, parading totally bare in front of a random teacher was too much for her. "You can go ahead and start trying on the uniforms!" - Bill says nonchalantly. Chloe starts to try on and go through different outfits. Both men express their approvals and their dislikes. In total, the blonde volleyball captain was naked for over ten minutes in front of the old man. Her pussy was completely damp again, thoroughly enjoying the unwanted attention and slobbering everywhere. The class-rep was worried, she was starting to relish these situations too much, even if she was slightly betraying her boyfriend. Maybe that's why Mary did it. She wasn't expecting to see eye to eye with Mrs. Hunter on this day. Both men were fully hard after the shameful exhibition by the young temptress, as is evident by Henry's pants bulge and the principal's massive tent on his robe. "Well done." - the principal claps. "I think we have a few winners." - he says. He puts a few winning outfits to the side, for Lana to wear in the future. "Thanks for letting me watch it Ms. Chase, this made my year." - admits Prof. Henry, not nervous anymore. "I didn't have a choice, but you're welcome." - she says defeated. "Thanks for the input, Henry bud. Before you go, want to request anything from Chloe?" - Bill asks. "Anything?" - the scrawny elderly asks lustily, adjusting his boner. The blonde turns red, imagining all the ways the professor could ravage her. "Sure, she's also in training today, so it would be good for her future." - the principal assures him. "In that case... since she has been flaunting that tight body of hers, I need to try it. Can I give her fresh cunt a lick? I could smell her pheromones the whole time." - Henry asks, any hint of shyness gone. The blonde athlete gasps. Nobody had done that before. "Hahaha!" - guffaws Bill. "Of course, of course. Chloe, be a dear and sit down on the couch and spread your legs for Henry here." - he says nonchalantly. "I don't think I should. Andrew has not done it yet." - she admits timidly. "Well, it's just another 'first' that my nephew will miss. No worries." - Bill says. "Just one lick, please. I haven't had a tight young twat in my mouth in years." - the teacher pleads. "Go ahead Henry, she doesn't mind." - the principal says. Knowing it was useless to debate, Chloe reluctantly sits down fully naked on the couch and spreads her legs wide, giving them a perfect view of her bare dripping dark-red snatch. "It's perfect..." - says the scraggy professor in awe. "Go ahead Henry, we don't have all day." - his boss hurries him. Not wasting time, he kneels in front of her and dives forward, licking from the bottom of her wet slit, all the way to the top, where her pubic would have been. Chloe moans intensely. The sensation was like nothing she has ever experienced. Instead of stopping at one lick, the boney old teacher starts to lap at her pussy, eagerly. "That's enough, Henry. You had your fun, now get out." - Bill orders. "Ah...." - the turned-on girl groans, not wanting this to end. The senior man dislodges from her virginal sex, stands up and lick his lips lewdly. "Thanks, Ms. Chase, exquisite taste. I'll see you again." - he winks. "Thanks, Bill, for the instruments." - he says, walking away hunched over, trying to hide his erection. Still on the couch with her legs spread, Bill approaches her and opens his robes, freeing his huge hard-on. Fearing that he was going to fuck her, Chloe recoils a bit. "Don't worry. I won't do anything. I just wanted to request something." - he explains. "What is it, Uncle Bill?" - she asks innocently. He kneels a bit and starts to hit her wet snatch with his dick, slapping it obscenely. She moans loudly with each cock-smack. "So, I was thinking. From now on, how about you wear skimpier outfits? Maybe skip the bras entirely since your tits are so perky anyway." - he proposes, midst dick-slap. "Ah... mmm... uh... I suppose... I could do that..." - she agrees between moans. "You can even forego your panties sometimes. Only until we get the new uniforms." - he says. "Ahh... I'll do it... hmm... I'll feel so slutty all day... Drew will be upset... ahhh." - she moans. "He'll get over it." - Bill says. "You like this, you little slut?" - he asks, smacking her with his cock even harder. "Ahhh... yessss... I love it... hit my cunt with your big fucking cock... ah... more..." - she pleads. He suddenly gets up and ties his robe back. He knew it was not yet the time to take things any further. "What... no..." - she complains softly. She was so close. "I have an appointment soon; we need to finish this." - he says sternly. Disappointment was stamped all over the pervy blonde's face. She wanted more, but she was not going to get it this time. She was frustrated again. Suddenly, there is another knock on the door. "Come in!" - says the principal merrily. ***** Hunter Sesh In comes Mary Hunter, dressed in a nice tight pencil skirt and an opened button-up blouse, emphasizing her cleavage. Her breasts were made more pronounced due to her fake boobs. "Oh, great of you to finally join us." - exclaims Bill, pleased. She glances between him and the wet naked slut on his couch and giggles. "Erm... this is not what it seems..." - Chloe stammers. "Of course, it isn't." - Mary says giggling. "You were just trying the new uniforms, right?" "Right... that is what we did... that is why I'm naked..." - the blonde excuses. "And dripping pussy juice. Suuuuuure. Shame on you, Bill." - Mary winks playfully. He laughs at the naughty teacher's acting. "Don't make her feel bad, dear. We didn't go too far, today." - the old man says. "Oh, so you didn't cheat on Andrew?" - Mary asks the horny teen. "No, I am not like you..." - she retorts softly. "Oh, I see. Well, don't worry, you seem to be more and more like me by the second." - she smiles. "I am also obsessed with huge pricks." "I don't love large dicks... Uncle Bill is just helping me practice..." - Chloe says. Mary giggles, impressed by the blonde's conviction. "As you can see, she's still resistant to some things. Give her time." - Bill acknowledges. "Good, that means I still can still have your big cock?" - Mrs. Hunter asks nonchalantly. Chloe gasps at the teacher's attitude. Mary could be very forward sometimes. "You can, I haven't gotten relief yet, this little tramp left me hanging." - Bill says with disdain. "No... I didn't... I mean..." - the class-rep stammers. She was abnormally nervous in the presence of Mrs. Hunter, who was a legendary figure in town. "Don't be nervous my little hussy. It's okay." - the teacher assured her. Mary comes closer and gives Chloe a kiss on the lips, who moans with delight. The two blondes quickly start to make out. Mary notices that the young student is in dire need of relief, so wanting to be a good role model, she slides her hand until she reaches Chloe's pussy. The athlete whimpers at the touch. "Please... let me come..." - she pleads softly. Mrs. Hunter starts to rub the needy wet twat. With one hand she rubs across the blonde's clit and slit, and with the other hand she slides a finger inside the student's tight vagina, fingering it sloppily. The naked girl just moans, completely lost in pleasure. In a matter of seconds, Chloe is coming. Once again, an earth-shattering orgasm rips through her young tight body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." - she screams in ecstasy. Mary kisses her forehead and holds her hands in place until the student's orgasm has subsided. The teacher turns around and smiles at the principal, who has taken his robe off and is stroking his large cock, mesmerized by the naughty lesbian display in front of him. "I guess it's your turn now." - Mary says sultrily. He grunts. The blonde bimbo kneels in front of the old man and starts to slowly give him a handjob. "Hmm... I don't want to dirty my makeup or clothes." - the teacher says. "Fuck that, Mary. I have been playing with this slut for the past couple hours, I need this." - Bill says. "I know, I know." - Mary replies. "Chloe, get your ass over here." - she orders. Obediently and still recovering, the class-rep gets up and wobbles to where the couple is. She pauses when she notices that Mrs. Hunter is just nonchalantly jerking off the principal's massive dong. "Erm... what should I do?" - Chloe asks nervously. "Just kneel down in front of the cock." - the teacher says impatiently. She does as was ordered, lust still controlling her every move. Mary spits on the principal's prick and uses her saliva to jerk it off. Even though she just climaxed, Chloe's pussy and brain ache for more. Her only thoughts were of lust and sex. "Are you ready to shoot, big-boy? Ready to spurt your old cum all over this little hussy's tits and face?" - Mary asks the principal. "Yesss... ung... Imma come on this little whore..." - he agrees. "Do it, she needs some cum on her flawless skin. Do it, squirt all over her!" - she eggs him on. Meanwhile, Chloe is moaning, absent-minded caressing her throbbing sex. "Nnnnnngggg... coming..." - Bill announces. His cock spurts rope after rope of white thick cum all over the blonde student. Mary aims his pulsating dick at the tart's chest and then at her face, covering it in white goop. Chloe squeals in delight. The teacher expertly milks all the cum out of the penis, painting her student with it, not letting a single drop go to waste. She grabs a handful of cum and feeds it to the naked blonde, who accepts it eagerly. She gets up and walks towards a close, leaving the two nude people panting, lost in desire. "Fuck that was good." - exclaims the principal. "Thanks, Mary, it has been a while." "I can see that." - the teacher giggles, glancing at Chloe, drenched in thick semen. Mary starts rummaging through the drawers. "Chloe, sorry about all the cum." - says the principal, feeling slightly bad. Mary always had a way with him, any man really. He always got carried away when she was around. He wasn't planning on going this far with the young blondie, but alas, too late now. "Ah... no problem... Uncle Bill..." - she says, breathing hard, completely covered in sticky cum. The principal hands her a box of tissues and they both clean themselves up. Mary is still fiddling around with the drawers in the background. "I know we got carried away, but we achieved great progress today." - Bill tells her. "Yeah, it was 'enlightening'." - the cheery student giggles. She starts to put her regular clothes back and he ties his robe back around him. "Glad you agreed to wear skimpier clothes and not wear a bra." - the old man says. "Hum, right. Almost forgot about that." - she admits turning red. "Make sure to also forget your panties sometimes" -- he winks. "Andrew would certainly enjoy seeing you parading around for the whole school." "Are you sure? He's very jealous." - she asks dubiously. "I am, he needs to learn." - the principal emphasizes. "If you say so." - she agrees. "Thanks for helping with the uniforms, I'll talk to Stella to order them. And I separated the best ones to give it to Lana on Friday." - he informs her. "I am looking forward to seeing Miss Lana wearing them." - the class-rep beams. The bell rings, signaling the end of the morning. "You should go now; we don't want you late for any other classes." - he grins at the cute student. Mary comes over and hands him a small blue pill without saying anything. "Ah, Mrs. Hunter!" - exclaims Chloe, shocked. You see, Mary was completely naked, her fake tits on full display as well as her freshly shaved pussy. "No need to be shocked, dear. Run along now, I have something to take care of." - the teacher says dismissively. Mary drops to her knees and fishes out the principal's old flaccid cock from inside the robes. The principal shrugs at his students, mouthing 'what can I do'. Chloe turns around and walks off, stealing a glance inside the office before closing the door. "Ready for round 2, old man? My cunt needs your big fat cock." - says Mrs. Hunter sultrily, licking her lips. That is all she hears before she leaves to go meet Andrew for lunch. She was smelling of cum, but hopefully he wouldn't notice that.

Naked Ambitions of Tiffany byHeyAll© Buckel Water Parks Inc was a corporation with big plans, and even bigger investors. It was all explained to Tiffany during a private office meeting. "Would you be interested in different responsibilities?" the boss asked. "We like your speaking skills. It's refreshing and different than what we usually have." She smiled, "Thank you. I'm ready for whatever you have to offer." "Don't get too excited yet. This assignment was turned down by a few others in our company." "How come?" The boss leaned back and sighed. "Well, Tiff, we're focusing on more water parks, first and foremost. But our investors have sights on other things. Things which, as it turns out, have a very lucrative market." "That sounds interesting." "I'm talking about nudist resorts. Now before you say anything, just think about it. It's for adults only. It's also a water park. And most importantly, clients are willing to pay top-dollar for it." The thought had taken Tiffany by surprise. Especially since her boss and the corporation had such a family oriented reputation. "I'm not bothered by it," Tiffany said. "There's nothing morally wrong with a nude water park." He flashed a broad smile. "Excellent. So you're on board so far." "I'm not opposed to being involved." "Great. Because we have property in northern California which we'd like to become our first nudist park. We have the designs, the plans, business strategy, everything... The problem is, we're having trouble getting permits because some residents are against it. You know, the religious Christian types." "I see..." Tiffany nodded and she tried to hide the fact that she was slightly offended by the boss's dismissive tone towards religious people. She was a devout Christian herself, which the boss seemed to have sensed. "Not that there's anything wrong with Christians," the boss clarified. "But being denied a permit is obviously bad for business." "We would need a strong PR campaign," Tiffany said after some thought. "Luckily, we're dealing with a small population, I presume. I was raised in a small town, so I know how things work." "Go on," the boss said with a strong sense of interest. "People in these areas are very community oriented. They participate heavily in the political process. Our best chance would be to set up a town hall, then plead our case to the people. We would have to explain that the general public will be shielded from the nudity and that everything will be tastefully done. Furthermore, it would greatly benefit the local economy and create good paying jobs. That should be the general strategy." The boss's eyes widened. "My gosh, you're an angel." "Not quite, but I try my best," she said with a cute perk. "It's settled. You're officially the new liaison for this job. And I won't take 'no' for an answer." Tiffany was taken aback. In a good way. She had been with the company for a few months and she was already thrust into a major role for a multi-million dollar development deal. "I... I don't know what to say... wow?" "That's a start," he nodded. "What exactly am I going to be doing?" The boss sat upright. "When I first pursued this development deal, I made the mistake of sending square businessmen to the town and our plans were rejected. This time, I'm going to send you as our representative. You would know how to talk with them. And I expect you to convince them. Tell them why this deal will benefit the town." Tiffany sat expressionless for a moment. "I've never been involved with this level of deal making before." "Do the things you said. Set up a town hall. Talk to the people. Use your legal experience. Use your charm. Use your cuteness. Use everything. Just get us the permits." "Okay," she slowly nodded, even though she was unsure of herself. "Am I supposed to do this alone?" "No. I'll send you with Christine-Jade Wong, our accountant. She'll provide assistance and will brief you on the financial matters." Tiffany felt a slight jolt at becoming a boss to someone else. She also felt a buzzing excitement being paired up with CJ, in what could potentially be an epic business trip. "That sounds doable," she nodded. Bold Plans, Naked Ambitions In the small town where plans were being laid, Tiffany drove from their motel to the auditorium with CJ sitting in the passenger seat; a scrawny Asian girl with a big heart, brains, and a witty sense of humor. They didn't know each other that well prior to this, as they were both fairly new to the company and they worked in different departments. But their relationship these past few days could best be described as sisterly mixed with mild flirtation. After parking, the duo went to the trunk of the car to get their props. They had brought everything from display models, to boards, to hundreds of pamphlets to hand out to everyone. The town hall was starting in an hour and this would be their well-planned public relations attack. They warmly greeted the public officials and then prepared themselves for the reckoning to follow. "How are you feeling?" CJ asked, when they had a private moment backstage, while people were entering the auditorium. "To be honest, an early retirement from legal practice sounds good right now." "What is it? The crowd size or the fact that you're representing a nude park?" Tiffany became tense. "The nude thing." "Alright, I'm going to do something for you that will boost your confidence. It's my variation of a yoga meditation technique. Are you ready?" Taking in a deep breath, allowing herself to keep an open mind, Tiffany nodded. "I'm ready." Putting her hands on Tiffany's shoulders, CJ grasped tightly. Their eyes were deeply locked and they were mere inches apart. They could practically smell the coffee aromas in each other's breaths. "You've got this," CJ said with great confidence. "Ask yourself how you got here. Why did the boss choose you? Deep down, you know the answer. Now repeat it to yourself, over and over again." Tiffany gave it a try. Being no stranger to basic yoga, she was able to maintain a focus and give in to the mantra a few times. CJ squeezed Tiffany's shoulders tightly again and gave a little shake so things would sink in. "Phew," Tiffany exhausted deeply, putting her coffee breath all over her friend, who didn't seem to mind. "Okay, I think it's worked. I'm feeling a little better right now." CJ smiled, "Now we're talking. And if it's any help, you look cute in that outfit. I'd say a lot of men are going to have secret erections while you speak." "Umm, thanks?" "Sexual confidence is still confidence. Use everything to your advantage." When CJ winked at the end, Tiffany could tell that it was a genuine sign of affection. They truly completed each other on a major job like this. *** There were more than 100 people in attendance for the town hall, which was more than expected. It shouldn't have been a surprise, since a nudist resort opening here was the biggest political topic on people's minds. City officials stood at one side. CJ stood on the other side. The townspeople filled the seats and the rest stood in the back. Tiffany stood behind the podium, facing the crowd. She didn't have a copy of the speech in front of her, since she always preferred to memorize everything. It made her speeches sound more genuine and from the heart. Nerves continued to grow as the Mayor took the microphone and began the town hall. He explained the importance of a good debate and encouraged people to have open minds. When the Mayor finally introduced Tiffany, she put on her game face, despite her uneasy feeling which refused to settle. "Good morning," she said into the microphone. "I'd like to thank everyone for coming. These are important matters and I won't waste your time." So far, so good. Everyone looked engaged and interested while Tiffany spoke. Her friendly demeanor appeared to relax everyone a bit. She continued, "My name is Tiffany McAlister. I'm here on behalf of Buckel Water Parks Incorporated, which is a development company that builds, operates, and maintains water parks. As you're all aware, this company owns the plot of land a mile away from the lake and has plans to redevelop it. The future plans allow guests to be, well, less-dressed than the average water park." There were a few laughs from the audience, but her 'less-dressed' joked bombed. She forged ahead, "In other words, we'd like to build an exclusive nudist resort. It will be legal, safe, and anyone over the age of 21 will be able to join. I'm sure there are many fears amongst residents from what a nudist resort would do to a community like this. I'd like to ease those fears." With the audience fully captivated, Tiffany gestured to the model images that faced the skeptical crowd. She continued, "As you can see, this resort will feature state-of-the-art facilities for rest and relaxation. There will be places for guests to eat, sleep, and have a good time. The layout is perfect for swimmers and sunbathers, as well as people who just want to lounge in the water. The general public will be shielded from these activities. We will ensure that people passing by this resort will not be getting an unexpected view of these activities." People continued paying sharp attention and some people even nodded. She felt her speech was working. She continued, "There are many additional benefits to this community as well, in terms of job growth and increased tax revenue. If you turn to page 2 of the pamphlet, you will see that Buckel Water Parks plans to hire roughly..." "It's a nudist resort!" a man shouted from the crowd. "We don't want that here!" "And I perfectly understand that," Tiffany replied calmly. "We're doing our best to preserve the rich culture of this community." An older woman stood. "What do you know about our community? Have you ever been here before?" "Well... no... but..." "So you're an outsider telling us about our community?" People in the audience began talking over each other. Some supported the hecklers. Others were telling them to be quiet so they could hear the proposal. Others were supportive of the idea of building a nudist resort. The Mayor interjected himself into the debate and appealed for calm. The crowd listened when the Mayor told everyone to speak in an orderly manner, and to give Tiffany a fair chance to respond. Tiffany took a deep breath. "I'm also a resident of California, if that helps. I was raised in a small town, just like this one. I understand what these issues mean. And I wouldn't be part of this unless I thought it would be beneficial to your community." "How?!" a woman shouted. Beads of sweat formed underneath Tiffany's shirt. "Well, I never had a chance to mention the financial benefits that a nudist water park would bring. Particularly, we would be hiring..." A man stood and shouted, "We don't profit from sin! We're a Christian town and we respect traditional values!" There was more rumbling within the crowd, which the Mayor was able to quell, and the people calmed down. Tiffany responded, "Sir, I can assure you, there's nothing immoral about adults wanting to be bare. It's perfectly natural. I understand that it sounds indecent and obscene, but the reality is, nudists are just normal people. There should be nothing wrong with consenting adults wanting to relax in a certain way." "You say it's not immoral, but what about the sex toys in the proposed facility? It sounds like a sex party to me." Tiffany looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm not familiar with what you're talking about. I haven't seen any plans regarding sex toys." "The last group of representatives came to this town with a sex device," the man said angrily. "They said it was going to be part of the facilities." Tiffany shook her head. "Sir... I can assure you... I've never heard of any such..." "She's lying!" another man shouted. "Our town isn't for sale!" an elderly woman yelled. Someone screamed, "If it's NOT obscene, then why don't YOU try it?! Show us that it's normal! Then we'll believe you!" "We don't want sinners coming here every summer!" "Summer vacations shouldn't be ruined by nudists!" The crowd erupted in a much louder manner. Some were in favor of the development deal. But a vocal group was staunchly opposed. It became chaos and the Mayor ended the discussion for the day. He told everyone to come back tomorrow at the same time. He then scolded members of the audience for not being respectful to the guest. *** Tiffany leaned against the wall. She was in the backroom of the town hall building. Tears were in her eyes and CJ tried to console her. "Forget it," CJ said. "You did the best you could." "I feel like such an idiot," Tiffany replied, struggling to speak. "I've never been so humiliated in my life. I'm going to be fired. I know it." She cried a little bit and put her hands over her face. When she got a hug from CJ, it helped. Taking the phone out of her pocket, Tiffany called her boss and gave a quick summary of the catastrophe which had just taken place in a public setting. "Everything was going so well," Tiffany further explained on the phone call, while fighting back tears. "I felt that I was engaging the audience. I hit every note perfectly. But before I could make the important economic arguments, people started shouting at me. It was horrible." "Oh my god," the boss sighed. "I was so sure that you'd succeed." "Well you were wrong. This is the worst day of my life." There was another pause on the line. Both of them were speechless. There wasn't much to say. "Is there a backup plan?" the boss asked. "The Mayor is speaking privately with city leaders right now. He'll give me an update soon." "That's good news," the boss replied. "The deal is still in play." "Why didn't you tell me about the sex toys?" "The what?" "The sex toys," Tiffany said slowly. "The last team that came here showed them around. There are still some in the building. I saw them." The boss paused for a moment. "Oh, that. We're not entirely sure if we'd still use them. I figured we shouldn't mention it again." "I got ambushed. Plain and simple. I should have been a lot more prepared. You should have told me." "I apologize for that, Tiff. That's my fault." Tiffany calmed down. "Can we talk later? The Mayor is coming over here." "I wish you the best of luck." The call ended and Tiffany and CJ stood upright for the Mayor who was approaching them. Wiping the last of her tears, Tiffany put on a brave face for this important conversation. "Don't be discouraged," Mayor Lagassi said in a steadfast manner. "It's just that people here are very passionate about their community. These are people who want a quiet life. They don't want the hassle of big city, and they certainly don't want nudists coming here. I deeply apologize for things getting so out of hand." "It's not your fault," Tiffany replied, shaking her head. "I honestly thought I could do it, but I can't. It's useless. Sorry if we've wasted your time." "Don't give up. We're old fashioned people. But just because we're conservative and religious, doesn't mean that we're all closed minded. Many of us want this nudist park here. Believe it or not, my wife and I are eager to join." "Really?" Tiffany asked, surprised by the revelation. "What I'm saying is, I've managed to convince the dissenters that the proposal is a great idea because of jobs and tax revenue. I've also explained that the nature of this community won't be negatively impacted." "What are you saying?" The Mayor gave a heavy sigh. "We might have enough votes to give you the permits, but there's a massive condition." "Can we get to the point, please?" Tiffany asked. "What's the condition?" "The people want to know that Buckel Water Parks aren't hypocrites. More importantly, they want to know that you aren't a hypocrite. They want to know that you practice what you preach." Tiffany crinkled her nose. "Point?" "The point is, they want you to get naked during the next town hall." The cute face disappeared. "Are you serious?" "I tried my best to reason with them. Believe me, this is the only way to get the necessary votes. It's the only option." "Naked? Me? Is that what you said?" "Completely," he confirmed. "In the next town hall meeting?" "In front of all those people," he confirmed again. "Why?" "As I've said, they want to know you aren't a hypocrite. If nudity isn't a big deal, if it's so natural, and if it's not obscene, then they want proof from you, since you're the face of the business now." "Well, I'm officially jobless then," she groaned. "Now wait a minute. You can't just quit. You can't. What sort of example would that set for young, up and coming business women?" "Other business women don't have to get naked." "Irrelevant," he replied. "Obviously this is your decision, and your decision alone. But remember, if you quit now, it's a decision you may always regret. Be strong. Set an example." "Public nudity isn't my specialty, Mayor Lagassi." "There's also one other thing that the Council wants." "There's more?" Tiffany asked incredulously. "Some of the city leaders feel that the sex toys are an obscenity. They feel that it will lead this town on a sinful path. So they want you to prove that it's natural." "What kind of people are they?!" "They're good folks, I can assure you. I tried my best to reason with them and this is the only deal on the table." "I guess I need a new job then," Tiffany shrugged with a voice that was almost cracking. "Thanks for all your help. It was great meeting you." The Mayor shook his head with disappointment. "Well, I don't blame you, Ms. McAlister. I just wish you the best in whatever you decide. After shaking hands with both of them, the Mayor walked away. While watching the back of the Mayor's suit as he left the conversation, an epiphany came to her: This was her job. She made a commitment to her boss. She was determined to succeed. And her desire was ironclad. She stood there feeling like an action hero who had just suffered a major defeat, only to regain composure to win at the end. The only problem was making her body comply with her mind. Town Hall Exhibitionism They sat down and had blueberry muffins and coffee for breakfast. Supposedly, it was the specialty of that town. But the food they ate wasn't on their minds. "Are you kidding?" CJ asked in disbelief. "I'm not the type of person that pulls gags. I'm being serious about this." Tiffany casually ate another bite of the muffin and took another sip of her hot coffee. "You're actually going to do it?" CJ asked. "All of those conditions?" Tiffany nodded. "Being stubborn runs in my family." "You're braver than a superhero," CJ said in awe. For a moment, they laughed at the ridiculousness of that statement and everything they had just been discussing. Reality swiftly returned and their smiles slowly faded away. This was serious business, no matter how they tried to dress it up. "That's assuming my body will allow it," Tiffany clarified. "Who knows, I might faint in the process." "Luckily I know CPR." "That's reassuring," Tiffany winced. "But if you want to leave, that would be understandable. I think that might even be better." CJ's eyes made a sad expression. "Are you kicking me out?" "No. Gosh no. I would never do that. I just think this might... you know... be really uncomfortable for you." "The nudity aspect?" Tiffany nodded. "Yeah." "There's a lot you don't know about me." "Like what?" Tiffany asked. "I have a lot of experience with public nudity." Tiffany roared with laughter. "Do you?" "I used to go to nudists resorts," CJ explained. "When I was 21, my ex-boyfriend used to take me. We went every summer for a few years. The first time was super scary. But I quickly got used to it." "Are you joking?" Tiffany was amazed that her colleague, sweet little CJ, would be involved with such things. "Why do you think the boss sent me?" CJ asked. "I'm a terrible public speaker, but I have a passion for this. So I explained a little about my history and volunteered for this job. No one expects this from me." "You've got that right. You look so... so... nevermind. But I'm glad we're a team on this." "Me too. There's nothing like sunbathing naked on a hot summer day. Or going for a naked swim to cool down from the heat. I miss that feeling. I still love it. And it's part of the reason why I'm so passionate about this project. If it opens, I would love to come here next summer." There was a moment of silence as they just locked eyes. Without saying anything for a moment, they understood each other's thoughts. "Now that it's settled, would you like to be my coach?" Tiffany asked playfully. "A coach? I like the sound of that. Yes, I can do that. It's a great idea. But if we're going to proceed, you have to do everything I say." "Sure." "I mean it," CJ said. "Doing nudity is scary enough for a first time. But to do what you're planning? I have to push you. Otherwise it'll be a train wreck." Tiffany took a deep breath. "I'll give it my best shot." "No, we'll give it our best shot." They finished their food and coffee. There was plenty of work to be done and it had to be done fast. *** Later that day. After speaking with the Mayor, and agreeing to the terms, the Mayor was nice enough to let them in the town hall building for a private practice session. The building was empty except for a few clerks working in the backrooms. The duo lounged around in the empty town hall, planning their next big leap. As daunting as it was, there was an air of excitement. "The first rule of nudism is, there are no rules," CJ explained. "What kind of advice is that?" CJ thought for a moment. "Well, there's actually not much advice to give. It's just like public speaking, isn't it? The advice doesn't help. You just have to jump in and do it. Then you get used to it. That's the only way." "Makes sense. That's how we learned public speaking in law school with moot court. There wasn't much advice given at first. Just get up there and do the routine." "There you go. That's the answer." "So you're telling me I should just strip?" Tiffany asked rhetorically. "Do you have a better idea?" Tiffany shrugged. "You're the coach." "If I'm the coach, then I'm telling you to get naked. If you don't practice now, you'll be a nervous wreck during the next town hall." Tiffany sighed. "Maybe in a few moments. We better examine the sex toy first. I think that would work best." "Sure. The Mayor said he put it under the podium. Hang on." CJ went behind the podium and picked up the weird sex toy. It looked like a saddle with a moderately sized dildo in the middle, which pointed straight upwards. "What the hell is that?" Tiffany asked. "It's a sybian." "I've never heard of it. And I've never seen such a thing before." "It's not complicated. You can pretty much tell how it works by simply looking at it. All you have to do is sit on it. Right on the dildo. And it vibrates." "I'm not sure why a resort would need one of those things." CJ shrugged. "It makes perfect sense to me. Think about it; you get a nice orgasm from the sybian, then you get to relax naked while playing in water. Or vice-versa. Whatever floats your boat." "I guess that's what we're fighting for. The freedom for adults to enjoy their vacations." "All you have to do is get naked for a town hall packed with strangers, ride this sybian, and have an orgasm for everyone to see. Then the permits are granted. Simple as that." "How easy," Tiffany said sarcastically. "It can be easy if you practice. It's going to happen eventually. Standing around talking isn't going to help." "Give me a minute, please. I need to clear my head." Tiffany put her head down and paced the room, side to side, front to back. A minute or two had passed. There was no talking. Her mind was in a state of total concentration. Her mind was centered. Finally, she stood in the back of the room, where the audience would be, and she looked at the podium. She imagined herself naked, near the podium, riding the sex toy. Visualization was an important part of her process. "Okay," she finally said. "I'm ready. Phew..." Standing in the back of the room, Tiffany unbuttoned her top. Her eyes remained focused on the podium and sex toy on the other side. She put her top on a nearby seat. She removed her shoes and socks. She unbuttoned her pants. Her eyes remained focused on the center stage, which was kind of far away. She took her pants off and put it on a seat. All she had on were bra and panties. It was complete tunnel vision. She reached back to unclasp her bra. Her small, pert breasts exposed. They curved upwards with light pink nipples. Her eyes remained focused on the podium and sex toy. She bent down to remove her panties, also placing it on the nearby seat. She was completely and utterly naked. Bare feet on the floor. Her curves were freed. It was a certainty that CJ was watching this in shock, but Tiffany remained focused on having to walk to the podium and face the auditorium of empty chairs. "What do you think, coach?" Tiffany asked after a big deep breath. "You have a seriously cute body. You're obviously very pretty. Those pink nipples of yours are to die for. But you need to do something about those pubic hairs though. We can shave that later." Tiffany blushed. "I meant about the situation. You know, the permits, which is the reason why I'm standing here like this." "Oh, sorry. I have a great feeling that you're going to win hearts and minds. You're... you... and sometimes that's enough. There's an incredible honesty about you being naked like this that people will connect with." "Thank you." Tiffany's toes wiggled on the floor and her nipples grew harder from the exposure. This was a completely new life experience. "How do you feel?" CJ asked in awe. "Like Cersei in Game of Thrones. Prepared to make that long, naked walk of shame." "Then what's your atonement?" "Being a corporate whore," Tiffany quipped. She lifted her right foot and moved her big toe ahead of her, touching the floor in front. The first step was difficult and her body felt cold. Her nipples rock hard. This was nothing like public speaking. She froze. "What's wrong?" CJ asked. "I... I can't do it. I feel like I'm on the verge of an anxiety attack." "Come on. Can you try harder? Once you make it to the front of the room, I promise that your confidence is only going to skyrocket. Each second that you're naked, the more comfortable you're going to be." "I'm doing my best," Tiffany replied. Managing to move her feet and toes a bit, she was able to take a small step, followed by another. The more she moved, the weaker she felt. This was another level of anxiety. "Are you okay?" CJ asked. In a flash, Tiffany used her forearm to cover both breasts and nipples, then she used her other hand to cover her pussy. "I screwed up. Sorry, I'm getting dressed now. Then I'm quitting. I'm really sorry." "No. You're powerful and you can do anything." "My vagina feels like a baked potato. I can't do this. I'm getting dressed now, sorry." "Don't move," CJ said. "Watch me." Tiffany remained still, with her limbs covering her sexual parts. She watched her friend and co-worker gracefully move towards the center of the stage, right in front of the podium. She watched CJ facing the podium, then pull her hairband off, letting that luscious dark hair fall free from the ponytail. "What are you doing?" Tiffany asked, watching her friend's backside. "I'm showing you how it's done." Piece by piece, the clothes came off and CJ put everything on top of the podium, standing barefoot in her bra and panties. Her skin was light and her body was skinny. Her ass was kind of flat, which really showed after taking those panties off. Then she unclasped her bra, putting everything on the podium. When CJ turned around, Tiffany saw her friend naked. CJ had a flat chest with large, dark nipples that were rock hard. She also had a cleanly shaven pussy. "God..." Tiffany's voice trailed off. "Well, God made my body, but this is my free will. I choose to be naked with you. And I choose to be proud of what I was born with. It's a state of mind, Tiffany. Choose to be proud." Tiffany nodded and gulped. "Okay. What now?" "Come to me," CJ said with open arms. "You'll be rewarded with the only thing I can give. I promise it's worth it." With her eyes focused on the naked body of her co-worker, Tiffany moved her feet and legs, finding newfound strength and motivation for doing this job. Each step brought her closer to CJ's nudity. With each step, she saw the naked body more closely. She saw the dark color, shape, and hardness of CJ's nipples. She saw the loving expression in CJ's eyes. It was an awkward walk on the cold floor and the bottom of Tiffany's bare feet had never felt so dirty. Her mind felt even dirtier as she was naked before CJ. The duo took a moment to admire each other's body. "My prize?" Tiffany asked, almost in a whiny manner. "I'm waiting." "Oh, right. Here you go." With a persistent force, CJ grabbed Tiffany and planted a big kiss on her lips. It was a hard but gentle kiss. A smack at first, then a tender touch. When CJ pulled back, Tiffany stood wide-eyed and frozen once again. "What was that?" Tiffany gasped. "Remember what I said before? Sexual confidence is still confidence. If we can be naked together like this, freeing our minds, then how could the town hall scare you?" "Because it's different. Because there's going to be like, a hundred people, watching me masturbate on that weird machine." "Turn around," CJ said. "Time for some serious visualization." "I don't like the sound of that." But she did it anyway. Tiffany turned and faced the empty auditorium and the several rows of empty seats. A loud screeching noise was made when CJ dragged the stool towards Tiffany. "Bend over and lean on this," CJ said. "Are you going to do something to me?" Tiffany questioned. "Like what?" "You tell me. You're acting suspiciously." "We're going to do a simulation. If you can survive this, then I can assure you, you can survive the town hall. Now listen to your coach and bend over. Oh, and spread your legs too." Tiffany's jaw dropped. "I knew it." "You have no choice. Give me your pussy." Relenting, Tiffany bent over and rested her forearms on the stool. She spread her legs apart so that CJ could have unfettered access. Sure enough, CJ got on her knees, right behind Tiffany's butt. "How does my asshole look?" Tiffany flippantly asked, knowing that her friend was having a deep inspection. "Everything looks healthy, from your pink pussy -- which is slightly wet -- to that tight little brown hole. Clean bill of health." "Thanks for saving me a trip to the OB/GYN." "You're welcome," CJ said. "Now hold still. My hands might be a little cold." Tiffany yelped and her body jerked when CJ's cold hands spread her butt cheeks apart. Now they knew each other far more intimately than they could have ever imagined. "What are you doing?" Tiffany asked. "My job. Imagine the crowd is there. It's the town hall. Dozens of people are rooting for you. Dozens more are against you. Show everyone how tough you are. This is your chance to prove that you're the best at what you do, because isn't that your goal?" Without any warning, Tiffany felt two fingers push inside of her vaginal entrance and her eyes nearly crossed. It was the first time another woman had ever penetrated her. The fingers were soft and delicate, yet strong enough and skilled enough to hit her pleasure spots. "You're a miracle worker," Tiffany moaned. "But why are your fingers inside me?" "Practice for the sex toy. If you can survive my fingers, then you can survive the sybian." Slowly, CJ's fingers kept on working inside Tiffany's pussy in loving strokes and curls. Tiffany tossed her hair back. "You think your fingers are a precursor for a powerful sex toy?" "There's still much you don't know about me." A slight grip, and CJ clenched the pussy hard. Tiffany's toes wiggled on the hard floor. "It's difficult to think about work while your fingers are inside me like that." "Plus we're naked," CJ reminded, giving more strokes with her fingers. Tiffany's upper body squirmed, leaning on the stool. "How could I forget? Is this really about prep? Or did you want this all along?" "Just focus on the rows of seats," CJ said, evading the question, then giving Tiffany's butt a big kiss. "Pretend this auditorium is full. And pretend my fingers are a dildo attached to a machine that's fucking your cunt bare." Putting her mind in the moment, Tiffany did as she was told. She focused on the row of empty seats, imagining them to be filled. CJ's fingers worked Tiffany's pussy like a feminine buzzsaw. The in and out motions were rapid and ferocious. Tiffany wondered about CJ's manicure because she didn't feel a scratch in her pussy. Just the stretching and the blissful feeling of another woman playing with her cunt. "You're really going to make me cum," Tiffany said, almost laughing at the situation. "Oh god... just admit that you've been dying to do this since we first started working together." CJ kissed Tiffany's butt cheek once again. "This is serious business. Focus while I prime your body and pussy for tomorrow's big event." Gasping deeply, Tiffany's toes clenched and her eyes nearly crossed again and her jaw dropped from the suddenly rapid assault on her pussy. CJ was more than just a numbers nerd. As it turned out, CJ had the strength of an athlete despite having a bony frame. She tried to hold it in at first, but Tiffany squirted. When her orgasm hit and sent a powerful rush throughout her body, she was fully aware of the consequences. She knew that CJ might have been ruined by the flood of orgasm. She knew there was a possibility of them having to clean up a real mess. But mostly, she was worried that CJ would be furious at the impromptu shower. There was no sign of slowing down though. Although she was certain that CJ was a mess, the fingers kept on pumping. Tiffany's orgasm was a non-stop experience and she savored each second of being finger-fucked by her co-worker. Finally, the fingers slowed down and then pulled out, giving Tiffany a chance to breathe again. She giggled by reflex. Surprisingly, she felt a tongue going up and down her upper thigh, licking around the crack of her butt, and moving way too close to her labia. Looking down below, she saw CJ doing a bit of oral clean up. She also saw CJ with a glazed face, slicked back hair, and breasts that were wet. "This is weird," Tiffany gulped. CJ swallowed, making a smacking noise with her lips. "Well, you seem pretty comfortable being naked right now. And your orgasm came out naturally." "Yeah, I guess so." "Then I've done my job." After a bit more oral clean up, the duo stood upright and faced each other. Tiffany was wet from her pussy, downward. CJ had a wet upper body and a drenched hand. They heard footsteps and they froze. There were two women, about in their 50's, who looked absolutely stunned by the naked sight as they were headed towards the door. "We're... headed to lunch," one of the women said. The still naked duo looked at each other, dumbfounded by being caught. "Can you tell us where the mop is?" CJ asked, with blushing red cheeks. "There's a storage room in the back, end of the hall, right side." The older women quickly left and the naked duo just laughed. Naked Ambition Wearing a cheap yellow sundress that she had bought in the town recently, Tiffany prepared for the biggest moment of her life. People slowly trickled in for the final meeting. Some people expected another political brawl. But what many in the crowd knew was that underneath her sundress, she was naked. All she could think about was how everyone would react once she revealed her secret weapon in this high stakes game of dare. She held CJ's hand tightly, not caring that they looked like lesbian lovers, which they practically were at that point. Overall, there must have been nearly 200 people in attendance. A packed building that nearly reached capacity. She recognized many of the faces from before. Other faces were new, who probably people who came for the free nude show. Mayor Lagassi began the proceedings, thanking everyone for coming. Everything was explained to the audience so that everyone knew the rules and what to expect for this monumental moment in the town's history. Then he gave the microphone to Tiffany. She stood in the center of the speaking area. The podium had been moved, so there was nothing obstructing the view of her. Her hands began to shake a little, but she tried to fight it. "Hello," she said on the microphone. "For the newcomers to this discussion, my name is Tiffany McAlister and I represent Buckel Water Parks Incorporated. We wish to build a nudist water park in this area. As the Mayor has already explained, it will greatly benefit the economy of this community." There were a few rigid faces and people with their arms crossed. She continued, "Currently there is enough support to build the resort. But that support is dependent on my actions. In particular, my proving that Buckel Water Parks is not an obscene corporation. We are not hypocrites. And we are not immoral. We firmly stand by our practices and beliefs." She put the microphone down and took a hard look at the crowd. Tiffany lifted her sundress and pulled it overhead, tossing it aside. She stepped out of her shoes and planted her bare feet on the floor. Naked before the captive audience, she held her chin high. A jolt flowed through her body. A powerful sensation exploded in her pussy. A stiffening in her spine. Nerves made her breathe harder. Her pink nipples turned rock hard and her toes were squirming on the floor. There was a deafening silence in the packed room as everyone was fixated on her bare body. When the nerves flowed through her, she tried to fight it. She clenched her fists briefly to relieve the nervous energy. She used the power of positive thinking and she remembered the training she had done with CJ. Then she relaxed her body. The looks on people's faces spoke volume. Tiffany watched their eyes. Their eyes looking up and down her bare body. Some eyes widened. Some eyes squinted. Some people watched with their jaws dropped, wondering if this was really happening. Tiffany did her best to maintain composure. She was naked and proud of her body. She didn't allow herself to feel degraded or humiliated. She thought of it as empowering. No one would dare heckle me. Not anymore. Not when she had all the strength in the room. Not when she commanded all the attention. She picked up the microphone and continued. "I'm naked and proud. This is the way God made me. I'm a woman. Two breasts and a vagina. This is what it looks like. We're all adults here and we should act like it. I don't think there's anything obscene about this in private and neither should you." So far, so good. The crowd was entirely captivated. "Orgasms aren't obscene either. It's a natural part of a healthy life. There's nothing wrong with adults wanting to enjoy their bodies and relax." On cue, CJ and a town hall employee brought a chair with the sybian placed on it. The chair was placed next to where Tiffany was standing. "Good luck," CJ whispered softly. "You're doing so good." CJ winked at her friend and stood aside. "This is the device," Tiffany said to the crowd. "A harmless device for our nudist water park. They will be kept and used indoors. If there are no objections, I would like to provide a demonstration." The crowd remained completely silent. With a deep breath, Tiffany stood in front of the sybian. She faced the crowd and slowly sat back. CJ helped with the process, holding the dildo so that it was guided towards Tiffany's pussy, as Tiffany lowered her naked body. CJ also used her fingers to spread Tiffany for entry. The size was a perfect match. The dildo pressed in between Tiffany's labia, heading straight inside of her pussy. She gently sat down on the sybian. Inch by inch the dildo entered her body. The dildo buried all the way inside. Her vaginal walls felt stretched. She briefly straddled her hips to get comfortable. The audience was fully captivated. "Are you ready?" CJ softly whispered. Tiffany whispered back, "I've been ready all day. Hit it." With the flick of a switch, the sybian was activated and CJ stepped aside, but stayed within range should anything go wrong. A slow buzzing sound came from the machine. It was the only sound in the silent room. Slowly, ever so slowly, the dildo inside Tiffany's vagina came to life. It buzzed and vibrated, working its unique magic. It went up and down, up and down. Slowly, the speed of the mechanical thrusts increased. It sent a strange sensation throughout Tiffany's body. Her eyes remained on the crowd while this was happening to her cunt. Everyone was too stunned to move. The passionate crowd was left speechless. No one dared to break eye contact. They simply watched in awe. The dildo inside Tiffany's pussy vibrated and thrusted in a more potent manner. She moaned from the powerful sensations. Having this active machine beneath her was almost terrifying and she wanted it to stop, no matter how good it felt. Her instinct was to jump off the sybian and surrender. But she couldn't. For the sake of succeeding and having a new accomplishment, she had to finish this. So she remained on the sybian. Naked and proud. She kept a brave expression on her face as the large crowd stared at her. The small machine kicked into a higher gear when CJ pushed another button, which caused Tiffany to gasp. Both of her legs swung up into the air with her toes wide apart and the bottom of her feet facing the crowd. Her entire body weight was pressed onto the dildo and saddle, which only intensified the burning pleasure by pushing the dildo deeper into her cunt. Her hands reached down and held onto to the chair to hold her body upright. She couldn't bring her clenched feet back down. The vibrational feelings in her pussy wouldn't allow it. Her legs felt stiff and uncontrollable. The intense vibrations caused her muscles to contract. The pressure inside continued to build. The dildo penetrated her at just the right angle, hitting her sensitive g-spot. Tiffany was never an exhibitionist (far from it). But having all those eyes watching her was a supremely powerful thing. She couldn't tell if it was the ultimate humiliation, or the ultimate sexual thrill. She didn't care anymore. She couldn't. Her body had already made its decision. Tiffany cried out loud. She screamed. CJ nearly rushed to turn the device off until it was clear that an intense orgasm was impending. Her legs shook in the air. Her toes made a tightly curled shape. Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth was wide open. She continued screaming loudly as a gush of fluids shot from her pussy. Squirting had always been her secret talent, which only a few sexual partners and CJ knew about. But now, everyone in the auditorium knew about it too, and in great detail. It made a huge wet mess on the floor and some people in the front row were victims of collateral damage. People used their hands and arms to shield themselves. There were plenty of people bolting out of the way along with loud gasps to match the commotion. Gush after gush was being sprayed at an impressive distance until it finally dwindled. Tiffany managed to reach down to turn the sex toy off. Her body shivered and shook. She managed to bring her feet back down to the floor. Her bare feet stepped onto her own pool of vaginal fluids. CJ hurried over and helped Tiffany stand upright. While still breathing heavy, Tiffany looked at the stunned audience. Everyone from the townspeople, the Mayor, the Council, and the police were all speechless. They had just witnessed the orgasm of the century. Tiffany took a moment to regain her composure and heart rate after CJ handed her the microphone. "That was a preview of our services," Tiffany said, then stopping to take a quick breath. "And it concludes our presentation. I hope that we've demonstrated that Buckel Water Parks is neither lewd nor obscene. We simply enhance the natural pleasures that life has to offer. Thank you." She handed the microphone to CJ, who simply held it. One person clapped. Then another. Then another. And another. Within a matter of seconds, the entire town hall erupted with a thunderous applause for Tiffany. The townspeople stood and continued their applause. CJ brought her lips to Tiffany's ear. "Now that's how it's done." As the applause continued, Tiffany relished the moment. She was naked and proud. Wetness dripped from her cunt, down her legs, and she looked like she had just survived a tornado. This is what victory tastes like. And it tasted good. *** Laying naked in bed with CJ between her legs, Tiffany explained the whole thing to her boss. "Yes, that actually happened," Tiffany confirmed for the third time. "Don't believe me? Just call the Mayor or any of the city leaders." "My god, Tiff, you're a Saint! This is fantastic!" "Hmm, I know." A moan escaped her lips as CJ's tongue worked its divine magic. She spread her legs further apart, hoping CJ would somehow be able to delve even deeper into her sexual canal. "What was that?" the boss asked. "Are you okay?" "Just stretching. I'm assuming you've never used the sybian before." The boss laughed. "No, I'm afraid not." "It'll drain the life out of you. My legs are sore and I needed two bottles of water to rehydrate myself. I'm still in recovery right now." She accidentally let out a small yelp when CJ nibbled on her clitoris and gave it a hard suck. "I'm assuming CJ is a helpful assistant," the boss asked cautiously. "CJ is the best," she confirmed, grasping the bedsheets. There was a pause on the line. "I don't even want to ask," the boss replied. "Can I call you back? I need a deep stretch. My legs are killing me from that sybian ride." "You got it. Thanks again, Tiff. I knew you were special. You and Christine-Jade can expect big raises and promotions." "Thank you, for everything." When the call ended, Tiffany stretched her legs hard to relieve the tension, pointing her feet forward in a straight line. "Hey, you almost suffocated me," CJ said, popping her head up from the pussy, with a mouth that looked like she was eating a juicy peach. "So sorry. You're really good at this." "Now that you're off the phone, we can do this together. You looked so fucking hot while you were naked and being machine-fucked at the town hall. My cunt was swollen from watching you." Tiffany breathed deeply. "When I looked in the crowd, I knew that women were wet and men had erections. What can I say? I'm a career woman now, and sometimes difficult choices have to be made to get the job done." "You've got that right. But there are two other jobs left." "Oh?" "My pussy and yours." Flipping around, CJ got into the 69 position. Tiffany laid helplessly on the bottom while CJ's wet pussy was now above her face. Their bodies pressed and their hard nipples rubbed on each other's skin. They orally serviced each other while Tiffany kept her legs outstretched. With a day like this, it wasn't long before they both came into each other's mouths. Tiffany drank it all while CJ's pussy was buried in her face. She was a new woman now. Fearless. Confidence. When CJ rolled off after they had both cum, Tiffany went in for a deep kiss on the mouth. As their lips locked and tongues swirled, she realized just how powerful she could be. The End

No-Pajamas Party for Girls Author: wolfcub Summary: A girl gets invited to a sleepover with her new friends, but it's not a typical sleepover. I considered the invitation with mixed feelings. My first sleepover with my new friends! But there were drawings of naked girls on the invitation, which read "No-Pajamas Party" and "Please bring a sleeping bag and pillow, but leave the swimsuit and PJs at home!" I had asked Lauren what that meant, and she had told me, "Just what it says: We go starkers the whole time. You're not gonna wimp out because you're afraid to be naked in front of other girls, are you? We'll be in middle school, next year, and we'll have to shower naked in front of a bunch of girls--and the PE coach. Don't be a baby!" "I'm not a baby!" I complained, with a whine that I immediately realized made me sound like one. My attempt to recover was just as pathetic. "It's just that I don't know if my mom will let me go to a naked sleepover." Yeah, that helped. "You don't have to show her the invitation; that's just for fun. Just tell her you've been invited to a sleepover. You've been on sleepovers before, right?" "Of course!" Well, technically, *a* sleepover, but Lauren didn't need to know that. "Do you want me to ask your mom for you?" "No! I'll do it. I'm not a wimp!" "I know," Lauren said with a smile. "That's why I got you invited." Then her smile changed to a devious grin, and she added, in a conspiratorial whisper, "Just remember: What happens at Colleen's sleepovers, stays at Colleen's sleepovers." I didn't know what she meant by that, but there was no way I was going to miss this sleepover. Mom was fine with it--the sleepover part (I left out the naked part). She was happy that I had made new friends so quickly. At the end of the summer, we had had to move because of my dad's job. I started the school year knowing no one, but Lauren and I had hit it off straight away, and here it was, not even October, yet, and I was already being invited to sleepovers. (Okay, *a* sleepover, but I was determined that there would be more.) I showed up at Colleen's front door barefoot. I was wearing shorts and a tank top and carrying a sleeping bag, pillow, and a backpack--packed with pajamas, a swimsuit, a change of clothes, and other things my mom thought I'd need for the sleepover. I hadn't complained about a single thing she crammed in the pack, which gave me some leverage when I insisted that she not walk me to the door. My mom is the kind of mother who wants to meet the parents, and all that, but I insisted I was old enough to go to a sleepover "without my mommy tagging along." I got one of her annoying, condescending smiles, but I also got her assurance that she'd drive away as soon as someone answered the door, which she did--and it was a good thing she had because Colleen answered the door in all her glory! Colleen is incredibly beautiful. She has long, straight, dark, silky, shiny hair that comes down to almost the middle of her back, flawless, olive skin, and dark, mysterious eyes. (No, really: it's like looking into deep pools of water and wondering what lies beneath the surface--actually, being afraid of what lies beneath the surface!) Naked, Colleen was even more beautiful. She had just the very beginnings of small buds on her chest (which was more than I had), a taut belly, and smooth, puffy labia (yeah, my parents have used the "proper" words for things from day one). They were the same rich color as the rest of her skin. I suddenly realized that I was staring--and with my eyes lower than is proper. I looked up to see a broad smile on Colleen's face, and I blushed. I started to step forward into the house, but Colleen was blocking the doorway. "Take 'em off!" she demanded. I just stood on the porch, looking confused. "Take off your clothes!" she explained, with a playful annoyance, as if it should have been obvious. I looked around. "Out here?" "Only naked girls are allowed in my house, this weekend!" It was clear that Colleen was enjoying my discomfort, and she wasn't going to take no. She grabbed my sleeping bag from me and tossed it into the foyer. Next, she grabbed my pillow and tossed it on top of my sleeping bag. She took my backpack and tossed it in as well. I looked around, nervously. There were wide pillars on the porch, which mostly blocked the view of the front door except from the house directly across the street--and anyone who might be walking or driving by. "If you strip quickly, no one will see you." Colleen waited until the precise instant before she had me convinced before adding, "Except for the old man who lives across the street." Her mischievous grin left me unsure whether or not she was joking. What I was sure of was that I wanted to attend this sleepover--and be invited to future events--so I shucked my shorts and panties in one go, then placed them in Colleen's out-stretched hand. The shirt immediately followed, and I was standing completely naked on the front porch of my friend's house, deathly afraid that the neighbors would see me and call the cops--who would then call my parents. I anxiously waited for Colleen to make way for me to enter the house, but now it was her turn to gawk. With an approving smile, her eyes scanned my body from head to toe and back up again. When her eyes met mine, I gave her an urgent, demanding look. Her smile widened, but she stepped aside and let me in. After closing the door, Colleen picked up my backpack, stuffed my clothes into the outer pocket, then headed off through the house. I grabbed my pillow and sleeping bag and followed her through the living room and into the kitchen, which opened out into a family room, where I was pleased to see that Lauren was already there. She and Julia were sitting on the floor--completely naked, of course--among a pile of beads, strings, rolls of colored duct tape, and other, barely-identifiable items, making what appeared to be bracelets. Lauren is the epitome of cute. She was the shortest girl in our class. She had straight, blond hair in a bobbed haircut, sparkling blue eyes, and a cute little nose. Her breasts were small, firm, and round, with pin-point nipples. They were the same, light-golden tan as the rest of her body, except for the small triangles of creamy flesh that attested to the skimpy, string bikini bottoms she must wear. I dumped my pillow and sleeping bag in the pile with the others (where Colleen placed my backpack) just in time to receive Lauren's hug. She bounced on tip-toe and squealed as she hugged me. It was very awkward being naked in front of my girlfriends from school, and Lauren's hug made it worse. Actually, it felt incredibly good to have Lauren's bare flesh rubbing against mine, but the thought that I would get caught enjoying it embarrassed me even more than I already was. Julia, too, welcomed me with a hug--but without the squealing and writhing that had accompanied Lauren's. Julia is a tall, athletic girl with coal-black skin, well-developed breasts--and a patch of curly hair between her legs. She's slim without being skinny, rather every muscle in her body seems to display its own, well-defined shape. Her hug was firm and just as enjoyable as Lauren's, but in a different way. Over the next fifteen minutes, or so, the other girls arrived. Caitlyn is tall and athletic, like Julia, but with a huskier build. Her hair is light brown, straight like Colleen's, and almost as long. Her breasts are a little more developed than Colleen's, but not as much as Lauren's. Emily is a tall, skinny girl with wavy, shoulder-length red hair, and pale skin. Her breasts are much like Lauren's, but slightly smaller, and she has just a few strands of fine, red hair between her legs. Arianna and Gabriella were the last two girls to arrive. They're identical twins (but I can tell them apart, already) with curly, black, shoulder-length hair and lightly-tanned skin, who are just as flat and hairless as I am. Each arrival was met with squeals and hugs, and I decided that naked hugging is hands-down superior to any other kind of hugging. We all made anklets for ourselves--because, Colleen explained, being naked doesn't mean you can't wear jewelry. I got so caught up with making anklets and talking with my friends that I almost forgot that we were all naked--until Colleen's father entered the kitchen to announce, "Pizza's here!" which sent my friends scrambling. Actually, I got up off the floor and two full steps towards the kitchen before I remembered that I was naked, in front of a man! I hesitated a moment but quickly realized that I could remain in the family room--alone and exposed--or continue into the kitchen with the other girls, which would at least give me some cover. Before I had a chance to die of embarrassment, I was further mortified to see Colleen's younger brother enter the kitchen. I hadn't even known she had a little brother (or maybe I'd heard about him and seen him around school, but I must have assumed he'd be away for the weekend; anyway, I certainly wasn't expecting him). Lauren introduced us, "Ashley, this is Colleen's eight-year-old brother, Caleb." Caleb grunted without so much as glancing at me; he was thoroughly focused on getting his share of the pizza before there wasn't any. Unlike us girls, Caleb was at least partially dressed. He was wearing what looked like boxer shorts except that they were shorter than any boxers I'd ever seen before. The legs ended just barely below his crotch, rather than extending to mid-thigh or even the knee, as I was accustomed to seeing them. The bulge in the front of his boxers wasn't very large, but it was big enough to clearly say, "I'm a boy!" Caleb had the same olive skin and black hair as his sister, but his hair was a little wavy and ended just short of his shoulders. He had some little-boy pudginess, but he wasn't fat. In fact, he was rather cute--a realization that made me glad my girlfriends couldn't read my thoughts. Realizing that I had twenty-one-some-odd hours of nudity ahead of me to contend with, I decided to suppress my anxiety and just be cool. Besides, the pizza smelled too good to do anything but enjoy it. After pizza, Caleb wandered off to wherever his parents were, and it was just us girls, again. Colleen got out the Twister mat--actually, two Twister mats so we could go six at a time, with the last two to fall sitting out the next round. After stuffing ourselves with pizza, the object of the game was not only to try not to fall, but also to try not to barf. Twister is a goofy kids' game--until you play it naked. It's not long before spread legs are showing off vaginas, and there's lots of bumping and rubbing. In the first round, Lauren stuck her arm between my legs to reach for a color, and it brushed against my spread labia. I jumped a little, and my nose bumped into one of Julia's breast. In trying to avoid two obstacles, I lost my balance and fell. "Ashley's out!" Colleen announced. In a quieter voice, she explained, "Now, you have to sit cross-legged at the edge of the mat and rub your clitty until someone wins." I gave Colleen a wide-eyed look of disbelief. Arianna confirmed, "Those are the rules, girl!" Now, I was eleven years old, so I was quite familiar with masturbation, but I had never--ever--masturbated in front of anyone else, before. I looked at Lauren, who was trying to give me her sternest "don't be a wimp" look while simultaneously trying not to fall. Being more afraid of disappointing Lauren than being embarrassed, I followed the rules. There were quite a few snickers, so at first, I thought the girls were putting me on, but Gabriella soon went down, and she payed the penalty without hesitation. Being naked with a bunch of other naked, pre-teen girls is exciting all on its own. Watching a bunch of naked, pre-teen girls contort and intertwine their bodies is even more so. Masturbating while all this is going on is wild! At first, I had just gone through the motions to follow the rules, but after Gabriella and Emily were out, watching them masturbating--with everything else going on--really got me going. I was really working my clitoris, and without realizing it, I had started to squirm and make small gasping and grunting noises. I turned bright red when Lauren sat next to me and whispered that she had fallen because I had distracted her. Julia and Caitlyn were the final survivors of the first round. They're both very competitive, so the game turned into a full-contact sport, with each girl trying to force the other down. That evolved into a wrestling match, and it took all six of the rest of us to pull them apart. I was worried that the game had turned into a fight, but Julia and Caitlyn were laughing so hard--as was everyone else--that I realized they were just having fun. Masturbating for so long had really worked me up, and my vagina was really wet. I was determined to last longer, this round. I guess the other girls had gotten excited, too, because after a few turns, I could see that I wasn't the only one with a glistening vagina. Having watched most of the first round, I had learned that the game was more about physical contact than the official rules had intended, and this time, I gave as good as I got: giving the occasional elbow or knee to the appropriate sensitive bits of my friends' bodies. I managed to outlast everyone but Colleen, whose long hair created an unfair tickling hazard, and Lauren whose uncanny flexibility offset her limited reach, allowing her to access circles few others could. Of course, that meant I had to stay in for the following round, too, but the best strategy for this version of the game seemed to be to play to finish third--which I managed to do, except when Julia, Caitlyn, and Lauren were playing at the same time. After Twister was ice cream--with all manner of toppings. By this time, I wasn't even bothered when Caleb joined us in the kitchen. At least, I wasn't until Colleen made a point of introducing him to me. I told her that Lauren had already introduced us. "Yeah," Colleen said in a hushed voice, "But my dad was in the kitchen at the time. Everyone who meets my little brother has to kiss him." I looked at Caleb, who was engrossed in ice cream and, therefore, ignoring all of us--including his sister. "Caleb!" Colleen snapped, but still with a lowered voice. Caleb looked up without appearing annoyed or bothered with his sister. "You need to properly greet my new friend, Ashley." Caleb gave his sister a sheepish grin, then set his ice cream down and walked over to me. He glanced over his shoulder, as if making sure his parents weren't around, then quickly placed his hands on my shoulders, raised up on his toes, and kissed me. To my surprise, it wasn't a little-boy peck on the cheek. He pressed his lips to mine, then pushed his tongue into my mouth! I tried to pull away, but he was just heavy enough that his grip on my shoulders kept me close, so I grabbed his sides and gave him a firm push. When our lips broke, Caleb removed his hands from my shoulders and simultaneously gave each of my nipples a tweak. He gave me a big smile before returning to his ice cream. My friends were all giggling uncontrollably. "Was that the first time a boy kissed you?" Arianna teased. I tried to keep from blushing, but my body betrayed the fact that it was the first time I had ever been kissed by a boy--except for relatives, like my dad, grandfathers, and uncles. "Show her how it's done," Gabriella urged her. Arianna put down her ice cream and walked over to me. "Here, stand like this." She placed my hands on her hips, then placed her own hands on my shoulders. She leaned in towards me, and I reflexively pulled back. "No, just stay right there," she told me as she pulled me close, again. The first kiss was very brief. "Relax your mouth, and open it a little." She kissed me again, taking a brief pause to say, "That's better." This time, I felt the tip of her tongue touch mine, and I pulled away. Arianna gave me a look of exasperation before pulling me back towards her and kissing me again. When her tongue touched mine, I pushed back slightly. Arianna gave me an approving, "Mm, mm!" The world seemed to fade off into the distance, and it was just Arianna and me--making out like crazy. We pulled our bodies towards each other and writhed them together as we kissed. She let her hands slide down my back, grabbed one buttock in each hand, and gave them a squeeze. I slipped my hands around behind her and did the same. I felt my heart sink when Colleen and Gabriella pulled us apart. "Okay, you two!" Colleen admonished. "That's enough for now." It was the "for now" part that intrigued me. "Now, Ashley, you have to give my little brother a proper kiss." Caleb gave me a mischievous smile. His lips were smeared with chocolate syrup and whipped cream, but I didn't care. I bent my knees a little to get myself closer to his level, then gave him a full-on, wet kiss. As with Arianna, I didn't hold back. I even squeezed his cute little butt--and he squeezed mine. When Colleen pushed us apart, I noticed that the front of Caleb's shorts were fully tented. He didn't have much, but what he did have was pointing straight out from his body. "I think we created a monster," Gabriella commented. After ice cream came "Truth or Dare Pop." We each had to write a question or dare on a slip of paper. When we were done, we folded them up tightly, and placed each one into a balloon. Colleen gathered all the balloons into a bag and mixed them up, then we each pulled one out and blew it up, so no one knew what was in any particular balloon. "The idea," Colleen had explained before I had written anything, "Is that there's a good chance you could get your own question or dare, so no one writes anything they wouldn't want to answer or do themselves." I didn't know what kind of questions and dares would be appropriate. I had played Truth or Dare before, but I could tell this group was a lot wilder than the girls I had played with in the past. I didn't want to go overboard, but I didn't want to write something babyish, either. Once they were blown up, the girls scattered the balloons around the room by launching them with a good smack. "For later," Colleen had explained. "First, we have to initiate you into our sleepover group." That worried me, and it must have shown on my face because Lauren said, "Don't worry: it's nothing too bad." The "too bad" part did nothing to reassure me. Colleen led me over to the couch. "Sit back and spread your legs wide." I sat down, but I was hesitant to spread my legs. "Don't worry! We're going to check to see if you're still a virgin. You are, aren't you?" I blushed. "We all were, too," Caitlyn admitted. "Just do what Colleens says." Nervously, I pulled my knees up to my chest and spread my legs. "Wider!" Colleen instructed. "Now hold your lips apart with your fingers." I did as I was told. I really wanted to get invited to the next sleepover. Colleen stepped back, and before I realized what was happening, Julia had stepped forward and snapped a picture on her phone. I dropped my legs and stood up. The girls were all crowded around Julia's phone, trying to see the picture. "Yep!" Julia announced. "She still has her cherry!" I pushed my way into the bunch to see the picture for myself. Julia held her phone up for me, but wisely kept it out of my reach. The screen showed a brightly-lit picture of the thin membrane of skin stretched across my vagina. "Back on the couch, now, and spread 'em!" Colleen demanded. I decided I could handle a few pictures--as long as they didn't go beyond this group. Julia took another picture of me spread wide, but this time from just far enough away to show my entire body, including my face. Next, Colleen knelt in front of me. She had what looked like a glass rod in her hand. It had a flat base and was rounded on the other end. She put the rounded end up near my vagina, and before I realized what she was going to do, it was too late. She pushed the rod inside me! There was a little sting, but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. She slowly pushed the rod into my vagina until it wouldn't go any further. It was a strange sensation. Actually, after getting over the initial shock and sting, it felt kind of good. After making sure I wasn't panicking, Colleen moved out of the way, and Julia took another pair of photos: one close up and the other full-body. Then Colleen removed the rod, and Julia took another pair of photos--and a photo of the red streaks on the rod, and the red stains on the white cloth she wiped it off with. She then patted my vagina with the cloth and once again held it up for Julia to photograph. "There!" Colleen announced. "Now you're open for business!" She helped me to my feet, then each of the girls gave me a hug. Julia loaded the images onto Colleen's laptop, and I got to see the whole gallery: similar pictures of each of the other 7 girls undergoing a similar initiation. "Don't worry," Colleen assured me. "I know how to encrypt them. They're just for us. Now, everyone grab a balloon! If you don't do a dare or tell the truth, the rest of us throw you out the front door, and we don't let you back in for five minutes—and my street's busy on a Friday night." I had to go first because I was the new girl. Lauren showed me how to pinch the paper inside so it wouldn't go flying, then she gave me a needle, and I popped my balloon. Even though I was ready for it, I still jumped. "Won't your parents hear?" I wondered aloud. "They don't care," Colleen explained. "Don't worry. They won't come in here unless we get really rowdy." With more than a little apprehension, I unfolded the paper. "Truth: Have you ever seen your parents having sex? If so, tell!" This is one of those questions that's a bummer most of the time, but I was the exception that made the question worth asking. It would have been easy to say no, but again, my body betrayed me by blushing. All the other girls squealed and moved in closer to me. "When I was seven years old," I began, "My parents and I were visiting my aunt and uncle on our vacation. I was sleeping on their couch, and my parents had their guest room. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep, so I went to the room my parents were staying in. "Without thinking, I just opened the door and walked in. My dad was lying on his back, and my mom was bouncing up and down on top of him. They were both completely naked! My mom's breasts where bouncing all over the place!" "Did they see you?" about four girls asked, simultaneously. "No. At least they didn't seem to, and they've never said anything to me about it. I just backed up, closing the door as I did, and went back to the couch. I never again opened a door without knocking and waiting, first!" All the girls laughed. I was peppered with questions, but I didn't have any answers. I really hadn't seen much in the dark. Lauren was next. "Dare: Pick any girl and go down on her for two full minutes." Lauren picked me. I didn't know what "go down on" meant, but I found out rather quickly. After dabbing up a little residual blood, Lauren went to work with her tongue. It's way better than masturbating! I was really getting into it when Colleen called time. Caitlyn got mine. "Dare: Kiss everyone once on each butt cheek." It was a little lame, but like I said, I wasn't sure about this group. Everyone giggled, and Caitlyn did it without protest or ceremony. She made a show of trying to kiss her own butt--because I had said "everyone." Gabriella threatened to have Caitlyn thrown out in the street because she couldn't complete the dare, but Julia intervened and suggested that I be thrown out in the street for making a dare that couldn't be done. After much arguing--and laughing--Colleen ruled the dare fair and completed. Julia had to pick up an empty Coke bottle with her vagina and carry it across the room--allowing the use of her feet only to right a toppled bottle. We were all in hysterics watching Julia squat over the bottle, lower herself onto it, then try to grip it tightly enough to stand. Emily called foul, accusing Julia of using her thighs to support the bottle as she waddled across the room, but everyone was laughing too hard to second her complaint. When Emily read her slip of paper, the room erupted in a thunder of excitement. "Dare: Wear The Butterfly for 20 minutes." "Do you have it?" "Of course! I snuck it out of my mom's dresser this afternoon." "Isn't twenty minutes kind of long?" "I've gone twenty minutes, before." "Did not!" "Did so! Ask Arianna!" Emily's face looked almost as red as her hair. In addition to being embarrassed, she also appeared to be just a little bit nervous. After Colleen fetched The Butterfly from her bedroom, the girls all crowded around her and examined it with wonder and awe. One end of The Butterfly was shaped like a penis! It was about an inch and a half in diameter and maybe four inches long. The other end expanded out into the shape of a butterfly with a large bulge in the middle and straps attached to it. The whole thing was mostly a rubbery plastic, but there were a couple of thin, metal strips running the length of the penis and a couple of small, metal patches at the butterfly end. In addition, Colleen also had what looked like a small remote control and a bottle of some clear goop. Still looking nervous, Emily sat down on the couch and spread her legs wide. Colleen knelt in front of her. She popped the cap off the bottle and squirted some of the goop on the penis part of The Butterfly. She then used her hand to spread it all around. It looked as if she was masturbating the penis! Next, she wiped her hand between Emily's legs, spreading what was left of the goop onto and into her. Then, she slowly and carefully inserted the penis part into Emily's vagina. Emily drew in her breath and shuddered a little when that happened. When it was fully inserted, Caitlyn handed Colleen a paper towel, and she used it to clean her hand before attaching the straps around Emily's legs and waist. Then she picked up the remote and pressed a series of buttons. The Butterfly began to hum softly, and Emily shuddered, again. There was a chorus of giggles. "It vibrates in your pussy and against your clitty," Lauren explained to me, "And every so often, it gives you a small, electric shock! Sometimes, the electricity pulses for a few seconds." At that moment, Emily gasped, and her body stiffened. "See!" Lauren exclaimed. "Like that!" Julia set the time on her phone to twenty minutes, then it was Gabriella's turn. Gabriella had to name all the boys she had kissed, and I was surprised by the length of the list, which included about half the boys in our fifth-grade class at school. There were a lot of "oh, no you didn't" and "what about..." comments, but Colleen overruled them. Meanwhile, Emily seemed a little detached. Every so often, she'd shudder or gasp or let out a little moan, which always drew giggles. I was a little concerned for her, but the game continued. Arianna was blindfolded, then each of us pushed our vulvas against her mouth. She had to guess who each girl was. If she got at least half of them right, she was done; otherwise, she had to go down on every girl she guessed wrong for one minute each. Amazingly, she guessed everyone of us correctly! Just after Arianna finished her dare, Emily let out a rather loud and long moan. She had been kneeling on the floor, and she was now bent over. I rushed to her to see if she was alright. When she sat up, she had a big, goofy smile on her face. All the girls laughed. "That was a good one!" Emily announced, with glee. "Did you pop?" "Oh, yeah! Big time!" "Half way there!" Julia announced, consulting the timer on her phone. "I still have ten minutes to go?" "Nine minutes, thirty-seven seconds!" "Cool!" Emily said, with a big smile. Colleen's question was a bit of an anticlimax. "Truth: If you had to have sex with one boy from our school, who would it be?" "Mark!" everyone but Colleen said, in unison. "Is not!" Colleen protested. "Don't make me put you out that front door," Julia warned, "Because I can do it all by myself!" "It's not Mark!" Mark was the dreamy boy in our class that most of the girls wanted. Colleen was probably the only one of us who had a chance. "It's not Mark," Arianna said, plainly. Colleen shot her a dirty look. "Colleen, I know who it is, and if you don't tell everyone, Julia won't have to put you out the door because I will." Colleen fumed for a moment, then Emily let out another moan, causing everyone to laugh, and breaking the tension. "Okay. Fine! It's Alex! Satisfied?" "Alex?" came a chorus of doubts. "Goofy, geeky Alex? Alex!" Even with her dark skin, you could tell Colleen was blushing. Alex was the annoying boy that made all the girls go, "Ew!"--even the girls who had started liking boys, which was most of the girls in our class. He was actually rather cute, but his goofiness destroyed that advantage. "Remember the third week of school, when we did the electricity thing?" Arianna started to explain. "No, no, no!" Gabriella interrupted. "Colleen has to tell it, herself. It's her Truth!" Colleen gave Gabriella a dirty look, which Gabriella returned, in equal measure. "Mr. Smith picked partners randomly," Colleen began, still glaring at Gabriella. "I didn't choose to work with him!" Then, in a much softer voice, "He's not so bad when it's just you and him. When he's away from everyone--you know, just you and him--he's really nice." "Whoa!" Lauren interrupted. "When were you alone with Alex?" "Well, I mean, we were working alone--just him and me, not in a group." "That is not what you meant!" Lauren argued. "Alright! After working with him that day--just him and me, not in a group--I realized how nice he was. So, I got Leanne to tell me where he lives--Leanne gets off at Alex's bus stop. Then, that Saturday, I rode my bike near his house. I didn't see him, but on the way home, I went past the park, and he was there." There was a lot of snickering at this point, and Emily popped, again,letting out a really big, "Oh!" which turned the snickering into all-out laughter. "How much longer does she have to go?" "Four minutes!" "Anyway, he was at the park, so I rode my bike up to where he was and said hi. We talked for a while, and it turns out he really is nice!" "And..." Gabriella said, which earned her another dirty look. This one she didn't return. She just repeated, "And..." Colleen fumed for another moment before blurting out, "And we went under the bridge and made out! There! Are you happy, now?" "Ecstatic!" Gabriella laughed. "You made out with Alex? Alex!" Colleen just sulked. Even a hug from Arianna didn't help. "I think Alex is okay," I said, timidly. Colleen's sulking turned into a look of surprise--and then a flash of jealousy--and then a smile. And then another dirty look at Gabriella. The tension was once again broken by Emily popping for the third time--and she still had two minutes to go! "I think Ashley should try The Butterfly when Emily's time is up," Colleen proclaimed. "But the dare wasn't hers," Lauren protested, when she saw the look on my face. "It's not a dare!" Colleen countered. "It's part of her initiation." I was beginning to wonder how many parts there were to this "initiation," and I suspected that it was as many things as Colleen could come up with before four o'clock tomorrow. We all gathered around Emily. You could tell every time The Butterfly zapped her because she gasped and twitched. She had a far-away look on her face: a blank expression with the occasional eerie smile. We counted down the last ten seconds, but when we reached zero, Emily pulled away and gave us an emphatic, "No!" About ten seconds later, she popped again--really big! "Emily, don't be greedy: Give Ashley a turn." Many, many giggles. I had never had anything in my vagina before Colleen put that glass rod into me. I hadn't even ever put my fingers inside because I didn't want to tear my hymen. The penis end of The Butterfly really stretched me. It felt weird. It didn't look very long, but it felt like it was way up inside me. I flinched when Colleen turned it on. The vibrations felt weird, at first, but then I started to enjoy them. I jumped and let out a yelp when the first zap hit! I felt it both in my vagina and on my clitoris. I jumped at the second zap, too. Then the pulses hit me! It seemed a lot longer than a few seconds. Every part of me seemed to throb with the pulses, and I let out a long, "Ohhhhhh!" which made everyone laugh. "How long does she have to go?" Lauren asked. "Until she pops," was Colleen's reply. It only took four minutes. I say, "Only," but it seemed like an eternity. I thought I had orgasmed a few times masturbating, but nothing was like what I experienced from The Butterfly! Everyone was very amused by my performance. I wanted to keep going, but Julia announced that it was time for the dance competition. Colleen set up her laptop so the camera had a good view of the area in front of the couch, and the image was showing on the TV. A few of the other girls moved the coffee table and cleared out the other stuff so there was a clear dance floor. Each girl took a turn doing her sexiest dance. Gabriella was really nasty, spreading her legs and thrusting her hips. Lauren showed off how flexible she was. Julia and Caitlyn danced together, rubbing and grinding their bodies against one another. Emily did some kind of punk thing that was really good. Colleen and Arianna did a ballet duet that didn't really fit the music but was very funny. Because it was my first time, I was allowed to go last. I had watched all the girls carefully, so I knew what was expected. I spread my feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, bent my knees slightly, then started moving my hips in time to the music. I slowly worked my way around until my butt was facing the camera, and I made sure to do plenty of shaking. By this point, I was really enjoying myself. I pulled my feet together, stretched my arms up high, and began working my whole body the way I had done my hips. Waves rippled from my toes, up to the tips of my fingers, and back down. Then I did a few splits, elbow stands, and other simple gymnastic exercises. I couldn't compete with Lauren, but I thought I gave a good showing. I finished on the floor, facing the camera, propped up on my elbows with my legs spread and toes pointed straight out. Everyone clapped. That made me feel really good! "That was great!" Emily told me. The other girls added their own approval. "I bet you win!" "Win? How do we determine that?" "We don't" Arianna explained. "The guys who were watching do." "Uh, what guys?" I asked, very nervously. "I was streaming the video on the Internet," Colleen said. "There's a bunch of guys who watch us. They all get a vote." I gave Lauren a questioning look. "Sorry! They wouldn't let me tell you." "How many guys?" I asked, with a shaky voice. Colleen studied the screen. "Uh…1,423." "One thousand...what?! You're putting me on, right?" I ran over to the computer. There was a window on the right-hand side of the screen with a list of user names. There was also a count of the total number of users logged in: 1,423!" "No... No! You didn't just... I didn't just dance naked in front of 1,423 guys! You're making that up!" "Don't worry," Colleen said. "I don't use our real names, and I go through a proxy, so no one knows who we are." I didn't know what a proxy was, but I did know that I didn't just dance naked in front of 1,423 guys! "No, no, no!" Lauren gave me a hug. "It's okay. We've done this lots of times, and we've never gotten caught. No one's gonna find out." "Alright!" Colleen cheered, rather too loudly! "Ashley got 647 votes! That's almost half!" Everyone congratulated me, but I still wasn't sure that this wasn't an elaborate joke. Colleen continued announcing the results: Gabriella 160 Lauren 173 Julia/Caitlyn 121 Emily 219 Colleen/Arianna 103 "Hey!" Caitlyn complained. "We were robbed! We deserve more than 121 votes! That's only sixty votes each!" "You were robbed?" Arianna sympathized. "Colleen and I only got 103!" "The dirty old men who watch these web cams aren't into cultural things like ballet," Julia explained. "Caitlyn and I were hot!" "Not as hot as Ashley," Lauren said, with a big smile. "Okay, so Ashley gets The Butterfly for the rest of the night," Emily added, with a devious grin. "Mom and Dad told me to tell you it's late." That was Caleb. "I think Ashley should get Caleb for the rest of the night," Gabriella said with a laugh. "Hey!" Colleen complained. "That's my little brother!" "Yeah, but you get him every night!" Everyone but Colleen laughed at that. "I don't sleep with my little brother. Well, okay, I sometimes sleep with him--but that's all we do: sleep!" "Caleb, tell the truth: Do you and Colleen ever fool around? We won't tell anyone." Caleb blushed. "When we take a shower, together, Colleen washes my..." "Caleb!" "O! M! G! You guys shower together?" Caleb blushed, again. "What else do you do?" Before Caleb could answer, Colleen explained. "We cuddle, and kiss, and fool around, some, but we don't make out--and I've never let him put his wiener in me!" There was a chorus of protests and exclamations, but Caleb confirmed that he had never put his "wiener" in any girl's "coochie." The way he said it was simply adorable! Colleen was adamant that it was okay for us to make out with her brother--though she never did--examine his "boy parts," and cuddle with him, but none of us was going to have real sex with him--oral, anal, or vaginal. The anal part threw me. I hadn't ever considered letting a boy stick his penis up my butt! Ew! "Speaking of examining boy parts," Lauren said. "I think we should let Ashley have a look." "Yeah," Emily agreed. "She's probably never seen a boy, before." I opened my mouth to protest, but instantly realized that I didn't want to get into explanations, so I stayed quiet, which the girls fortunately took as an admission that I hadn't. Caleb was happy to drop his shorts and spread his legs for me. His penis was shorter than I expected, but it was also a little thicker, and his testicles were a little bigger. Caleb said I could touch him, and I didn't need to be offered twice. I had seen a few boys, before--and some pictures--but this was my first opportunity to touch. His penis was spongy, but as I handled him, it got stiff. Everyone giggled--including me. It lengthened to about two or three inches. Tentatively, I gave it a few strokes. Caleb smiled really big! "Thanks!" I said, with an equally-big smile. "You have to finish him," Arianna said, plainly. After a questioning look from me, she added, "You can't leave him hanging like that. When you get a boy worked up, you have to stroke him off." I looked around to see that all the other girls were in agreement--and Caleb's smile was even bigger. With unsolicited directions from the girls, I gave my first hand job. Judging by the way Caleb pushed up and grunted after only about two minutes, I guess I did it right! After pressure from the other girls--and Caleb--Colleen consented to letting Caleb share my sleeping bag--but Caleb better not try to put his penis in me, and if he did try, I better well not let him! Her threat seemed serous enough that I almost passed on the opportunity, but I was glad I didn't. It felt really good cuddling up to Caleb's soft, warm body, and I fell asleep incredibly content. I woke up to the smell of bacon and realized that I was alone in my sleeping bag. I groggily sat up and looked around. Julia, Caitlyn, Colleen, Arianna, Gabriella, and Caleb where crowded around the kitchen island, eating pancakes. Colleen's father was at the stove, cooking. Emily was still asleep. Lauren was laying in the sleeping bag next to mine with her eyes open. "It's about time you woke up!" On her way to the kitchen, Lauren kicked Emily, who grabbed Lauren's ankle and almost tripped her, but Lauren is too nimble for that. I completely forgot that I was naked. I wasn't at all bothered by the presence of Colleen's dad, who was wearing only a pair of boxers--the kind I was used to seeing. Caleb was still naked, and it was only after I got a couple pancakes and a few strips of bacon in me that it occurred to me that he might have seen Caleb sleeping with me. If he did, he didn't say anything. After breakfast, we lounged on the floor of the family room and watched cartoons. Caleb joined us, snuggling next to Arianna. When we had reached our limit of lazing, Colleen announced that it was time for the pool. Emily stopped me just outside the sliding glass doors. "You have certain body parts that aren't used to the sun," she said, holding up a bottle of sunscreen. "Oh, yeah," I answered, sheepishly. "I guess that would be a hard sunburn to explain." Emily nodded in agreement. I reached for the bottle, but rather than handing it to me, she squirted some into her hand and rubbed it into my chest. Then she did my butt, then between my legs, where she spent rather more time than was necessary. She handed me the bottle, indicating that I should do her. I sized her up and realized that I pretty much needed to do her whole body. "Yeah," she said, noticing my look, "I pretty much just burn everywhere." I saved between her legs for last, and I didn't spend quite as much time there as she had with me, which drew a complaint. "Are you sure you got enough there?" I slapped her butt and took off running for the pool. It earned me a serious dunking, but it was worth it! Swimming naked is fun. In fact, everything is more fun when you're naked! I highly recommend sleeping naked (I have, ever since the sleepover)--and if you can find a naked little boy to share your bed with, I highly recommend that, too! After a while, I noticed that Colleen's parents had joined us outside. They were sitting on a couple of lounge chairs under an umbrella. Colleen's mom was wearing a very skimpy string bikini, and her dad was wearing a Speedo! The main reason I noticed her parents is because, after they came out, the other girls started to find excuses for getting out of the pool. Prior to that, the argument was who's turn it was to fetch the wayward ball--something that Colleen made Caleb do, until he had had enough of being our gofer. After her parents came out, the girls started throwing the ball out of the pool on purpose--then insisting that it was their turn to go get it. There was a lot of bending over with legs spread, and stuff like that, during the process, with everyone trying to show off for Colleen's dad. Colleen seemed annoyed by it and was happy that I wasn't participating. After one particularly atrocious display by Gabriella, Colleen's dad scooped her up and tossed her back into the pool, himself diving in after her. That began the free-for-all. Colleen sided with her dad, and the rest of us--including Caleb--switched sides, depending on how it benefited us at the moment. Needless to say, there was a lot of grabbing, and bumping, and rubbing going on. I was horrified when Colleen's dad grabbed me between the legs--more than once! After the first time, I started to notice that I wasn't the only one he was grabbing--and he wasn't even trying to make it seem like an accident. The other girls were grabbing at his crotch, in return, and he was doing a lot of breast-grabbing, as well. Eventually, Colleen's mom broke us up, insisting that we "give the old man a rest." The adults tired out before we did and went back into the house, leaving us to play chicken, with each of us taking a turn carrying Caleb. In addition to the pool, Colleen had a large back yard with a fence and lots of bushes and trees that made it private. When we had exhausted ourselves in the pool, we sat in the shade of one of the bigger trees. Caleb went back into the house after complaining about not wanting to listen to "girl talk." "Which would you rather do, Ashley," Gabriella asked, "Spend another night sleeping with Caleb, naked, or sleep with Colleen's dad, naked?" "Gabriella!" It was now obvious to me that Gabriella's favorite pastime was punching Colleen's buttons--and she excelled at it. "It's a fair question!" "Colleen is fine with just about everything else," Lauren explained, "But she gets really annoyed when anyone talks about her father or brother." "So, Ashley, which one?" The girls started snickering when I hesitated. I realized that by not answering immediately, I was admitting to being interested in Colleen's dad. It was far too late for an "Ew!" so I just sat there and blushed. "You have to answer!" I looked at Colleen and knew that either answer was going to get me in trouble, so I said, "Caleb," not quite sure, myself, that it was the truth. Half the girls told me that, if this had been True or Dare, I would have been thrown out the door; the other half came to my defense. "Which would you rather do, Gabriella," I retorted, "Kiss Caleb or kiss Colleen?" It was only there for an instant, but the look that flashed on Gabriella's face told me I had asked the winning question. I didn't wait for her to answer. I just said, matter-of-factly, "It's clear you like Colleen, that's why you try so hard to hide it from everyone by annoying her all the time." To my surprise, I had nailed it! From everyone's reaction, I could tell that I had hit upon something that no one else had considered, but--having heard it--everyone knew was true. I immediately felt bad. Colleen smiled, bashfully, and rescued me from the awkwardness. "Emily, would you rather run naked on the playground during recess or kiss Joey Martin in the cafeteria during lunch?" Joey was like Alex, but without the benefit of being cute. "Run naked!" was Emily's immediate response. "If she could do it without getting in trouble, Emily would run naked at recess every day!" Lauren said with a giggle. Julia and Caitlyn piled on. The questions got sillier, and the awkwardness was long-forgotten by the time we smelled the hotdogs and hamburgers that Colleen's dad was grilling. I hadn't realized I was so hungry. After lunch, with full bellies and tired bodies, we crashed on the family room floor and played a movie. I don't remember which movie it was because I spent most of the time making out ("practicing kissing") with Lauren--and the other girls, in turn. Apparently, it was important that they each, individually, assess my kissing skills. lest I embarrass myself with a boy in the near future. When the other girls started to get dressed, it occurred to me that I had been naked for more than 21 hours straight! A personal record, I was sure. On the way out the door, Colleen reminded me, in a low voice, "Remember, what happens at my sleepovers, stays at my sleepovers!" My dad picked me up and asked if I had a good time. "Wonderful!"

New Frontiers byRodrigo Santeria© Connie and Susan had grown up together and been good friends throughout high school. They shared similar experiences while dating in high school but in college Connie was experienced, whereas Susan had one main guy. As contrasting as their behavior was, they agreed that boys were easily turned on. Susan told Connie that her boyfriend, Steve, would get hard if she told him she wasn't wearing panties.  "It doesn't even matter if it's the truth, he just gets this huge boner. It's hysterical to see him try to hide it. Once he came to the Sorority house, and waited for me, while we were having a meeting in the living room. I whispered to him that I didn't have on any panties and then I laughed as he stuffed both hands into his pocket to try to hide it. Everyone knew . . . " Connie responded, "Oh yeah they're amazing, I went to a party with this guy and the dress I wore didn't look good with a bra, so... I swear, every minute I wasn't looking him in the eye he was trying to see down my dress. After driving back to his apartment and before we got out of the car I just asked him if he wanted to see my boobs. His mouth dropped open and I could tell he was hard, right there. I undid the back of my dress and leaned way over so he could see my nipples and patted his cock. Then I got my dress back together and got out of the car to go inside. He didn't want to go inside until his dick was normal. We waited for nearly five minutes." The two girls also agreed that the best way to dis another girl was to arouse her boyfriend. Susan stated how one of her sorority sisters had tried to pick up on Steve while wearing a bathrobe and walking through the foyer of the house.  "Only a bathrobe. It wasn't tied she was just holding it in front with one hand. Then she had the nerve to go up the stairs and talk to us over the banister. Steve was standing there with this stupid look. We were looking right up the front of it. He couldn't really see anything because it's not a well lit area, but come on." "Haven't you ever done anything like that?" queried Connie. "It's a great sensation knowing how intently the guys watch and how angry the women get. I bet you and Steve did it a lot that night, too. Admit it! No? Well I think it's sexy. I'm going to the pool tomorrow, meet me there and you can tell me all about it. Now I've got to go home."  The following day, they met at their parents' country club. It was late in the morning when Connie and Susan met. Not many people were around because it was still cool. As they were lying on the chaise lounges soaking up the sun, Connie casually asked Susan what she thought of the lifeguard. He was two years younger than them and they only knew him by name.  Susan said, "He's pretty cute and he's tall..."  Connie interrupted, "No! I know that, but do you think we ought to try to give him a hard on? I was thinking of lying on my stomach and undoing my bikini top, and you know, lift up a little. He's looking at us because we're the only ones in this area."  "You're crazy, anyone could see you!" stated Susan.  "Not if you look out for me," retorted Connie. "Besides, what's the big deal if some one does? It's just another boner." Connie arranged herself so her chair was lined up with the lifeguard, and lay down so he could get the best view. Susan glanced around anxiously. Connie asked Susan to undo her top and put some lotion on her back.  She beamed, "It will get his attention." Susan undid the top and rubbed in the lotion. Connie stated, "This is really turning me on! Am I clear? Should I do it?"  "Yeah, do it!" Susan urged. Connie reached around to grab her pool bag.  "If you bend like that you'll block his view..., but he is looking more alert."  Connie got out her cell phone and leaned on her elbows. As she pretended to talk she asked Susan to make sure he could see her nipples. Susan jumped in the pool and glanced at Connie. She could barely make out the top of her areola.  When she returned to her chair she whispered, "Barely, but it's still the best peek he'll get all day." "Maybe not!"  As she said that Connie rolled off the chaise, stood up and then bent over at the waist to get her t-shirt out of her bag. As she got out the shirt, she faced him, tried to make contact through his sunglasses and put the shirt on.  "I think that will be the best view he'll get today." "Your timing is perfect, the guards are rotating positions. Oh, check this out his replacement is Michelle. She was in yearbook representing the sophomores with me," Susan giggled. The two watched as their lifeguard swung down from the guard chair. They could see how his shorts were standing out from his waist and waited to see if Michelle noticed. She was standing extremely close to their boy while he tried to act casual. To their surprise, Michelle brushed her hand over the material covering his schlong. She smiled, gave him a quick kiss, and climbed up the guard chair. The guard stole a sideways glance at Connie and Susan and then sauntered off to the first aid hut. "God this is turning me on! Did you see that? She rubbed his cock. Wasn't that great?! She didn't even care if we saw!" Connie gushed.  "Connie, that wasn't much... not compared to you. That was brilliant. We could get thrown out for that stuff," worried Susan. Connie mused, "Trust me, every guy wants to see that happen every day of his life. It's their fantasy. It's why guys always try to look down women's shirts and up their skirts. It's hardwired into their system, and when they do see it they don't complain they think 'TITS'" or 'PUSSY' and it reinforces that behavior, so they keep doing it. Besides, it makes me feel incredible. Go over to the first aid hut and get him turned on. You'll thank me later. I'll look out for you." Susan hesitated for a moment. She was concerned about being caught, but she had to admit it was provocative. She liked watching Connie stand up topless and defiantly stare at the guard. There was something rebellious and vulnerable that she wanted to feel for herself. Walking over to the first aid hut, she wondered what she could do that would come close to what Connie had done.  As she rounded the corner of the hut to the open door, she felt very self conscious, she had been getting turned on, and thinking about what she wanted to do, had made it obvious. Glancing down she could see her flushed skin and hardened nipples through the fabric of her bikini. She sensed her swollen pussy lips and knew she was pretty wet.  He was stretched out on the cot when she entered the doorway. She could still see the outline of his semi hard cock.  She tried to talk but it came out as a throaty whisper, "I bet I know what you're thinking about." He must have had his eyes shut because she was right next to him now. He sat up took off his sunglasses and gave her a crooked smile.  "Oh yeah?? What do you think it was?" he queried. "Topless chics," smiled Susan playfully. "...And then some," he responded quickly then rushed, "What are you doing here? Did Michelle see you come in? What's the deal with Connie?" In a more confident manner, "What do you mean ... and then some?" "Well figure it out, pretend you're a guy and these girls start flashing their tits. I've got a good imagination," he countered. "Wait a minute, I didn't flash you!" she challenged.  "No... You just sat there, but I have a good imagination," he demurred. "Oh, I see where you're going. Me and Connie undressed and touching you, or was it each other?" she asked tentatively. He grinned, "That's a thought." "You like that? Two women you know exposing themselves to you and touching each other? So, were we kissing or caressing or was it more involved? Were we topless or totally naked?"  Susan was on a roll. She could feel herself become more comfortable as she went on. "Did I make her cum while you watched? Did you fuck us? Did you like my shaved pussy or her nicely trimmed one?" She could see the head of his cock stretching the fabric tight. It also gave her a clear view of his balls through the leg of his shorts. She ran her finger nails along his inner thigh and up to the edge of his shorts as she talked. She slid two inside his suit and grazed the area between his balls and his leg.  "Can we get this out?" she asked. "Yeah! But this is weird... Umm, Michelle and I are together," he answered, as if he were asking a question. "Do you think Michelle would have a problem with me looking at your hard cock? She wouldn't mind if I touched it, would she?"  Susan cradled his balls in the palm of her hand. "What about if I kiss it? Can I kiss your cock?"  She wrestled with his cock and pulled it out the leg of his shorts. He moved so one foot was on the floor and the other was on the cot with his dick pointing straight up.  "I really doubt if she would mind if I let you cum on my face or in my mouth. Maybe in my mouth would be better so she wouldn't know. Will you cum in my mouth? Can I suck on your hard cock and jack you into my mouth?"  She had pulled the leg of his shorts so now she could see his balls hanging down and his cock pointing up. "Look at this, what type of fluid is this?" she asked as she rubbed the pre-cum around his dickhead. "This must be an appetizer."  She rubbed some pre-cum on his lips and asked, "Can I taste some, too?" Startled, his eyes opened wide and he licked his lips despite himself.  "If I can lean out that window and talk to Connie, I'll let you pull my bikini bottoms off and..." He looked at Susan in disbelief. She smiled shyly and started tracing the edge of her bikini bottoms with her fingertips. Over the hips, slowing as they reached the tender skin next to her box. On the side opposite of the lifeguard she pulled the fabric away from the skin. He couldn't see, but wanted to.  "That way, I could talk with Connie and tell you when Michelle is coming over here."  He was paralyzed as he watched the fingers move under the fabric of the bikini. Susan had intended to pull it to the side and let it snap back, but now it seemed natural and she gently separated her lips and started making little circles around her clit. She remembered that she wanted him turned on, and reluctantly stopped and let the bikini snap back into place.  She smiled at him and said, "That felt so good. Don't you want to cum?"  He nodded still transfixed. Her fingers were slick and shiny. She asked him if he wanted to cum again.  He nodded. "I want to see you cum, too. If you jack off for me, I'll let you watch as I finger my pussy."  The guard grabbed his cock and then asked her if he could lie down on the cot. Susan moved off and stood next to him. She watched as he adjusted his cock, pulled down his shorts and lay down on the cot. His hand expertly stroked his rigid dick. She moved closer and pulled the bikini bottoms to the side with her left hand. The middle finger of her right hand started low between her wet lips and spread herself apart as her finger traced up to her clit. She watched as white cum squirted over his chest. He milked the final globs out of his dick head and they fell pearly white against his tan stomach. She wanted to rub it into his skin and coax his cock back with her soft wet mouth, but she heard Connie talking with Michelle.  Susan pressed her finger against her clit one more time, she knew it would only take a minute to finish, but she didn't like the idea of an angry girlfriend watching as she got herself off. Finally, she let her bikini go back in place. She leaned over and scooped up a drop of his cum with the fingertips on her right hand. She licked their cum off her index finger and smeared his lips with the rest.  "How do we taste?" she asked as she stepped around Michelle and another female lifeguard while leaving the hut. Connie, take a peek at our boy and then, lets get out of here." "Why, what happened in there? Listen to those girls! What did you do to him?" Connie asked. "I'll tell you about it in the car, but you may want to look now because it's obvious that I turned him on," Susan said while walking away. Connie glanced in and saw the guard's back while Michelle and her friend laughed and pointed. Not seeing anything amazing, Connie caught up with Susan at the car.  "What was I supposed to see?" Susan commanded, "Open the door for me and I'll tell you in the car." Connie climbed in the driver's seat and leaned over to let Susan in the car. "You didn't see anything?" Connie shook her head, "Nothing?" "No! Come on?" Connie stated impatiently. "Check this out. He was jacking himself on the cot. When I walked out he had cum all over his front with his shorts around his knees. Have you ever seen a guy jack himself? And you should have seen how white his cum looked compared to his skin. You were right I feel incredible!" Susan gushed. "You're kidding. Did you touch him?" Connie asked in disbelief. Susan began, "Yeah, I got him started. I wanted to suck him back to hard, but I heard you talking with Michelle. God! I'm still turned on. I'm going to need to change out of this suit. Can I change as we drive it might be a little embarrassing to walk into the house looking like this?" Connie looked, "Oh, no one will notice." "Really, I don't want to be walking around in wet bikini bottoms," Susan explained as she slipped off the bottoms and grabbed her bag from the floor. "Where are my clothes?" "I don't know," Connie acknowledged in an amused tone, "You got the stuff, not me." "Damnit! It's with your stuff and that's in the back seat!!" Susan shouted then more plaintively, "Can you get it?" Reaching back with her right hand Connie groped for her bag. "Susan it's too far on your side you'll have to get it."  Connie started to watch the road again when she saw Susan's naked ass in her rearview mirror. Susan had turned around, with half of her body in the back seat and the other half in front, her knees shoulder width apart.  "Just stay like that and we'll pull up next to someone."  Susan whirled around with her stuff and smiled, "Sorry, I'm just feeling like I can show off." Connie asked, "Did you shave yourself?" "Well I'm not really hairy and it turns Steve on," Susan giggled.  Connie asked again, "Does it turn you on?" "The first time it did, the next ten times it didn't. I had it waxed. It looks better and it's smooth nearly all of the time," Susan stated, factually, as she inadvertently ran her fingertips over her mons.  Connie was having a hard time concentrating. All she could think of was Susan leaning over the back seat, on her knees, legs spread, smooth skin, and a contrasting tan line. Susan had great skin, long muscular legs and Connie had the desire to touch her.  She wondered, "Does waxing make you much smoother?" "I think it does," Susan proffered, "Don't you think it looks smoother?" Connie glanced down at Susan's lap. She still, hadn't put on her shorts. Instinctively she reached over to feel her friend's smooth skin. "Connie," Susan paused, "I'm still turned on. That feels gooood." Her eyes shut. Connie looked at her hand in Susan's lap. Her finger slowly crept over her pubic mound to Susan's sensitive clit. She rubbed the knot with her fingertips. Susan spread her legs more and rolled her pelvis up to add pressure to her clit. Connie wanted to cum. She wanted Susan to touch her the same way.  "Take off your top."  Susan didn't respond. She was now rocking her pelvis up and down against Connie's hand.  Susan pleaded, "I think you're going to make me cum Connie." Connie could feel Susan's lips getting thicker and wetter, she felt Susan's hands pressing on top of hers. It was all she could do to watch the road and steal glances at Susan rocking with an orgasm in the seat beside her.  "How do you feel now?" "Uh... I was really close," Susan said distantly, "God I'm so close. I want that lifeguard. Connie I hope you're not freaked out, your hand was a little too much." "No! I'm... well yeah a little but, I've never done that before. You really have me turned on too. Look at my hand and the car seat. Do you always get that wet? Connie thought about licking her fingertips to see what type of reaction Susan would have. "It's kind of embarrassing. Steve calls me juicy Suzy," Susan replied while sliding on her shorts as they pulled into her driveway. "Are we going out tonight?" "Sure, I don't have anything better to do," joked Connie, letting the moment pass, "What do you want to do?" "I've got something in mind, but right now I need to take mom and dad to the airport. Mom keeps saying she needs to visit Gram and Gramps before they die. Parents say the cutest things. I'll call you in a couple of hours and we can plan on something."  Susan hopped out of the car slammed the door and leaned back in the window. "We're going to have a blast." Connie sat in the car watching Susan go in the house. She felt tight in the chest and her breathing was shallow. She shut her eyes and saw her fingers sliding over Susan's spread pussy. She opened her eyes and backed out of the driveway. On the way to her house she would rub the fabric over her pussy and bring herself close to an orgasm and stop. She was looking forward to going home where she could finish the job and then nap or take a bath until Susan called.  When she got home, her family was having guests from church and since her room was off the kitchen and it was the most accessible bathroom, she remained frustrated. After using her parents shower, she spent the next three hours listening to her parents' friends tell her how wonderful they had heard she was doing in school. Then of course she had the benefit of listening to the stories about their children and when they were in school. At 8:15pm Susan called.  "Hey! What are you doing?" Connie begged, "I'm being bored to death. Help." "Sorry. Here's the deal. I want you to get that loose pleated plaid mini skirt, your black knit top, the tight one, your black pumps, and some of those thigh high sheer black stockings and get over here," Susan said earnestly. "Susan... I think that's exactly how Mom and Dad want me to dress when they're entertaining their friends from church. Oh! Good idea! I'll tell you what, why don't you come over here and we'll look like sluts for these nice church going folks...," Connie said as sardonically as possible. "Hey! No sarcasm. You'll scar me deep down inside. Why don't you use that gray pulpy thing in your head and do what you need to, but get over here!" Susan countered. Thirty minutes later Connie was ringing the doorbell at Susan's house.  Susan answered the door wearing a white cropped top and a pink spandex skirt. "What do you think, would they like me at church? Aside from my jewelry and shoes, I'm only going to wear this. My brother always kids about wanting to date chics with "easy access." I don't think it will get much easier than this? Unless, I'm naked." Connie walked in and inhaled Susan's perfume, she asked, "No bra?" Susan replied by lifting the front of her shirt. "Panties?" Connie looked with an arched eyebrow. "Watch this! I've been practicing in front of the mirror."  Susan sat down on the edge of a bench in the hallway, crossed her legs and then recrossed them, with enough time for Connie to see her naked pussy. "Call me Sharon, Sharon Stone. Come on let's get you ready."  She dragged Connie through the hallway to her room. "Put your stuff on Connie. Hurry up." Susan sat down on the bed and studied Connie as she undressed. Connie faced her and pulled her t-shirt off and then slid her jeans off. Standing in front of Susan in her panties and bra she asked, "Can you help me with this?" "No! Pretend like I'm Mr. Lifeguard and you're undressing for me. Keep me interested. He said he had envisioned us getting naked with him," Susan leered.  Connie reached up and removed her bra. She locked her eyes onto Susan's and delicately touched her body. "I want to see it," Susan said breathlessly. Connie responded by stepping forward so there were only inches between them. She slowly pulled the fabric away exposing her pubic hair and her snatch. While holding the material to the side she slid her middle finger through her wetness.  "Susan, do you want to see me cum?" Susan nodded and added, but not here. "I want both of us to cum in a public place. Lie down on the bed and I'll take off your panties."  Connie knelt down on the floor with her head and arms on the bed. Susan stepped behind her and took ahold of her panties. Slowly, she inched them down to her knees. Connie felt Susan's hand stroking the back of her thighs. She adjusted herself so that Susan could slide her panties the rest of the way off. Kneeling with her knees about shoulder width apart, she hoped Susan would forget her plans and touch her now.  Susan ran a hot finger between her buns brushing her puckered sphincter and continuing on to her open pussy. After teasing her for awhile she told Connie to lie on her back on the bed and she would put on the hose for her. Connie rolled over and lifted a leg. Susan slid the open end of the stocking over her toes, calf, and then finally her thigh. Susan's touch was like fire. Her hands continued to travel down to Connie's pussy. She pushed her legs wider and lowered her head between Connie's legs. Connie closed her eyes. She felt Susan slip her fingers inside, Susan's hair falling on her thighs and stomach, and her hot mouth as it sucked the bud of her clit.  Susan looked up and smiled. "I like the way you taste. Let's hurry so we can cum sooner."  Connie felt dizzy. She wanted Susan to undress and explore her body, but Susan already had plans and Connie could tell she was possessed. Connie started rubbing her pussy as she watched Susan. "No! Not yet. I want you to do that in a public place. Get dressed we'll take dad's Xk8 top down of course.  Eventually, Susan nagged Connie into getting dressed. Susan raced down the hall towards the garage. "Just carry your shoes you can put them on in the car," she called back. Once out of the driveway, Susan turned to Connie, "O.K. we're in public you can do anything you want now."  Connie felt self-conscious. It was a real role reversal for her to be the follower. They pulled up to a stop sign and Susan put the parking brake on. No one else was at the intersection and she arched her back and caught the waist of her skirt with her thumbs and slid it down over her feet. She grinned at Connie, released the brake and popped the car into gear. About a mile later they pulled up even with some guys in a pick up at a stoplight.  Susan hissed, "Connie take off your skirt. Let 'em see."  As the light turned green she honked and revved the engine smiling innocently at the boys. She hit the gas and raced down the road.  A couple of minutes later, they were in the parking lot of a local mall. Not many people were around but it was busy. Susan waited for a moment and then scooped up her skirt and opened the car door. The cool air felt good and she put her hand in between her legs feeling herself before she jumped into her skirt.  "Some boys are going to be very lucky tonight." Connie watched with rapt attention. She opened the door and stepped out of the car. She hadn't taken off her skirt; she had only bunched it up around her waist. She was still feeling dizzy as Susan came up behind her and ran her hands under her skirt. She found Connie's wet box and started a gentle massage and kissed Connie's ear. Connie turned and pressed her body against Susan's. They kissed and ran their hands over each other's bodies. Susan stepped back and suggested they go in to the mall. There were only thirty minutes left before the mall would close. Upon entering, they walked into a bookstore, which was fairly empty. Susan went into the back and sat down in an aisle. She pulled the front of her skirt up and looked down at her engorged sex.  Connie came back and said, "Do you want to document this?" "What do you mean?" Susan asked. "I brought my camera and I think the cashier might be able to help us out if we ask nicely," Connie whispered, "Actually, I already asked and he said he would. See that guy by the magazine rack? I told the cashier he's your boyfriend and we wanted to surprise him. I asked him to take a picture of us when we give him a sign." A mischievous smile crept across Susan's face. She leaned toward Connie and stated, "You're the Devil. You're making me bad."  They approached the boy, Connie nodded to the cashier, and Susan pulled up the front of her skirt. Connie pulled her top down, heard the camera click, and felt the air as the magazine dropped to the floor. They turned quickly, grabbed the camera and headed down the mall. They went up a level and ducked into a leather/furrier boutique. It was a posh business for affluent clientele. As they entered, Connie saw a pair of high-heeled thigh high black leather boots. The clerk hadn't seen them come in and was busy locking up the store. Connie asked him if they had a pair in a size seven. He was startled and apologized for not seeing them and retreated to the back room to find her boots.  "I think we intimidate him," Connie claimed. Susan looked thoughtful for a moment, "Yeah he's intimidated. Let's make this interesting for him. Let's try on some other clothes along with those boots... and I've got an idea. I'd like to tell him that you're my slave, and you'll do anything I tell you to, but when I tell you to you will act reluctant and shy."  Connie had to think about this. She was normally the leader and she wanted the role. Thoughtfully, Connie countered, "I like your idea, but I want to be your master." "O.K. but surprise me," Susan suggested. The clerk came back in the showroom with the boots in a box. He asked Connie if she wanted him to help put them on. "No thanks, they're not for me. They're for my friend Susan. You do wear a size seven?" Susan nodded.  She would also like to try on some long leather gloves that match the boots, and can she try on this fur? The clerk ushered them toward the back of the showroom and got the key to retrieve the coat. When he returned Connie took the items from him and stated to Susan, "These will look great together but you have to do something about what you're wearing now."  They headed off to the dressing room. It was no larger than a small closet with a door that was about a foot off the ground and came up to about six feet. Susan went in and shut the door. Connie reminded her to do something with what she was wearing, and then folded the coat and the gloves over the top. She called the clerk over and apologized about keeping him late. She saw Susan's top being pulled off over the top of the door and dropped to the floor. She watched as Susan slid her skirt down onto the floor and stepped out. She knew Susan was completely naked and the thought made her squirm.  Connie walked around a coat rack placing it between herself and the clerk with an angle that would allow her to see when Susan walked out. She took a leather jacket off the rack and inhaled deeply. Susan now must have put on the gloves and was pulling the coat inside. Connie slipped into the jacket and impulsively undid the button at the back of the skirt. She fumbled with the zipper and then let the loose material fall to the floor.  She glanced at the clerk. He was watching the dressing room door intently and hadn't noticed anything. Susan came out of the room, her coat was fully buttoned but Connie could easily see her breast because the low cut in front. She headed toward Connie, but was ordered to see how she liked it and wander in the mall for a while. The clerk had also seen Susan's breast and was trying to catch up to get a better view. Connie slid off her jacket and pulled off her top as Susan and the clerk entered the mall. She could feel herself quiver with excitement as she put on the leather jacket again. As she bravely walked toward the mall entrance, she asked Susan if she was hot.  "Would you like to unbutton the coat?" Susan had stepped out where she could see all of the way up one wing and down the other. She stopped and turned around to face the clerk. She answered in trembling voice, "Not here Connie."  Susan stood with her face turned down. Her voice was trembling. Although excited the tremor could easily be interpreted as fear. As Susan answered she caught a glimpse of Connie walking towards another clothing rack. Her jacket was open and one hand was probing her pussy. She knew Connie didn't want the clerk to see her yet and she acted the ashamed girl perfectly. She was so focused, tears actually started coming out of her eyes.  Susan heard Connie say, "You must be hot, and I'm hot just standing here. Undo your coat."  Susan started with the bottom button and slowly worked her way up without actually giving the clerk any more to see. Unbeknownst to the clerk, Connie was now seated on the chairs in plain view of anyone who would have looked her way. She had one leg over the armrest with both hands working on her spread pussy. She was reaching around from behind with one hand inserting two fingers while the other hand played with her clit. Susan had never seen such a display before and she wished she was Connie.  Connie gushed, "Take it off, I want to see you."  Susan reached up to her shoulders and let the coat drop to the floor. The clerk was frozen. He was staring at a woman wearing only boots and gloves standing in the middle of the mall. He glanced around to see if anyone else was viewing this incredible sight. Susan took long steps as she approached Connie. She could feel her juice sliding on her swollen lips. This is what she had been waiting for all day. Connie had closed her eyes and was beginning to cum. Susan knelt in front of Connie and pushed the heel of her hand up against Connie's open slit moving Connie's fingers away from her clit.  She looked at Connie's eyes as the pressure of her hand passed over her clit and asked, "I'm going to eat your pussy?"  "Yesss, Susan you are. Eat my pussy. Taste me. Put your fingers inside me. I've wanted this all day since I touched you in the car."  Susan's fingers found the slippery hole and she sank in three. Her pinky was rubbing Connie's other hole and she withdrew for a moment covered it with Connie's cum and slid all of her fingers into her. Susan's dainty little pinky was tantalizing Connie's ass. She leaned forward and sucked hard on Connie's clit. Her mind was racing. I'm eating my best friend's pussy and I'm more turned on than I've ever been. Connie came on Susan's face.  "I feel unbelievable. I'm going to make you cum," Connie stated as she jumped up and grabbed the fur coat from the clerk. I want you to fuck her while I suck on her clit."  Susan smiled as he undid his pants. Connie spread the coat on the floor and lay on her back. "Straddle my face I want to taste you."  Susan did as she was told and felt Connie's warm tongue spread her lips from her clit to her butt hole. Susan lay down so her head was above her friend's ripe bud. The clerk was kneeling behind Susan and Connie told him she would guide him in. As he hunched over Susan's body Connie rubbed his purple head in Susan's wet slit.  "Put it in me, Connie. I just want to be fucked, good," urged Susan. Connie was licking his shaft and Susan's box as he pounded into an orgasm.  "Dammit, I'm not ready yet! You son of a bitch!" moaned Susan.  He pulled out with a pop and watched the two attend their carnal needs. "Hey! I'll fuck you," a voice croaked, "You said I was your boyfriend." "I didn't, she did but it's what I need," Susan surmised.  He got in place and started sliding his cock against her quim. "You are so wet." he said as he slid into her as deep as he could. When he started for the second stroke, Connie aimed it at Susan's sphincter.  "Uh-my-ass. Ohhhh this is how I wanted to feel," Susan whispered. "Let's change positions. You're going too fast. Sit in the chair, no sit on that display stand."  He pulled out what he had sunk into her, stood up, and leaned against a display pedestal. He begged, "Come on baby bring that sweet ass over here."  Susan stood up and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She was sweating and open. The boots and the gloves accentuated her breasts and smooth mound. Connie seemed to be asleep on the fur. Susan backed up against the first cock to penetrate her ass.  He explained, "I'm going to put it in your pussy to get it wet again."  Connie rolled over onto all fours and said, "Let me help."  She knelt down in front of Susan and guided it into her swollen pussy. Licking Susan's clit she smiled up at her and said, "You're bad! Look at yourself in the mirror. You've got a guy you've never met fucking you, your best friend naked on her knees eating your pussy and you want more."  "Connie, it turns me on when you talk dirty like that," then more urgently to no one in particular, "Put that cock in my ass!"  "I'm going to have our friend take pictures of you getting yourself fucked by us," Connie stated and then more thoughtfully, "You know what you would really like Susan?" Susan grunted in response adjusting the new sensation filling her ass. "Look at yourself in that mirror," demanded Connie, "You're depraved. You slut."  Breathlessly Susan answered, "Connie... you're a slut too." "I want to see both of these guys fuck you!" Connie declared absently stroking her pussy.  The clerk stepped forward he wanted to fuck her again. Connie stopped him. "Fuck me! I'll cum in a minute and then you can fuck her."  Connie bent over facing Susan and helped the clerk enter her. She pressed her body up against Susan's and reached around to feel the cock pushing deeper into Susan's ass. She came again and had the clerk pull out.  Connie had Susan lean back so the clerk could get the best access. She guided his cockhead over her clit several times and then lowered it to go into her ripe pussy. Susan gasped and he slid all of the way in. She started to cum. It had been building since that afternoon and she had allowed herself to get close and stop, but now she was going to cum and cum hard. Connie came up beside her and ran her hands over Susan's breasts. Then slid them between the three people so she could feel the two wet rigid cocks pumping in and out of her friend.  "Susan, I can feel their cocks as they fill you up. Two cocks inside of you."  Susan closed her eyes and felt the three bodies pressing against hers. As Connie spoke it was amplifying each little movement of the two cocks. Pleasure, it was almost an itch starting at the tips of her fingers and toes and spreading throughout her whole body with the center being driven by these two stranger's cocks pumping in unison.  "You don't know either one of these guys. Strange cocks spreading you apart like they own you, and you don't know them. You best friend sucked on your pussy and put a cock in your ass. I ate you out and want to do it again. But here's the best part. You're being fucked by two total strangers and your girlfriend in a public place. Look at us in the mirror we're all fucking you and it feels so good."  Connie's words tripped the orgasm. Susan felt like she had fallen through the floor. No ground, nothing solid. She heard the stranger behind her grunt and thrust hard, she watched his face in the mirror. It was all in slow motion. The clerk pulled out and cum shot out of his dick onto her breasts and stomach. The smell was suddenly overwhelming. Sex. It begged for sleep. Connie licked the cum off of Susan's body and nuzzled her snatch.  Standing, Connie kissed Susan's open mouth and the sex smell became taste. Warm inviting sleep. She felt the stranger behind her pull his cock out of her. Release. She felt drunk. She didn't know if she could stand. The clerk was sitting Indian style on the fur. She wondered how much it cost. She looked at the mirror. She thought she looked like athletes at the end of a marathon. Connie was getting her stuff together and the guys were just staring. Their dicks hanging like old helium balloons that have leaked out nearly all of the gas. Connie was now telling them to help her get Susan out to the car. She had put on her skirt, but was still wearing the jacket. The clerk said to bring the car around to the back exit and Connie left for it. The strangers didn't have anything to say. What could they say? Susan collapsed in a chair and looked at her nakedness in the mirror. She could feel the soreness coming on. She thought about how later that week maybe tomorrow she would come back by here during the day. I was fucked by two strangers and my best girlfriend. She grinned a tired grin at herself and barely noticed as the guys picked her up and carried her out to the car. Aren't you going to dress me, take the boots? I guess not. She slept in the car on the ride back. Nothing on except her boots and gloves. They stumbled up the stairs to Susan's bedroom and crashed for the night. The smell of sex gently guiding them to rest.

Naked Night by RWS Chapter Eleven Rebecca’s heart leapt into her throat. She was outside in a very public place, miles from home, with no way to get back. And, oh yeah, she was completely naked. Her new friend, Jules, wasn’t in much better shape, wearing only her bra and panties. Sure, those covered her most vital parts, but she wasn’t exactly dressed enough to be in public. “What are we going to do?” Rebecca asked, pleading, hoping the pretty blonde had an idea. “Those people inside the restaurant are going to give up trying to get through that door pretty darn quick. They’ll soon realize they can get out on the other side of the building. We better make a run for it.” Rebecca looked around. The nearest building across the parking lot was one of The Big chain drug stores, DWT. It was closed, but going around the back would at least offer them cover. She pointed to it. “Over there!” With her hands clasped tightly over her jiggling boobs, she took off, trying not to think about what her big ass and stomach would look like to anyone who saw her. Jules, being taller and in much better shape, could have easily ran ahead. Instead, she stayed right at Rebecca’s side. Both were winded by the time they reached the relative safety of the backside of the building. “Thanks,” Rebecca said, her breasts heaving. “For what?” “For saving me back there. For staying with me.” Her eyes teared. “I don’t know what I would have done if ...” “Hey,” Jules said. “None of that. We’re fine. You’re fine. We’ll get out of this somehow.” “Do you think Carly will come back for us?” “I don’t think we can count on that.” “Aren’t you two friends?” Rebecca asked. “Not really. She’s my boyfriend’s sister, and she’s never really liked me. He’s out of town, and I was trying to do some bonding with the person I hope will become my sister in law in the future, you know?” Ouch. Yeah, they really couldn’t count on Carly to come back. Rebecca felt like she was going to throw up. This was really happening. She was one hundred percent butt naked and stuck miles from home. So many bad things could happen to her. “Hey, calm down,” Jules said. “We'll get through this, I swear. A few months from now, it’ll be just a cool story to tell your friends in college.” “How can you say that?” “Because this town is tiny and very safe. And very accepting. I work at the theater with John – that’s my boyfriend – and, several months ago, one of his friends brought his girlfriend in to watch a movie completely naked. It was so freaking hot!” Rebecca's jaw dropped. People actually did stuff like that? “After they left, John and I tried watched the same flick with me like that ... just wow. Some of the best sex we’d had to that point.” “Hey!” came a shout from far away. “Let’s look behind the drugstore!” “Crap!” Rebecca said. “We’ve got to do something!” “Look. There’s a car parked back here. The store hasn’t been closed long. Maybe there’s someone still there?” Rebecca tensed. If so, that was someone else that would see her naked. If there was any chance of her escaping the crowd from before, though … “Fine,” she said. “Let’s knock on the back door.” Jules was already halfway to the door before the words had dissipated in the air. Worried that they hadn’t been able to think of a better plan, Rebecca followed. As the shouts beyond the building grew louder, Jules rapped hard on the door. Nothing happened. She knocked again. And again. They waited for what seemed like forever with no response. “We need to run,” Rebecca said. “Those people from the restaurant have to be close.” “Just a second. I thought I heard something inside.” Jules was right because the door cracked open. Rebecca let out an “eek” and flattened herself against the building out of view. “We’re closed,” a guy’s voice said. “My friend and I need help,” Jules said. “We’re kind of experiencing a lack of adequate clothing situation.” The door opened wider. “What do you want from me? I can’t give you anything from the store or even sell you anything.” “Just let us in so we can hide,” Jules said. “Some people are after us.” “Let me see your friend.” Jules motioned to Rebecca, who shook her head. Jules motioned more emphatically. Rebecca felt like she was near tears again. They had to get inside that building, and, to do that, she was going to have to let someone else know that she was running around completely naked. Yet another guy was going to see her covered only by her arms. Suppressing a whimper and with her hands clenched tightly to her body, Rebecca stepped in front of the door. “You weren’t lying,” the guy said, “definitely suffering from a lack of clothing.” “So?” Jules asked. “We don’t have a lot of time.” “Hmm,” the guy said. “What do I get out of it?” Jules narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me?” “Not that!” the guy said quickly. “I promise I won’t touch you or your friend, but I could get fired if my boss finds out I let any non-employee into the building after hours. I know it isn’t much, but I need this job. Why should I take the risk?” “What do you want?” Jules asked. “I’ll hide you inside for as long as it takes for whoever is chasing you to go away,” he said. That sounded good to Rebecca. She was so scared and tense. Safety, even for a little while, would be so wonderful. Maybe she could even find a private spot to finish what she’d started inside the restaurant. That sounded really good to her. “Again,” Jules said, “what do you want in return?” “Your underwear,” he said, “and the promise that both of you won’t cover up at all.” Voices sounded from just the other side of the building, so close that any attempt at running away was sure to be a failure. There was no place to hide. If they didn’t hurry, the crowd would catch them. “Come on!” someone shouted. “Run faster!” Rebecca really wanted to cry. The choice was either to let this one perv get all the show he wanted inside a building where who knew what could happen or to be again subjected to the demands of the audience who was so intent on her complete humiliation. Chapter Twelve Rebecca froze. The situation was too overwhelming for her. There was no way should could make a decision. Jules reached around her back and unlatched the bra. She quickly shrugged it off her shoulders and slipped off her panties and then held them out to the guy. “Deal.” Rebecca looked at Jules like she was crazy. Who would just strip willingly like that? Why would she do that? “Nice. Very nice,” the guy said. “Now I just need your friend to drop her hands.” “You can’t be serious,” Rebecca said. The voices grew louder. They had to be just the other side of the building by now. “C'mon, I'm naked,” Jules said. Yeah and whose fault was that? But Jules was trying to get them out of this situation, and being inside out of sight of everyone but this one guy was better than the crowd seeing them again. “Fine.” Rebecca dropped her hands, revealing her large breasts and glistening slit to the guy. “Come on in.” The guy stepped aside. First Jules and then Rebecca rushed in the back of the store. He hurriedly closed the door behind them, and they all waited silently for a few minutes, dreading a knock that would indicate the crowd knew where they were. Instead, the voices got louder – closer – before fading. Rebecca let out a long, slow breath. Finally, something had gone her way. They’d escaped the crowd. She looked around. They were in the back of a large storage area, holding boxes and pallets of all kinds. “I’m Steven,” the guy said. “As long as you stay right here, you can hide out as long as you want or until I leave in a couple of hours. If you decide to go before then, yell for me, and I’ll come back to unlock the door, okay?” Jules nodded, and Steven turned to go about his business, apparently uncaring that there were two completely naked girls present. “What do you make of him?” Rebecca asked. “He’s a little weird, but I know his family. He’s harmless.” That didn’t make Rebecca feel any better. They lived in a small town. Even if she didn’t happen to know any of the people she’d seen so far tonight, it was an absolute certainty that friends of hers did know them. It wouldn’t take much for everyone to find out that the streaker at The Big Burger Bun was her. The thought of everyone looking at the videos those people had taken made her nervous as hell. The thought that people might watch it knowing it was her made her shudder, which reminded her vividly of exactly how close she’d come to orgasm such a short time ago. “I need the restroom,” she said. “I think I see one right over there,” Jules said with a smirk. Rebecca hated that the pretty blonde knew exactly what she needed the restroom for but that wasn’t enough to stop her from doing it anyway. Her need was too great. She rushed over to the room and closed and locked the door behind her. After doing her business –she hadn’t been one hundred percent fibbing – she took a moment to reflect on all that had happened to her tonight. So many people had seen her completely naked – her tits, her shaved mound, her ass, everything. The people in the restaurant had really seen everything. The way they’d referred to her, the comments they’d made – it was so humiliating. God! She was getting so hot just thinking about it. Her fingers found her hot clit. She moaned at her first tentative rubs. It wasn’t going to take long. When she could be sure she had complete privacy like when both her parents and her brother weren’t in the house, she occasionally masturbated and, in general, liked the feel of it. Never before had she felt such need, though. It was like she’d magnetized her pussy while performing for those people. Her fingers were drawn inexorably toward it, and she was pretty sure that attraction wouldn’t go away until she achieved release. She gasped as her fingers found her hole. In and out. In and out. In and out. Pumping those fingers gave her such massive pleasure. It was all she could do to stifle her moans. She was pretty sure that, by the time she came, she wasn’t going to be able to choke her screams down enough to avoid being heard, but she was beyond caring. At that moment, she would have traded her ability to wear any clothes at all for the rest of her life for that one massive orgasm that was building in her. Boom! Someone knocked on the door. Boom! “Get out of there!” Steven yelled. “I told you to stay put!” “Just a minute,” Rebecca called back breathlessly. “I’m almost done.” She thrust her fingers frantically inside her, trying to force herself to finish quickly. Boom! Boom! Boom! God! The guy wasn’t going to relent, and it was distracting her from what she needed so badly. “Get out here now or I’m calling the police!” he shouted He sounded serious. Really serious. “Fine! Just a second!” With the greatest of reluctance, I abandoned my attempts to get myself off. After the quickest wipe up and handwashing in my history, I pulled the door open. His phone was to his ear. When he saw me, he quickly hit the red “End” button. “What were you doing? I told you to stay put?” “I had to use the facilities,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d mind.” “See those?” He pointed to two different locations. At each one was a small glass globe sticking out of the ceiling. “Video cameras. The one on the back door doesn’t work, but, since you moved, you’re on tape.” Oh God! No! I’d done nothing to hide my face. He’d make copies. It would get out. My life would be totally ruined. “Please erase it. Please. I’ll do anything.” She looked over at Jules. “We’ll do anything.” Chapter Thirteen Rebecca had never been so scared in her life. She and her new acquaintance, Jules, were both completely naked in the back storeroom of a DWT Drugstore and the weird guy, Steven, who had allowed her to hide there, had just told her that he now had her nude body on tape. She’d also never been more aroused in her life. Twice tonight she’d fingered herself so very close to cumming, and, both times, she’d been interrupted before she could finish. With the shock of finding out that her naked body and face had been captured on video, some of that feeling had gone away, but not nearly all of it. “You’ll do anything to get that erased?” he asked. “Can you do it?” Jules called, not moving from her safe spot by the door. She, at least, wouldn’t be on camera. “I can, but it’ll be a pain in the butt.” His phone rang, and he took it out of his pocket and ended the call without even looking at it, too intent at staring at all the naked flesh on display. “I don’t mean anything anything,” Rebecca said. He held his hands up. “We agreed on no touching. I’ll still good with that.” She let out a relieved breath. “Did you … Did you have something in mind?” “There are a couple of things that I’d like a lot. Hold up a second.” He spun and hustled off toward the front of the storeroom. Rebecca decided she’d be better off getting out of the camera’s view. She went over to stand by Jules. Steven returned a moment later with several items in concealed in the closed palm of his hand. “I have to admit that your offer intrigues me,” he said. “There’s some stuff I’ve seen on the internet but never dreamed I’d get the opportunity to see in person. If you’d … Well, we’d definitely be even. I’d even be willing to throw in a ride when my shift is over as long as you’re not going too far out of my way.” God! None of that first part sounded promising. Rebecca didn’t even want to know what perverted things he had in mind. Jules sighed. “What exactly are these … things … that you’re into?” He opened his fist and revealed two zip ties and a small white plastic cylinder. Rebecca had no idea either what the ties were for or what the cylinder was. “No way I’m letting you tie us up,” Jules said. “It’s too dangerous. You could do anything to us.” “It’s just to secure your hands behind your back,” he said. “Your legs will be totally free, and you won’t be tied to anything.” Rebecca shivered. He wanted to zip tie her hands behind her back? Why? “Not going to happen,” Jules said. “Just no.” He shrugged. “Well, I guess I’ll always have the video, then.” Rebecca’s eyes widened. “Jules, please. There’s got to be a way. Please!” “Do you understand how vulnerable we’d be if he decided to do anything creepy?” “I’ve worked here for forever,” he said. “I’m pretty identifiable. If I did anything wrong, you could go to the cops. Believe me, I have no desire to go to jail.” “Unless you’re a serial killer and decided to just get rid of us!” “You could take a picture of my license with my phone and text it to someone,” he said. “As soon as it goes through, there’s no way I could do anything to you and escape being identified.” “What do you think?” Rebecca asked. “That sounds like a good plan, right?” Jules sighed again. “I guess I could text my boyfriend the picture of your ID and tell him you’re giving me and a friend a ride or something. I still don’t like this, though, and you haven’t told us what you want us to do with the vibe.” Vibe? Vibrator? Oh God! “Right before I do up her hands, she puts it up her … you know.” He gestured toward Rebecca. “I just want to watch.” Jules smirked. “Well, miss doesn’t want to be a video star, what do you say to that?” If there was one thing that Rebecca had absolutely no desire to do, it was cum in front of anyone, much less a creep and a girl she barely knew. She did, however, very much want to cum. She’d been so, so close before. And, back in the restaurant, she’d fingered herself in front of a crowd. She told herself this wasn’t any different. “If it gets him to erase the tape and give us a ride, fine.” Steven grinned like it was his birthday and Christmas all rolled up into one. He and Jules got the texting thing out of the way, and he secured her hands behind her. Then, he handed the vibe to Rebecca, telling her to twist the flat end to turn it on. Rebecca could not believe what she was about to do. Before this awful night started, no one had ever even seen her boobs. Now, she was about to let herself be tied up while a vibrator made her have an orgasm, all while two people watched. She couldn’t think of anything more humiliating, but she had no choice. Acutely aware of both sets of eyes on her, she switched the device on and nearly dropped it as it started buzzing in her hand. Trying hard not to look at the people staring at her, she reached down and used the fingers of her opposite hand to spread herself open. She was so wet that the vibe slid right on up inside her without any problems. “Hands behind your back, please,” Steven said gleefully and closed the zip tie tightly around both her wrists, securing them together. It was the strangest situation she’d ever been in. Even if she wanted to cover herself, she physically couldn’t. She was so vulnerable, almost helpless, and, deep inside her, the vibe was working furiously. Sensations built fast. The only saving grace in the whole thing was that it would all be over with soon. She’d cum. He’d untie them. And they’d wait around until time for him to get off work. Rebecca closed her eyes, imagining that she was alone in her room in complete privacy anticipating The Biggest and best orgasm of her entire life. Bam! Bam! Bam! Loud banging came from the front of the building. Her eyes popped open, the pressure steadily building inside her pushed way down her list of priorities. Without a word, Steven hustled toward the noise. A second later, he returned, breathless from his short sprint. “It’s the … It’s the … police!” Chapter Fourteen Rebecca’s heart thudded in her chest. Each beat felt like a sledgehammer assaulting her insides. There was only one explanation she could think of for the police knocking on the drugstore’s door. She’d streaked the restaurant and the parking lot. Going naked was against the law. Someone had called the cops. She was going to jail! “Hide me, please!” she cried. “I’ll do anything. Literally anything.” This time, she meant it, too. If her first time having sex had to be with this guy, it would be worth it if it kept her out of jail. “You have to get out of here!” Steven said. “What? No!” Rebecca said. “Please don’t. I don’t want to be arrested.” “They’re not here for you two.” He pulled out his phone. “When you wouldn’t come out of the restroom, I called 911. I hung up immediately, but it was too late. And I didn’t answer when they tried to call back; I didn’t realize who it was. They’re here to see why I called.” “You’re going to turn us in?” Jules said. “I swear I will get you fired, man!” “No! Of course not,” he said. “I’ll tell them it was a butt dial. It happened to coworker one night. It’ll be totally cool, but they’re going to want to take a look around.” Jules narrowed her eyes. “You promised us a ride!” “We don’t have time for this! If I don’t go open that front door soon, they’ll bust it down. Then I’ll really be in trouble. We all will.” “We’ll hide by your car,” Jules said. “You can let us back in when they leave.” He put both his hands to his head and literally pulled on his hair. “They’ll probably want to check outside, too. You’ve got to get away from here.” “No way, man,” Jules said. “You promised.” “Look, get to the back of the shopping center,” he said. “There’s a dumpster. Go down the hill right behind that. You’ll be completely hidden from view. I get off in an hour and a half. I’ll pick you up there.” As Jules and Steven had been arguing, the vibrator was working its magic in Rebecca’s pussy. She was barely even able to concentrate on what they were saying. At that moment, she didn’t care about getting a ride home. She didn’t care about not getting arrested. All she cared about was the massive orgasm that was building in her. He opened the back door and peeked out. “Coast is clear.” God! Rebecca hadn’t even thought about the people from the restaurant. They could still be out there. Being caught by them was better than being caught by the police, though. She needed to run. Soon. She just needed to take care of one little thing first. She was so close. “J-Just a … J-ust a m-minute,” she said. “You don’t have a minute.” Steven grabbed her arm and tugged. She was so, so very close, so close in fact that she could barely think coherently. When he pulled, she struggled to her feet despite her tremendous need to finish. “Go!” he yelled. “Wait!” Jules said. “Untie us.” He patted down his pants pocket. “I don’t have the box cutter.” “Go get it, then!” Jules yelled. “It’ll take too long to find.” “I don’t care!” “You should,” Steven said. “If the cops bust in here and find you, both of you are going to be arrested, and I’ll be fired. Is that what you want?” Jules shook her head. “I’m serious,” he said. “You have to leave. Now.” “Fine,” she said with a huff. “But, if you don’t meet us and give us a ride, I swear to God that my boyfriend will find you and mess you up. I swear it!” “I’ll be there. I promise. Now go!” Rebecca had taken the time that they argued to find a position where the vibe was working really well. She felt the pressure building to a climax. Almost there … Almost there … Almost there … Something pushed at her from behind. Her legs moved. Jules was already outside. Rebecca was heading that direction. Her feet found the rough concrete. The door slammed behind her. She was out in the open night air again, still completely naked. Worse, her hands were now securely bound behind her back, as were her equally naked companion’s. Policemen or the crowd from the restaurant could come around the building’s corner and spot them at any time. They wouldn’t be able to hide their faces or any other part of themselves. As if all that wasn’t bad enough, she noticed something truly, truly horrible. “No!” she yelled. “What?” Jules asked. “What’s wrong?” “The vibrator. It fell out. Inside the store.” Chapter Fifteen Rebecca banged her head against the door, hoping against hope that Steven would relent and let her back inside. She wanted that vibrator. She needed that vibrator. She was even willing to let him do the insertion. “Stop that!” Jules yelled. “Please. I need it.” “Girl, if you don’t stop that this instant, I’m running off without you. I’m not getting arrested because you’re too horny to think straight.” Rebecca banged her head again, and, true to her word, Jules took off running, her small breasts and ass jiggling with each step. Rebecca had never been attracted to a girl before, but, in her current state of heightened arousal, everything seemed to make her hornier. In fact, the only thing that she didn’t find exciting was the prospect of being left alone. Being naked outside and not knowing how she was going to get home considering how many miles away she was and having her hands bound behind her was bad enough. To be in that situation without Jules seemed like such a worse thing. It was such a bad thought that Rebecca finally stopped pounding on the door and took off after the other naked girl. The strip mall – She couldn’t help but grimace at that term. She and Jules were lending a whole new meaning to the strip part. – consisted mainly of a long row of stores set back quite some distance from the main road. Four businesses were spread out along the front with the drugstore anchoring one end. It was a long, long way between it and the stores further back – probably a hundred yards or more of completely open parking lot, all visible from all the other stores and the main road. The entire parking area was lit, if dimly, by fluorescent lights. Jules crouched down at the front of Steven’s car, the last bit of cover they’d have for that long, long distance. Rebecca, already winded from the short jog, sank down to her knees right beside the other girl. “Are we really going to go all that way out in the open?” She didn’t even want to think about the view anyone watching would be getting – her massive breasts undulating wildly, her ass jogging up and down, her flab shaking every which way. “I don’t think we have any other choice,” Jules said. That was exactly the thinking that had taken Rebecca from relaxing under the shower in her parents’ house to running around the parking lot of a strip mall completely butt naked with her hands bound behind her. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t think of another option. The police or the crowd from the restaurant could discover them at any minute. Ahead lay a very dangerous journey but, at the end, was, hopefully, safety. All they had to do was make it across a large expanse. Once they reached the building, the shadows would conceal them as they made their way to the back, and, once there, they could hide out of sight until their ride got there. If, you know, Steven actually did as he’d promised and showed up. She shuddered at the thought. If he didn’t, she … and Jules … were pretty much screwed. All they could do was hope he followed through on his word. Rebecca looked back and forth. As far as she could tell, there was no one around. Even traffic on the main road was dying down as time ticked further into the night. “I guess we should go, then,” she said, even though she really, really didn’t want to move. “I guess so.” Neither girl moved, though. Instead, they just crouched there, listening. “Let’s go, then,” Jules said. Rebecca didn’t respond, and, again, neither girl took so much as a step forward. “I’m really going this time,” Jules said. “Uh huh.” Jules took a deep breath, keeping her profile bent and low, crept forward. Rebecca’s eyes were drawn to the other girl’s retreating backside. Even though the light was dim, she could see simply everything. God! How many people had views almost exactly like that, though with her legs spread wider and the area better lit, on video? A surge of arousal shot through her. She would have given just about anything for an orgasm. Her hands strained against the zip tie, trying to get her fingers into a position where they would do her some good. It was no use, though. She simply couldn’t reach. She chastised herself. There was no time for that now, anyway. Her priorities were to get out of sight and then to get home, not to get off. As she’d been trying to reach her private parts and staring at the view of the same area on her pretty companion, Jules had been getting further and further away. Crouching, Rebecca hurried to catch up. The grass of the median separating the drugstore’s area from the larger parking lot tickled her feet as she ran. When she stepped off the curb onto the pavement, a rock stung her foot. When she took a step, another one did the same. “Ouch!” The area around the DWT had been much smoother with no debris. They probably had it swept or something on a regular basis. Apparently, the strip mall didn’t. Jules looked back. “Don’t go barefoot much, huh?” “No. Bare back, bare breasts, nor bare anything else, either.” Jules laughed. “At least you’re keeping a sense of humor about it. Be careful. I think there’s glass over there.” She pointed to the right. Great. Just great. If there was a little glass, there was probably more. Slicing open her foot would be just the perfect completion to her night. Jules slowed down to accommodate the slower pace and kept a beeline to the edge of the store at the closest end of the mall. Rebecca trudged after her, wincing each time the bottom of one of her feet touched the rough concrete. Suddenly, as they reached about the three quarter mark on their way across the wide open space, twin beams of light swept across the parking lot. Headlights. The glare highlighted Jules first. The pale flesh of her ass glowed, standing out from the rest of her tanned skin. Then the light passed over Rebecca. She winced at what she must have looked like. Since all her flesh was white, she must have stood out like a glow stick in a dark cave. She glanced back. The lights came from the police car, which was pulling around back of the drugstore. As she watched, horrified, the vehicle sped up, its tires squealing. “Jules!” she yelled. “The cops. They’ve spotted us!” Chapter Sixteen Rebecca froze. She was naked outside in full public view with her hands bound behind her back. A police car had spotted her and her companion and was surely heading toward her. They’d be arrested. Thrown into jail. Booking photos would be taken of their naked bodies. Blurred versions would be sent to the local paper. They’d be laughing stocks. Her conservative parents would find out. They’d stop paying for college. She’d be disowned. Life as she knew it would end. “Run!” Jules yelled. Her shout broke the spell Rebecca had been under. She ran toward the far corner of the store, her legs pumping furiously. The cop car had to circle around the front DWT to make it to the road leading to the main parking lot. To do so, it actually had to head in the opposite direction from her and Jules, meaning they’d be completely out of sight for a little while. If they could just make it to the corner of the strip mall in that short time, it wasn’t all that much further to the back of the building. All they had to do was make it to the ditch before the police car figured out where they went, and, maybe, they could hide. That was a lot of ifs and maybes, but some chance was better than nothing. Rebecca had never realized how much pumping arms added to her ability to run. With her hands bound behind her, her motion felt awkward, off balance, and the whole situation was dangerous. If she tripped, there was no way to catch herself. She’d faceplant on the rough concrete. There was absolutely no choice, though. Anything at all was better than being arrested. She sprinted as if her life depended on it. The tender soles of her feet pounded against the pavement, somehow seeming to find a new rock or bottle cap or something with each step. Her boobs bounced wildly, swinging up to literally hit her in the face before flopping back down against her stomach. Likewise, her flabby stomach and thighs jiggled like jello in an earthquake. If anyone saw her body moving around like that, she just knew she’d die. Her fear had given granted her a fleetness of foot that she’d never before achieved. She matched the taller and in much better shape Jules stride for stride, and they soon made the small jump up to the sidewalk in front of the corner store. Another few galloping steps brought them to the other side of the wall, putting a foot of brick between them and the cop car, and all before the headlights had swung around to find them again. They still weren’t out of danger yet, though. A car was a lot faster than two girls on foot, especially bare feet and especially especially naked girls with their hands bound behind them and bits flouncing about in all directions. If the officers decided to accelerate quickly to check the far side of the building, the girls would never get out of sight in time. Their only chance was if the car slowed to check every nook and cranny along the front first. Hoping against hope that that would be the case, Rebecca sprinted full speed toward the back of the building, not even sparing a glance back. To do so would only slow her. Yard after yard churned under her feet. The back was in sight. Twenty yards. Ten. Five. Shadows stretched across a lane separated the building from a drainage ditch. Rebecca had never been so grateful for darkness in her life as when she slipped into the blessed shelter it provided. She kept running, though, as did Jules. Not far to true safety, now. The ditch would provide the first bit of true protection they’d have since being kicked out of the drugstore. They might even be able to reach the woods beyond. The police would never be able to catch them then, or, at least, she couldn’t imagine that it would be worth their effort to do so, not just for two streaking girls. Rebecca allowed herself to believe she’d make it. She was so close. Not far. Not far at all. Suddenly, a beam of light swung past her from behind, illuminating her pale, nude body for a moment. No. Not now. Not when she was so close to getting away. She didn’t know what to do. One didn’t run from the police, not when they had you dead to rights. That just made things worse. Added resisting arrest to the charges. Without any idea what else she could do, she halted. That, after all, what one did right before one was arrested. Chapter Seventeen Rebecca shut her eyes, not believing that the simple act of taking out the trash had led her to this moment. She was outside behind a very public shopping center with her hands zip-tied behind her back and her body completely, one hundred percent naked. Not a single square inch of her skin was covered by even a little bit of cloth. Even the plastic binding her wrists together was mostly transparent. She and her new acquaintance, Jules, had been spotted streaking across a parking lot by the occupants of a police car, and, though they’d been so, so close to making it to safety, lights sweeping pasts Rebecca’s pale butt cheeks told her that she hadn’t quite made it. She tensed, tears forming in her eyes as she awaited her fate. “Girl!” Jules yelled! “What the crap are you doing? Hurry!” What? Rebecca opened her eyes and glanced back. The headlights had come from a car in a far away parking lot, not from the patrol vehicle. She still had time. She still might make it. Her head darted back to the area in front of her. A large dumpster was to the left, and, directly in front of her, Jules was standing at the top of a hill that descended into darkness. If Rebecca could just reach it and climb down, she’d be safe. Wishing she could pump her arms to increase her speed, she accelerated as fast as her thick, stubby legs could carry her, making her large breasts wobble uncomfortably. She cared not about the irritation caused by her unfettered boobs or the pain impacting her bare feet with each step or the sight her nude flesh bouncing like a bowl full of Jello created, though. All she wanted was to be out of sight, to not be arrested. “Hurry!” Jules shouted. “I’m going as fast as I can!” To be fair to the blonde girl, Rebecca possessed much more inertia than did the taller, lighter girl. It took a bit to get her larger body moving from a start at rest. Once she got up to full speed, though, her feet flew over the pavement. She hopped over the curb and landed in the grass. “C’mon,” Jules said. “But be careful!” The hill was pretty steep, and the thick grass covering it was more than a little slick. Considering that the bottom was buried in deep shadow, Rebecca couldn’t even tell how far down it went. A fall might be disastrous. The fact that she couldn’t use her hands and arms to balance herself at all made her descent even that much more treacherous. She slipped and almost fell backward. Given that that would have left half her body fully visible from the pavement while she struggled to get back up, it would have been disastrous. The police, who surely weren’t far behind by now, would definitely have caught her. She was forced to drastically slow her pace, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. Being much more athletically inclined, Jules scampered quickly ahead. The extreme slope did have one benefit, though. Each step forward lowered Rebecca quite a bit. All she had to do was get a little further down the hill, and she’d be fully hidden. One step. Two. Three. Not far now. Her head was almost even with the surrounding surface. A light swept past her, illuminating the treetops of the wooded area beyond the drainage ditch. Rebecca let herself fall on her ass, sliding several feet more downward in the slippery grass and lowering her head well below the top of the rise. The headlights were obviously much closer this time than last, and she was positive that it wasn’t a false alarm. Red and blue flashing flooded the area above her, proving her conclusion to be correct. The police had arrived. She held her breath. With any luck, the officers hadn’t seen her and would simply pass by. She hoped beyond hope that the car would just keep going. Instead, it screeched to a stop, tires crunching loose gravel. Two car doors opened. And closed. Two flashlight beams swept back and forth over where Rebecca had begun her descent. She’d been seen. That was the only explanation. Otherwise, they wouldn’t know exactly where to look or even to look down the hillside at all. This time, there was no mistake. The officers were coming. They’d shine their light down the hill and see her. She’d be arrested. The story would rip through the town like a wild fire. Everyone would put two and two together and know that she was the naked girl who was featured in the videos from The Big Burger Bun. She’d be a laughingstock. Forget going to the university an hour away. Forget going to any college in the entire country, in the entire hemisphere. She’d have to find an institution somewhere that the internet didn’t reach to escape the ridicule sure to be heaped upon her. Sobbing quietly, she hung her head as the flashlight beams drew closer and closer. Chapter Eighteen Rebecca tensed as the police officers’ footsteps and their flashlight beams neared. She had only seconds of freedom left. In a moment, her pale, nude body would be illuminated. The cops would force her to rise and return to the top of the hill. They’d see her, all of her. Then, they’d arrest her for indecent exposure. She’d be taken downtown. Processed. She wondered if she’d be allowed clothing for her booking photo. Her parents were going to be so ashamed. She was so ashamed. She had a hard time even imagining what it was going to feel like to be escorted into the police station wearing, at most, a blanket over her. Who knew, they might even make her do it in only her bare skin, all their fellow officers laughing and enjoying the show. Jeering at her. Even worse than that momentary humiliation was the scorn that was sure to be heaped on her by the entire community, people who, despite her living in this town most of her life, she barely knew. The paper would probably even run a story about her escapades. It wasn’t like the reporters exactly had a lot of other stuff to write about. The footsteps and lights neared the top of the hill. It wouldn’t be long until life as she knew it ended. She swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to hold back tears. The attempt was unsuccessful as one trailed down her cheek, pooled on her jawline, and dropped to fall with a faint splash on her naked breast, highlighting just how exposed and vulnerable she was. “Car 54,” a loud voice called from a radio. “Car 54. Where are you?” “Shit,” one of the officers said. “That’s us.” The footsteps halted, and the other officer reported their location and status to dispatch. “Hit and run reported on Main Street,” the radio said. “Injuries reported. Ambulance en route.” “We’re on it,” the second officer said. Footsteps retreated from her rapidly, and two car doors opened and closed. An engine revved, and tires squealed as the car accelerated away. Just like that, it was over. Rebecca was safe – for the moment, anyway. She was still nude with her hands bound behind her back by unbreakable plastic and miles from her parents’ house with no way to get home, though. She couldn’t help but wonder what fresh horrors the rest of her naked night held in store for her. Chapter Nineteen Rebecca allowed herself to relax for a moment. She’d been through so much already – the dog stripping her naked by stealing her towel, Jules and Carly discovering her, being forced to streak The Big Burger Bun, having her most intimate areas videoed, masturbating for her tormentors’ pleasure, the DWT employee blackmailing her into putting a vibrator inside herself, almost cumming so many times but being denied, and, now, barely escaping arrest. She was physically and emotionally drained. Jules climbed up the hill and plopped down next to her. “Are you okay?” “No, I’m not. I’m really, really not.” The pretty blonde leaned in and laid her cheek against Rebecca’s shoulder, trying to lend what comfort she could. “I know. It’s okay. Why don’t you try to get some rest?” “Rest? Are you crazy? The cops could come back at any time, and it’s not like we’re exactly safe here!” “We’re safe enough for the moment, and there’s no reason to believe that the police will return,” Jules said. “After all, we could go anywhere in the time they’re gone.” “Then, why don’t we? Trying to get home is better than just sitting here!” “Steven swore to pick us up,” Jules said. “I know that he might not show, but I don’t know how we’re going to walk all the way back without being seen and arrested. Just the chance for a ride is so worth waiting. Besides, it can’t be much past ten, and there are still a lot of people out and about. Even if he doesn’t keep his promise, we’ll have a better chance of getting to where we’re going undetected if we wait a couple of hours for traffic to die down.” Rebecca realized that Jules was right and stopped arguing. “You’ve had a really rough night,” Jules said. “Why don’t you try to take a quick nap?” “There’s no way I could go to sleep. Not out here. Not so … so …” “I understand,” Jules said. “It wouldn’t hurt anything for you to just lay back and close your eyes, though. Right?” “I … I guess not. But it won’t do any good.” Rebecca laid back on the grass with a sigh. Though the green growth would probably make her skin itch big time, it was soft and comfortable for the moment, and, despite her being completely naked, the night air was warm enough that she was, temperature wise, pretty comfortable. Maybe things would turn out okay. Maybe Steven would actually show up and, at the price of only a little more embarrassment of being seen naked by him again, they’d get a ride home. If not, maybe Carly would return and find them. Yeah. Things would turn out okay or, at least, get better. They certainly couldn’t get any worse. Rebecca closed her eyes. Chapter Twenty Carly watched the underwear clad Jules pull the naked fat girl from The Big Burger Bun and slam the door behind them, trapping the spectators inside – for the moment, anyway. The customers and employees who’d been videoing the girl could, and probably would, just go around the other side. From the look on Jules’ face, she thought she’d pulled off her daring rescue. No embarrassing exposure for her. She’d pull Rebecca back to the car, and they’d all be on their merry way. Carly grinned. As if. She stepped on the gas and accelerated rapidly out of the parking lot. What an airheaded bitch! She couldn’t believe her brother was dating such a loser. And to expect her to make friends with the girl? Puh-lease. She couldn’t just desert the two idiots, though, because he’d be ticked off as hell if she left Jules just hanging. No, Carly would have to treat this like a prank. Go away for a while and come back. Make it sound possible that she’d done it for the sake of harmless fun. Now, she just had to think of something to do with her time. The tingling coming from her nether regions gave her an idea, and she grinned. Not that she was into any freaky lesbian – or, more accurately, bi – shit like Jules seemed to be, but seeing that lard ass they’d picked up parading naked in front of all those people … To be responsible for making someone go through that kind of humiliation just did something to Carly’s body. Then, to trick Jules into stripping to her underwear and exposing herself to those same people … God! Carly definitely was going to need to change her panties before bed, and the sensations shooting up from down there were quickly turning into an itch that demanded scratching. Before returning to find the two dipshits, she decided that she’d take care of it. After taking her time and grabbing a snack from a different nearby fast food joint, she wound up at a gas station not far away that was still open. She quickly filled up and went inside to make use of the facilities. No one else was inside the restroom, which suited her needs perfectly. After doing her business and wiping, her fingers found her wet clit. She’d never been naked in front of a guy and never planned to be. Her body was rounder than the naked chick she’d picked up tonight and the excess flab hadn’t even settled in good places like the boobs and ass like it had with the other girl. Not many boys seemed interested in seeing her with her clothes on, and she assumed that they’d have even less enthusiasm for seeing what was underneath. It was one reason she’d taken such an instant intense dislike to Jules. The blonde was just too damn pretty, way out of her brother’s league. Carly had no desire to even look at the girl as it prompted her to constantly compare the pretty girl’s looks to her own. As she stroked herself, though, her mind turned to the fat girl. She imagined what the girl must have felt like inside that restaurant, and, as she rubbed, gradually her mind placed her in the girl’s position, with the group taking pictures of her as she showed off everything she had, them watching as she touched herself. Carly moaned. This wasn’t something she’d ever considered before, certainly nothing she’d imagined doing. The thought of being forced into such a situation, however, really got her going. She inserted her fingers inside herself and, sooner than was normal, she had to clamp down on her lips with her teeth to stifle a scream as an orgasm exploded through her. When she recovered, she realized that she’d not only cum a lot faster that than she usually did in her bate sessions but a lot harder as well. This whole embarrassed exposure scenario was something she’d have to explore. Maybe there were stories online or something. Maybe even videos. Even better was real life. Somewhere back at the strip mall, one very naked girl and one nearly naked girl were running around. It was time to go find them and see what further mischief she could get them into. Carly hummed happily to herself as she washed up, returned to her car, and drove back to the parking lot. Just as she arrived, a police car with flashing lights hurtled from the shopping center. It passed in a rush, and she couldn’t tell if there was anyone in the back or not. For the first time since all this started, she began to worry. Putting her brother’s girlfriend in danger while playing a prank on her was bad enough. Getting her arrested took things to an entirely different level. John was going to kill her if that was what happened. Carly pulled up Jules’ contact info and hit the button to dial. A sound rung out in her car, in the back seat. The stupid girl had left her phone in the pocket of her skirt! WTF? Really? Who the fuck went anywhere without a phone in this day and age? Slowly, she circled The Big Burger Bun but saw no sign of the two underdressed girls. Looking around, she spotted the drugstore and thought it a likely place for them to hide. Driving around it yielded no results, either, though, and neither did making a quick circuit of the parking lot and front of the strip mall. Jules and the fat girl must have already found a ride or they’d been arrested. Carly sighed. Either way, there wasn’t exactly much she could do about it. With one last look at the empty pavement around her, she drove back to the main road and headed home.

New Family Rules by Hstoner New Family Rules Ch. 08 Harry and Amanda finally marry. It was a warm, sunny Saturday in late June. At 1:00 p.m. that day, I was standing nude in the backyard of Bill and Joan Turner's home. Clark Tewes, my good friend from college, was standing next to me. Clark was also nude. He held a small box in his hand. A band, with an attractive female vocalist, was set up in a corner of the yard. They had been playing soft background music for some time. After a short pause, the instrumentalists began a very traditional piece. Clark and I turned to look at the door from the Turners' house. The first person to emerge from the door was my older sister Gwen. Save for a small bouquet in her hands, Gwen was also naked. She smiled as she walked between the chairs set up on the Turners' lawn. Gwen was now 28 and a published author. She still looked fantastic with no clothes on. The people seated in the chairs stood as Gwen walked by. Next out of the house, several paces behind Gwen, came my long-time girlfriend Amanda Turner on the arm of her father Bill. Amanda and Bill were also nude. I said that Gwen looked fantastic naked. I mean no disrespect to her, and know she would agree, when I say that Amanda in the nude completely eclipsed Gwen. Amanda was smiling broadly. Part of that, I hoped, was due to what we were about to do. I knew that part of Amanda's obvious joy was also due to walking slowly with no clothes on through family and friends. Amanda always enjoyed being seen in the nude by other people. Bill escorted Amanda to my side. He then stepped back to a vacant chair in the front row, beside his wife Joan. My parents, Ryan and Linda, were seated to Joan's right. Like us, neither Amanda's nor my parents had clothes on. Gwen, Amanda, Clark, and I turned to face a short young woman wearing a purple robe and a bemused expression. The Reverend Patricia Danvers, pastor of a small, very progressive congregation, was the only person we had found with the legal authority to solemnize a wedding who would officiate a nude wedding. The ceremony was brief. Amanda and I promised to love, honor, support, and care for each other for all eternity. We each put a ring on the other's finger. Reverend Danvers pronounced us man and wife. Amanda and I had been a couple since our senior year of high school. We had both decided back then that we were partners for life. Save for my third year of law school, we had basically lived together that entire time. After eleven years together, we got married. Our first act to celebrate our new status was to clutch our nude bodies together and kiss for, I'm guessing, a full two minutes. We had the wedding, and the reception, in the Turners' backyard because we couldn't find a venue in town willing to host a nude wedding and reception. The best we could do was a naturist resort about 60 miles east of town which we ruled out as too far away. Given the available space, we tried to limit the guest list. However, between our friends and a few friends of our parents, we still had about 60 people. We discouraged gifts, but we did not insist that guests go nude. A few friends that Amanda and I had made since we both moved back to town came and stayed clothed. Our older friends went nude. My sister, Gwen, had been Amanda's best friend in high school despite being a year older. Amanda and I became a couple the summer after Gwen graduated. During the short time until Gwen left for college, the three of us had been extremely close. Gwen came to the wedding alone. Her primary occupation was writing about world affairs for magazines in the US and UK. She said her abrupt trips to places like Moscow, Hong Kong, and Beirut to follow stories precluded long-term relationships. She also claimed to have stripped nude for Vladimir Putin to keep him from walking out on an interview. "I'm not really sure he likes girls," was her conclusion from that experience. Clark came with his wife Dani and her younger sister Amelia. All three of them had been our close friends in college. They shared our preference for being nude in any situation. Dani, Amelia, and Clark lived with Amanda and me during our last two years of undergrad. None of us ever wore clothes in the condo we shared. Amanda and I were both thrilled that Amanda's other best friend from high school, Meryl Cohen (now Dr. Meryl Cohen), came with her current partner Kim. During our senior year in high school, Amanda, Meryl, and I had a three-way love affair. Most surprising to us was that Amanda's high school tennis coach, Jan Hill, came with along with two of Amanda's high school teammates, Patti and Joan. Coach Hill brought her current boyfriend. Patti and Joan came without their husbands. Still more surprising was that Patti, Joan, Coach Hill, and her boyfriend all undressed and stayed nude for the wedding and the reception. Patti and Joan had been attractive in high school. Both had visibly added some weight in their hips and thighs since. Now almost 40, Coach Hill was still slender and still coaching. I didn't really form an impression of her boyfriend, although he seemed to make an impression on Patti and Joan. There were a few tables, but most of the guests took food from the buffet and/or drinks from the bar and walked around. Because the reception was on a lawn, it didn't lend itself to dancing. Instead, guests were welcome to use the Turners' pool. The band, which turned out to be good, played about thirty minutes into the reception before they took a break. I happened to notice my mother and Joan Turner talking to the musicians during the break. I vaguely recall seeing the five musicians go into the Turner house. Everyone noticed, however, when the three women and two men came back out and started playing again. I found out later that our parents offered to double their fee for the reception if they played nude. Amanda and I were talking with the band while they packed up just after 9:00 that evening. All five musicians told us this had been their most enjoyable gig and they were glad our parents had challenged them to perform nude for several hours. In general, the reception was a relaxed affair, as we intended. The one exception to that came when the wedding party took over the microphone from the singer for the traditional speeches. Not being a fan of tradition, Gwen preempted the speeches by grabbing the microphone. "Friends," Gwen announced, "we all know that my little brother Harry and my best friend Amanda have already been together for many years. We assume they've had sex during those years, but do any of us really know? (Gwen, Meryl, Dani, Amelia, and Clark all knew firsthand). "No, we don't!" a voice called from the lawn. Grinning, Gwen said into the mic, "don't you think Amanda and Harry should prove to us that they have consummated the marriage?" A cheer went up. "Does anyone think," Gwen continued, "that Amanda and Harry should not make love right here, right now, with all of us as witnesses?" No one said a word. My new father-in-law and Dad carried the Turners' picnic table over and set it down about eight feet from where Amanda and I were standing. Still talking into the mic, Gwen said, "Amanda, Harry, your family and friends have spoken." She pointed to the table and said, "get up there and get fucking." Another cheer went up. The idea of intercourse with Amanda live in front of our parents and friends was scary and exciting. I was already getting hard. I looked at my wife. She was smiling, her eyes sparkled, and her nipples were erect. "Don't you think this is the perfect way to start our marriage?" she asked me. I nodded. Amanda reached out and wrapped a hand around my half-erect dick. I reached out with both hands and began rubbing her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. After a few moments of that, I put a hand between Amanda's thighs and began rubbing her clit. Gwen had kept the microphone and began what I can best describe as a play-by-play. She announced to our friends, "we have foreplay, although I think Amanda and Harry are already aroused." We were aroused. Amanda gave me a quick kiss on the lips and led me to the picnic table. She got up on the table and lay on her back. "Come on, circle around," Gwen invited our guests. I climbed onto the table on my hands and knees as people closed around the table. I positioned myself above Amanda, lowered my hips, and slid my hard dick into her wet pussy. Gwen announced into the mic, "we have penetration!" Another cheer went up. As I said, Amanda and I had fucked, and fucked in front of, Gwen, Meryl, Dani, Amelia, and Clark. We weren't complete strangers to doing it with someone watching. However, this seemed so much more public. Our parents were watching, as were Amanda's old coach and complete strangers like the band. It was an exhibitionist fantasy made real. Amanda very quickly wrapped her strong legs around me and began crushing me into her as she bucked her hips. Sex with Amanda was always special and, for the reasons I just mentioned, this time was very special. However, we were both so aroused that we came much sooner than I wished. At least, we both had very intense orgasms. Although it had been a few years, Gwen had been with Amanda and me often enough to know our signals. As I felt myself ready to explode, I could hear Gwen announcing, "I think they are close," and moments later, "ladies and gentlemen, we have orgasms. The first orgasms of this marriage!" That brought cheers and another round of applause. I stayed in Amanda until we had both caught our breath. She looked at me, looking more beautiful than ever, and we both started laughing. I suppose it was a reaction to the sheer outrageousness of what we had just done. After we got off the table, the singer took the mic from Gwen and the band started playing again. People came up to shake our hands (Covid 19 vaccines had been widely enough used by then that handshakes were acceptable again) or pat our bare asses. Dani brought us both drinks. I know this sounds perverted, but I felt proud that these people had just seen Amanda and I fuck to orgasm. The reception broke up around 9:00 p.m. Amanda's parents spent the night with my parents, leaving the Turner house for Amanda and me. Gwen, Dani, Amelia, and Clark stayed with us that night. Old relationships were pleasurably renewed. A bit of background is probably appropriate here. Amanda and I had both graduated from college on Chicago's North Shore six years earlier. Amanda stayed to get her M.B.A. I got into a decent law school on the south side of Chicago and commuted every day. Amanda finished grad school a year before me, leading to the only extended period of separation we've ever had. Amanda went back home to become CFO of her dad's businesses, which had expanded into real estate development as well as construction. Dani's sister Amelia was finishing her master's during my last year of law school. With Amanda's permission, Amelia lived with me that year. Since Amanda moved home, I had to. I got a job with a large downtown law firm which just happened to represent Bill Turner's companies. Covid 19 happened the next year. It hurt the Turner businesses, but it decimated the legal profession. The firm let me and most of the other lawyers with less than five years' experience go, along with about 25 partners. The other big firms in the region were making similar cuts. Many smaller shops just closed. That led to me becoming general counsel of The Turner Group, the parent company under which Bill Turner's construction and development companies operated. In other words, before Amanda and I married, we both already worked for her dad. One consequence of working for Amanda's dad was that, unlike most couples, Amanda and I didn't spend our working days apart. We got up together, went to work together, worked in adjoining offices (later a large, shared office), and came home together. There were months at a time when Amanda and I were not apart for more than a few minutes. That was wonderful from my perspective. What sane, heterosexual man wouldn't want to spend every minute with Amanda Turner? It speaks volumes about Amanda's capacity for self-sacrifice that she tolerated me on a constant basis. Another benefit of working for Amanda's dad was that we got as much time, and money, as we wanted for a honeymoon. We took two weeks to go to Europe. We thought about Cap d'Agde, but our research made us wonder whether we were ready for that. We ended up going to Baden-Baden, which offered coed nudity in the baths, Munich, which is a great city with several opportunities to go nude, and a new ski resort in Austria. Neither Amanda nor I ski, and we were at the resort in summer. The resort was isolated and difficult to get to. The surrounding mountains offered hiking and scenery which justified the trip. The other attraction was that the resort included a large spa with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, saunas, steam baths, Jacuzzis, sand volleyball, a bar that stayed open late, and a grill that served food from 11:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. Clothes were required everywhere in the hotel part of the resort, but nudity was mandatory in all parts of the spa. Even though it was summer, the resort was about 70% full, meaning that there were always people around although it wasn't crowded. Amanda and I had booked a week at the resort. We spent the first day hiking from morning until late afternoon, relaxed in the spa, dressed for dinner in the hotel restaurant, and went to bed together early. Expecting that we would be a little sore from the first day's hike, we had booked a couple's massage for late morning of our second day. We had expected there would be a dedicated massage room. When Amanda and I met the young man and young woman who would be giving our massages, we were surprised to be led to massage tables set up between the indoor pool and a jacuzzi, overlooked by the bar and grill on the second level. Amanda and I would be getting our massages in full view of almost everyone else in the spa. Since it was a nude spa, my masseuse and Amanda's masseur didn't bother to cover us. We lay nude on massage tables a couple of feet apart. The clothed masseur and masseuse did not, of course, provide happy endings. They were, however, very thorough, and not reticent to touch any part of us. They earned the hundred Euro tips Amanda and I gave them. Following the instructions to drink lots of fluids, Amanda and I were in the bar a little while after our massages when a couple about our age approached us. In accented English, the man, Stefan, asked if we had enjoyed our massages. The woman, Birget, giggled and said, "we're sorry, but we watched. You both appeared to be having a good time. We didn't think you would mind. You like people to see your bodies?" Birget gestured down her bare body with her hand, stopping at her neatly trimmed triangle. "Yes, we do," Amanda replied. "So do we," Stefan said. Birget and Stefan were German, from near Frankfurt am Main. Birget had light brown hair and a wide, expressive face that grinned a lot. She was not fat, but had large breasts, wide hips, and large thighs. Voluptuous might describe her. Birget had recently finished her training and tests to become a physician. Stefan was about my height, although at least 50 pounds lighter. We learned later that Stefan was a talented amateur soccer player and a structural engineer. He had short black hair, a very precisely trimmed beard and mustache, and a long thin dick. Amanda and I invited Birget and Stefan to join us for lunch. It was a sunny day and warm at the resort's elevation. There were a few tables on the lawn outside the grill. As we talked, we learned that this was Birget and Stefan's third visit to the resort. Birget and Stefan skied. "This is the first time we've come in summer," Stefan said. "I thought it might be boring if we couldn't ski and brought several books. I haven't opened one yet." "What are you doing while you are here, besides get a massage?" Birget asked. "Yesterday," I replied, "we hiked up into the mountains. We thought we 'd do more of that." "Yes," Stefan said, "we saw you coming back yesterday. You wore clothes. I suppose you would if you were going to higher elevations. It gets cool up there, yes?" "There are some lovely hikes down through the valleys," Birget said. "It is as warm there as here or warmer. Stefan and I have walked on two different days. We leave our clothes here at the hotel. We plan to explore a new valley tomorrow. Would you wish to join us?" We discussed Birget's and Stefan's planned hike further. They planned to follow a valley southeast of the resort to a lake. They thought the hike would take about five hours out and back. They planned to go nude except for boots, walking sticks, and small rucksacks to carry water and food. "We never take clothing with us," Birget said. "If we encounter others, we cannot give in to temptation to cover up." Amanda and I agreed that the hike sounded like fun and agreed to join Birget and Stefan. "Meet us by the outdoor pool at nine hours tomorrow morning," Stefan said. "It will be cool at that time," Birget said. "Harry, you may shrink up like Stefan does," she giggled. She brushed her hand over one of her nipples. "Amanda, these will get quite hard. It will warm up quickly." It was uncomfortably chilly when we met Birget and Stefan the next morning. Amanda and I had one rucksack between us. I had put sandwiches and sunscreen in it and strapped two large bottles of water to the outside. Stefan opened my pack and added four cans of beer. Birget and Stefan had also brought walking sticks for Amanda and me. Our route took us down from the resort and the air warmed quickly as we descended. Stefan led, followed by Birget and Amanda with me at the rear. Walking behind Amanda's bare ass was always aesthetically pleasing. What I soon noticed looking beyond Amanda was that Birget's bare ass, while wider, was also lovely in motion. We walked down through woodland for about an hour. We then walked around the perimeter of a small village, something Birget and Stefan had not mentioned in advance. People were out and saw us. I had always thought of Austrians, especially rural Austrians, as very conservative. However, no one commented on our nudity. People just smiled and a few waved. Perhaps conservativism in Central Europe didn't condemn nudity. We began encountering people on the trail as we descended past the village. The people we encountered were clothed. Again, no one said anything about our nudity. Either they didn't care, or they enjoyed seeing Amanda's and Birget's bodies enough to forgive us. After another hour of walking, we arrived at a large lake. We were not the only people there, but we were the only people nude. "You see why we do not carry clothes?" Birget asked. She answered her own question: "It would be too easy to simply get dressed in a circumstance like this." Everyone looked at us. I wondered whether simply getting dressed might be the better part of valor. Stefan led us to a grassy place near the water, away, but not too far away, from the other people. "The lake is too cold to swim, "Stefan said. That explained why no one was swimming. Birget pulled beach towels from her rucksack and spread them on the ground. Amanda and I hadn't thought of that. We sat and pulled our small lunches from our packs. Stefan opened four beers and passed them around. More people came to the lake as we ate. Everyone looked at us, but no one said anything or approached us until a couple who looked a few years older than us came up. They were both tall and thin. The woman had long, straight blonde hair and a pretty face. The man had wavy red hair and a bushy red beard. "It is ok to go nude here?" the man asked in what I took for an English accent. "Yes, it is, "Stefan replied. "We wondered since no one else is," the woman said. "We thought people in Central Europe shucked their clothes every chance they got," the man said. "That's why we came," the woman added. "No," Birget explained, "most people stay clothed, but they are generally tolerant of those of us who prefer to be clothes free." "May we join you?" the woman asked. "Certainly," Stefan replied. The couple spread out a large towel, quickly stripped off, and sat down. Sitting on the towel, facing the sun, with her legs spread, the woman said, "this is so much nicer!" Gesturing towards her vagina, Birget said, "the sun feels especially good here." "Yes, it does," the woman replied. Jeff and Audrey were Australian, not English, and were spending a summer in Europe. We talked with them for about 45 minutes. Unfortunately, when we packed up to start back to the resort, Jeff and Audrey dressed. "We're just not comfortable being the only nudes somewhere in a strange country," Jeff said. Stefan told them about some places in Germany where they should have no hesitation to go nude. The hike back to the resort was entirely uphill. However, it was not overly taxing. Back at the resort around 4:00 p.m., 16:00 hours as expressed locally, Amanda and I were exuberant at the realization that we'd spent hours out in public with no clothing available. After putting our gear in our rooms, we met Birget and Stefan in the spa for some time in a jacuzzi and a steam bath. We dressed and met Birget and Stefan for dinner in the hotel restaurant. Although casually dressed, Stefan exuded a certain elegance and formality. Birget was, frankly, sexy in a tight top and a slit skirt. Dinner was great fun, due, perhaps in part, to a couple of bottles of wine consumed. The spa and spa bar stayed open surprising late, until 1:00 a.m. Amanda and I hadn't been in the spa that late but agreed to meet Birget and Stefan there after dinner. It was, I guess, around 10:00 p.m. when Amanda and I got to the spa. While it was less busy than during the day, there were still a significant number of people there. As the four of us stood nude at the bar waiting for more glasses of wine, Birget explained "at night, the rules in the spa are a little different." With a smile, Stefan elaborated that, "after 20:00 hours, it is permissible to get more romantic, intimate." "That sounds very nice," Amanda said. "I'm sorry Harry and I didn't get here this late the first two nights." Birget grinned. "It is a good place to make new friendships deeper." I suddenly understood something that had puzzled me a little. When we'd made reservations at the resort, we were informed that we needed to send blood samples, verified as ours by a licensed physician, no earlier than ten days before our arrival. I had assumed that the resort was still taking Covid 19 precautions. When we checked in, we received a report that Amanda and I were negative for Covid 19. The report also showed that our blood had been tested and was negative for any STDs. I had asked the young woman who checked us in about that. "People who are positive are not allowed in the spa," she had answered. At the time, I assumed it was done to create the impression for guests that the spa was hyper cautious. Now, I wondered if the testing had a practical purpose. We got our wine in plastic cups so we could take it to the pool. There was a slight chill in the air, but several people were in the heated outdoor pool. There were three couples at places along the pool's edge, and a group of four clustered in one corner. We drank some wine and got into the warm water. Amanda and I swam a lazy lap of the pool side-by-side. Done with that, we stood in water about waist high. Birget and Stefan walked up to us. "We would like to be better friends with you," Birget said. I looked at Amanda. After a moment of trading non-verbal signals, Amanda told Birget, "we'd like that too." I immediately felt one of Birget's hands cupping may balls under the water. Her other hand was stroking my shaft. Stefan had a hand on each of Amanda's breasts, gently kneading them. I reached out and pulled Birget to me. I began rubbing my hands up and down her ass. I'm not sure exactly what Amanda and Stefan were doing, but they were awfully close. After Birget had gotten me hard, she said in a commanding tone, "Stefan, we are four, not two and two." The four of us formed a tight circle. Looking into the water, I could see that Amanda had Stefan as erect as Birget had me. I guess all four of us were looking down because Amanda said, "Penises look so much better that way, don't they Birget?" Birget giggled and said, "Yes, and they are much more useful in that condition." Birget paused before timidly asking, "Amanda, may I touch you?" "Of course," Amanda replied and took a side-step to allow Birget's hand between her thighs. Watching Birget start to finger Amanda was hot and Amanda seemed to like it. Thinking Birget deserved stimulation too, I put a hand on her mound and began sliding it down between her thighs. Birget spread her legs slightly and I began fingering her lips. Amanda put a hand on each of my and Stefan's erections and started stroking us both. The four of us kept that up for several minutes until Birget took a step back and said, "I need more wine." She started towards the ladder out of the pool. "At this hour," Stefan told us, "it is perfectly acceptable to come out of the pool aroused." He followed Birget. Amanda and I shared a "when in Rome" look and followed Stefan. Stefan and I walked along the pool deck from the ladder to where we had put our wines with our boners on full display. The woman of a couple in the pool watching us said, loudly enough for us to hear, "gut!" The four of us finished our wine with Birget openly stroking me and Amanda Stefan. As we drained our cups, a waitress came up. She was blonde and looked no older than 21. Her tight white tee shirt, obviously with no bra, and short black skirt suggested a nice body. In English, she said, "if you wish to enjoy your evening more, may I suggest Red Bull and vodka?" That didn't sound too appealing to me but, before I could say anything, Stefan had responded to her in German too rapid for me to catch. (I'd not used my undergraduate German at all in the last six years). The waitress walked away. Stefan picked up our towels and said, "come." He led us inside the spa to a jacuzzi with two couples already in it. Stefan spoke again in rapid German. The women of the couples nodded affirmatively. Stefan got in. We followed. The jacuzzi was not large. As the last person in, I was sitting with my hip touching Birget's bare hip to my right and the bare hip of an older woman to my left. Birget said something in rapid German. All four of the older couples laughed and nodded their heads enthusiastically. Birget stood up and sat back down in my lap. Following Birget's lead, Amanda got in Stefan's lap. I put my hands over Birget's full tits as she wiggled around a bit. Soon, the waitress was back and placed four plastic cups on the deck beside us. She took an order from the older couples and walked away. Birget picked up a cup, held it in front of my lips, and said "Harry, try this." I let her pour some in my mouth. The drink tasted good. There was alcohol but, to this day, I don't know what else was in it. Birget handed me the cup and I held it for her to drink. Amanda and Stefan were giving each other drinks out of separate cups. It had been a long day and we had hiked quite a distance. Nonetheless, I soon felt energized. Apparently, Birget did too. She spun around in my lap, so she was facing me and spread her legs out to straddle me. The head of my dick rubbed her outer lips. We kissed and I began sucking Birget's nipples. I was getting very aroused and the idea of sex with Birget seemed very appealing. I don't know what Amanda and Stefan were doing. Something similar, I hope. Not long after we finished the drinks, Stefan said something else in German. Birget stood up, extended a hand to me, and said "come to our room." I followed her out of the jacuzzi with Amanda and Stefan behind me. As we walked away, one of the older women said something in German. Birget translated for me, "she says we give them inspiration." We had to wear robes to leave the spa and go back into the hotel. As we got into the elevator to go up from the spa level to the floor of Birget's and Stefan's room, Amanda hugged me tightly. "I think this is going to be fun," she whispered. Our robes were off as soon as we were in Birget's and Stefan's room. Amanda and I embraced and kissed passionately. When we broke our embrace, Birget stepped to us and kissed each of us. Stefan kissed Amanda and Birget. Stefan and I shook hands. After some experimentation, the four of us ended up on the bed, on our sides, in a sort of circle. My head was between Birget's legs as I ate her. Birget was blowing Stefan as he ate Amanda. Amanda was sucking my dick. I like giving oral sex to a woman. In addition to Amanda, I'd eaten Dani, Amelia, and, several years earlier, my sister Gwen. Giving oral to Birget was just as nice as any of them, except Amanda. Nothing in life was better than eating Amanda, except fucking Amanda. I was glad that Stefan, rather than me, came first. Due to Amanda's skill and knowledge of my body, I came second. I got Birget off just before Stefan got Amanda. The four of us broke the circle and hugged each other on the bed. Whatever was in the drink wore off relatively quickly. I was suddenly very sleepy as, it seemed, were the others. Birget pulled back the covers on their bed and all four of us got in. Some time during the night, I awoke partially. I was aware of an ass pressing against my dick. That had to be Amanda, so I spread the cheeks and pushed my dick partway in. I was surprised in the morning, but not entirely displeased, to find that I'd slept several hours with my dick between Birget's butt cheeks. The four of us decided to spend the next day in the spa. Birget and Stefan were leaving the same day Amanda and I were, meaning we'd all be there three more nights, so we'd have at least one more hike. Oddly, I felt neither fatigued nor hungover. As Amanda and I showered in Birget's and Stefan's room, Amanda commented, "I don't why, but I feel great today." She looked better than great. Although the grill didn't open until 11:00 and the restaurant was in the hotel, the resort appreciated that most people came at this time of year for the spa. They set up a traditional German breakfast buffet just inside the entrance to the spa. The four of us shucked our robes, assembled very full plates of food, and stood at a counter overlooking the main floor of the spa to eat. As we were eating our large breakfasts, one of the older women from the jacuzzi the night before walked by. She had a lot of extra flesh, but was mildly attractive, nonetheless. She stopped and said something to Birget. Birget gave a huge smile and said "ja!" The woman walked on, showing a fleshy and dimpled behind. I gave Birget a questioning look. Still smiling, Birget said, "she said that, after seeing us, they had great sex last night. She asked whether we four had sex together." I understood what Birget's "ja" had meant. It was warm enough to be comfortable by the outdoor pool. We grabbed clean towels from a stack and sat on four lounge chairs on the lawn by the pool. We talked for over an hour. Thankfully, Birget and Stefan spoke English much better than I speak German, and Amanda speaks no German at all. Somewhere in the conversation, Amanda mentioned that we were on our honeymoon. I didn't place much weight on Stefan's comment that "we must do something to celebrate." We did learn that Birget and Stefan had been married for two years. We had a very lowkey day. The four of us had dinner together and then slept in our own rooms. Birget and Stefan had another nude hike planned for the next day. We left the resort earlier than our first hike and Stefan warned this one would be longer. Like the first hike, however, we wore no clothes, except boots, and had none with us. This hike started along the same trail as the first hike. However, about 45 minutes out, Stefan veered onto a new trail that ran more directly south. We walked at a reasonable pace for another two hours before the trail emerged at a road. After a moment, I realized it wasn't a country road but the main street of a town. There were cars, trucks, and a bus. There were shops, a couple of cafes, and a sidewalk with clothed people on it. Stefan continued along the sidewalk as if we were still by ourselves in the woods. Birget followed him like they did this daily. Amanda turned her head to look back at me. I couldn't tell from her expression whether she was scared we'd get in trouble or excited to be walking through a populated town in the nude. A mix of both, I suspect. Nonetheless, we followed Birget and Stefan. Four nude people walking through town drew many looks. I heard a few comments. As near as I could translate, the comments were more compliments about our bodies than expressions of disapproval. Still, I was relieved when we reached the other end of town and Stefan started on a trail back into the woods. We walked slightly uphill for about another half hour until we reached a glade that was one of the prettier places I've ever seen. We spread our towels, took off our boots, and massaged our feet. Then we ate our lunches, washed down with warm beer. After we'd gathered our trash into a bag that went in Stefan's rucksack, Birget took Amanda by the arm and led her far enough away not to be overheard. Birget spoke for minute or two. Then I saw Amanda nod her head enthusiastically. The two women, quite different but each beautiful, walked back to Stefan and me. "Birget and I have talked," Amanda said. "We've agreed that we need at least one more step for our friendship to reach the level we want." Suspecting that I knew the answer, I asked "what step is that?" "Stefan should make love to Amanda and you should make love to me," Birget answered. Stefan eyed Amanda's perfect body with open lust and said, "I'm happy to do that if everyone else agrees. Of course, we don't want any problems or jealousies between us." I looked at Birget's lush body. She was, in my mind, not as beautiful as Amanda. However, she was beautiful, sexy, and had an undeniable magnetism that was working at full force at that moment. "Why would there be problems or jealousy?" I asked. "We all love our spouses, but that doesn't prohibit us from sharing pleasure with other people whom we trust and admire." Birget sat on the towel beside me. "I cannot know how that sounded to a native English speaker," she said, "but it makes a lot of sense to me." "It makes sense," Amanda said. "Harry is good with words, among other things." Amanda sat next to Stefan. Birget put her arms around me and we kissed, passionately. My finger went into Birget's pussy as she stroked me erect. Having committed to sex with Birget, I found myself looking forward to the imminent act. Birget and I fucked in missionary position. Sliding into her and seeing the look of joy on her face as I did was, almost, as good as entering Amanda. I was grateful that Birget was a lover much like Amanda. Birget was verbal, telling me what she felt and making suggestions. She was highly active, trying to give as much pleasure as she received, or more. She was also physically strong. Before I became completely engrossed with Birget, I glanced at Amanda and Stefan. Amanda was on all fours to my right, facing us, and Stefan had entered her from behind. That surprised me because Amanda didn't like that position with me. She told me later that she did it to watch me fuck Birget and, since Stefan's dick was longer and thinner than mine, doggy style worked better for her with him than with me. It wasn't long before Birget had driven any awareness of Amanda and Stefan from my mind. I can no longer describe each specific thing we did for the other. Like Amanda, Birget had the ability to clamp down hard on my dick, requiring much more effort from me but increasing the sensation for both of us. What I do remember clearly is that making love to Birget (it was definitely more than just sex) was the best intimate experience I've had other than with Amanda. I think Birget and I made love for a long time, but that could just be my ego. I know that, as she approached her orgasm, she squeezed me with her arms and legs so tightly that I'm not sure I could have moved had her hips not been bucking so violently. Birget howled as she came. During her howl, I started to shoot, so hard it hurt. I kept shooting and my vision blacked out for a moment. As Birget started to relax, I shot two more times. I didn't realize I'd closed my eyes until I opened them and saw Birget's smiling, sweaty face. With a heavier accent than usual, Birget said, "Harry that was, wow!" I suddenly remembered my wife. Looking to my right, I saw Amanda sitting next to Stefan smiling. Before I'd even pulled out of Birget, Amanda leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "It was a wow to see too," she said. "Good job Harry," Stefan added. Getting my voice back, I asked Amanda, "and how was your orgasm?" "Wonderful," Amanda replied. "Harry," Stefan said, "Amanda is very special." "So is Birget," I said. We slowly cleaned up and packed up. Foolishly, we drank all our water. An hour later, we were again walking nude through the nearby town. Stefan stopped in the middle of town. "We are not going to reach the resort before dark," he said. "Going back up to the resort in the dark will be dangerous." Of course, none of us expected to be out after dark so none of us brought lights. "What do we do?" Amanda asked. Stefan smiled. I've wondered since if that smile was a hint that our predicament had been created intentionally. "I know someone in this town," Stefan said. "If he is home, he will let us stay there tonight and we can walk back in the morning." Stefan and Birget started down a small side street. Before following them, Amanda said, "we don't have a stitch of clothes and we're going to spend the night with a stranger?" "Do you have a Plan B?" I asked. "I guess not," Amanda sighed. We followed Birget and Stefan. We walked to the fringe of town, passed by several cars and trucks. The sun was already behind mountains to the west and I concluded Stefan was correct that there wasn't enough light for us to reach the resort, almost three hours' walk away. Stefan went up onto the porch of a traditional alpine house and rang a doorbell. A young woman answered. She and Stefan conversed in what I thought was a dialect as I couldn't make out a single word. As Stefan spoke, a smile came on the woman's face. After some more conversation, the woman called into the house. A muscular young man came to the door. Stefan obviously knew the man. Stefan called Birget to the door. The young man visibly admired Birget's nude form. After some further conversation which I could not understand, Stefan gestured for Amanda and me to come up on the porch. The man of the house, Gregor, admired Amanda as much as he had Birget. That was understandable. I was thrown a little by the woman's apparent appreciation of my nude body. To make a long story shorter, Gregor was a friend of a friend whom Stefan had only met a couple of times before. Why someone from Frankfurt had connections of any degree in that part of Austria didn't make sense until much later. Nonetheless, Gregor and his partner Ute had no problem putting four nude people up for the night so long as we didn't mind sharing one small bed. We had no problem with that. We were back at the resort for our last full day around 11:00 a.m. In hindsight, spending the night without any clothes with people whom we'd never met before was more amusing than distressing. "Another Harry and Amanda legend," Amanda called it. Still, the four of us agreed that a recovery day of sun, steam, sauna, and water was in order. After a lazy last real day of honeymoon, Amanda and I were to meet Birget and Stefan for dinner. Given that it was our last real night of the trip, Amanda and I wore the best clothes we'd brought with us. Amanda looked ravishing in a tight purple dress that was slit high up one thigh. I wore my dark brown sport coat over a cream-colored polo shirt and tan slacks. Outside the hotel restaurant, Birget and Stefan were dressed much more casually. "You two look almost as great as you look naked," Birget said flatteringly. "I promised we would do something to celebrate your wedding and honeymoon," Stefan said. "Please follow me." Stefan led us away from the restaurant and into the elevator. He used a key and pushed the button for the top floor, which I had assumed was just a mechanical shed. Instead, we exited the elevator into a large room with floor to ceiling glass walls. It was still light out and the view on all sides was spectacular. The young blonde who had waited on us during our late night in the spa came up, again dressed in a tight white shirt and short black skirt along with another similarly dressed redhead. "May we take your clothes off?" the blonde asked. "Uh, sure," I said. The redhead gestured for Amanda to raise her foot. When Amanda did, the redhead slipped off her shoe. The blonde took my sport coat off me, followed by my shoes. She then undid my belt and pulled my shirt over my head. Simultaneously, the redhead had undone the sash that kept Amanda's dress closed around her. As she often did, Amanda wore nothing under her dress. She stood nude with a smile on her face while the blonde removed my trousers and shorts. Once Amanda and I were nude, I looked at Birget and Stefan, expecting them to disrobe. Stefan read my mind. "Only newlyweds go nude for dinner," he said. "Your clothes will be returned to your room," the blonde waitress told us. I guessed we'd not need clothes for the remainder of the night. The redhead went to a counter on the side of the room and brought back four large glasses on a tray. She offered one to each of us. Sipping the drink, I thought it was whatever Stefan had ordered for us three nights ago. The blonde led us to a table in the center of the room. What followed was one of the best meals I've ever eaten. When the meal was over, Amanda and I rode down the elevator nude to our floor. Birget and Stefan followed us into our room. "We have another gift to give you," Birget said. She and Stefan undressed each other. Birget came to me and started stroking me. Stefan went to Amanda and began fingering her. When I was hard, Birget had me sit in a chair. She knelt in front of me and took me in her mouth. Birget was exceptionally talented at fellatio. As she was sucking me, Amanda was on her back on the bed with Stefan's face between her legs. I came first. Amanda came louder. For the second night in a row, the four of us slept nude together in the same bed. In the morning, we traded contact information. Stefan and I got our luggage to the lobby where we'd meet the resort's driver who was taking us all to the Innsbruck train station. I was surprised when the girls came down to see that both Amanda and Birget were wearing skirts. I found out why as the four of us sat together on a bench seat in the resort's van. Birget hiked up her skirt, smiled, and said "no panties." Next to me, Amanda said, "me neither." She wiggled her skirt up to prove it. I looked at the rearview mirror. The driver, who spoke English, was looking back at us smiling. I hope he enjoyed what he saw as much as Amanda and Birget enjoyed showing it.

Naked Night by RWS Chapter Twenty One Rebecca woke with a start, not understanding for a moment where she was or how she got there. She appeared to be outside, laying in the grass. And she was naked! Her boobs and private parts were just out there for anyone to look at. She tried to move her arms up to cover herself, but they appeared to be stuck. No amount of tugging would free them. “Hey sleepyhead,” someone said. She looked over to see a pretty blonde, just as naked as she was, laying right next to her, their bodies touching along their full length. Jules. The events of the traumatic evening came rushing back. “How long was I out?” “Not long,” Jules said. “I don’t exactly have a watch on, but I’d say less than a half hour. How are you feeling?” Rebecca took stock of herself. She was still naked miles from home with her hands bound behind her, but she did feel … better. Not good by any stretch but better. She told her new friend that. “Something has been bothering me as I waited for you to wake up,” Jules said. “What is it?” “I don’t recognize you, like at all. Are you new in town or something?” “Actually,” Rebecca said, “I’ve lived here almost all of my life.” “How is that possible? I mean, I don’t personally know every single person in the community, but the town’s not that big. Surely, I would have seen you somewhere around, but I haven’t. I don’t even know your name.” “I’m Rebecca.” “I’d shake your hand,” Jules said with a grin, “but …” Rebecca couldn’t help but return the infectious smile before sighing. “You’ve probably heard of my brother, Danny. He’s a bit more outgoing than I am.” “Oh … the homeschool kids. Now that you mention it, I think I do remember that he had a sister. Twins, right?” “That’s us.” “Okay,” Jules said, “so I get why I never saw you at school or anything, but I don’t remember seeing you at any of the festivals or out shopping or even at the theater.” Rebecca shrugged, setting her large breasts jiggling. That made her uncomfortable even though there was only an equally unclad girl around to see it. “My first attempts at making friends in my neighborhood didn’t go very well, so I guess I just became a bit of a recluse. It’s okay, though. I like being alone. I read, like, all the time, a hundred books a year at least.” She wished she was inside one of them right now. That way, she’d be assured that, somehow, everything would turn out okay. If it was a romance, she’d probably even end up with a new boyfriend by the end of it. “You never had any friends?” Jules asked. “None at all?” “I had my brother.” Rebecca paused. “Actually, for a while, I hung out with a guy who lived across the street from me – Rick – but that ended up not going well either.” “Rick Pressly?” She nodded. “He was in a lot of my classes,” Jules said. “I remember him being a super nice guy. What happened?” “I don’t really want to talk about it. The whole thing was kind of embarrassing.” Jules laughed. “The two of us are completely naked together. I’ve watched you almost cum twice. How much more embarrassed can you get?” True. Besides, they still had a while to wait to make sure that Steven wasn’t going to show up. What else were they going to do but talk. “Fine,” Rebecca said. “Years ago, like pre high school, I found out that he and another girl in the neighborhood, one who’d always bullied me, had played doctor.” “And you were jealous?” “Not in the way you’re thinking. I mean, I never had any illusion that he’d want to go out with me or anything.” “He’s a nice guy and all, but it wasn’t like girls were falling all over him or anything,” Jules said. “Why wouldn’t he want to?” Rebecca didn’t respond. “Never mind, then,” Jules said, clearly frustrated. “Please continue your story.” “Anyway, I guess I was a bit short with him for a while and, after I made one too many snide comments about it, he confronted me. I told him that it hurt my feelings that he did that with her because he obviously didn’t want to see my body. He acted all shocked and told me that he would love to see me naked, but he knew that I was too shy. I protested, and the end result was that we decided to do a round of you show me yours and I’ll show you mine with him going first.” Rebecca hung her head. “Do I really have to tell you the rest of this?” “You’ve got me totally hooked now, girl!” Rebecca sighed again. “He was totally right, of course. I was way too shy to take off my clothes and let him see me, so, after he went through with his end of the deal …” Her voice choked. “We were in his room, and I ran out while he was getting dressed. For days, I dodged his calls, and, when he finally forced me to face him, I implied that I had deliberately tricked him into getting naked.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “He was so mad at me,” she said. “I mean, no one has ever been that angry with me before or since. He called me dishonorable and all kinds of other stuff, told me he could never trust me again. I thought that things would, you know, blow over, but we’ve never spoken a word to each other since. He won’t even so much as wave when we pass each other on the street.” “That’s so sad,” Jules said, rubbing her cheek against Rebecca’s shoulder. The contact, so fresh on the heels of telling that particular story, was a stark reminder of how much of Rebecca was on display. A fresh wave of shame washed through her and, with it, came renewed arousal. She’d been so close to cumming so many times tonight only to be denied each time. Her nipples hardened, and she whimpered. “What’s wrong?” Jules asked. “N-Nothing.” “Something obviously is.” Jules paused. “You know, the best way to make a friend is to open yourself up to it. Let yourself be vulnerable even though it’s scary. Take a chance.” God! She was right. Rebecca grimaced as she decided to follow the advice. “It’s just that I’m so … so … you know.” “No, I don’t. So, so what?” “Uh … excited? You know, excited? From not … uh, finishing?” Jules eyes widened. “Oh.” Then, she laughed. “It’s okay. Really. Personally, I’m so horny that I’m ready to burst. I’d give anything to have my boyfriend here right now.” God! TMI. But, at the same time, Rebecca felt comforted to know she wasn’t alone. “Hey,” Jules said. “If you’d be willing to return the favor, I could … help you out?” “What? No! I’m not … you know. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I’m just not …” “I’m not either,” Jules said, “but … any port in a storm? I don’t know about you, but the metaphorical rain is coming down pretty darn hard on me right now.” Rebecca wanted to recoil from the girl. After all, a lot of their naked bodies were touching each other, and that contact suddenly took on a lot different meaning than just banding together for comfort. The thought of finally getting off, though, was a powerful temptation, even if it meant a girl – a very pretty girl – was the one doing it. Even if it meant doing the same to the girl. “I’ve never done anything like that,” Rebecca said. “I’m not sure if I’d know what to do.” “I’ve never went further than kissing and a little groping with another girl,” Jules said, “and that was just to entertain guys, you know? I think we can figure it out, though. I mean, considering how inept some of the boys who have went down on me were, how hard can it be?” With all the talk of sex, Rebecca’s pussy was throbbing. “I-If you … If you don’t mind …” “Spread your legs.” There was no hesitation or room for equivocation in the tone, and Rebecca immediately complied. Since the other girl was laying on her back and had her hands bound behind her, it took a while, though, to maneuver into position. Rebecca tensed, her juices flowing, as she waited. She couldn’t believe what was about to happen, what she was allowing another girl to do to her. Heck, not just allowing, either – what she wanted another girl to do to her. Jules finally made her way down below the spread legs and moved her head above Rebecca’s engorged clit. “I have to admit that I’m a little nervous,” Jules said. “Y-You don’t … You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I know I’m not …” “Stop that!” Jules said. “You’re pretty and, as far as I can tell, a wonderful person. I’m glad that my first time with a girl is going to be with you.” Rebecca’s face flushed. Her embarrassment and all other thoughts left her head, though, as Jules’ tongue made contact. Nothing besides a loofah and Rebecca’s own fingers had ever touched that part of her body, and the difference in having someone else do it was immense. She liked it. She liked it a lot. She started panting almost immediately. Pressure in desperate need of relief built quickly. “Yes,” Rebecca moaned. “Oh God, yes!” In an embarrassingly short time, the other girl’s wet manipulations had taken her right to the edge. She was close, so very close. Lights swept the treetops above them. Tires crunched gravel. A car. Jules’ head rose, taking her wonderful tongue with it. “What’s that?” Rebecca didn’t know what or who it was. It could be Steven or Carly or the police. For all she cared, it could be a bus filled with a varsity football team. All she wanted was just to finally finish. “I better go check,” Jules said. A Rebecca was left frustrated and wanting – needing – more, dread seeped slowly into her. Who was there for them? Did whoever it was bring salvation or a fresh hell? She shivered, knowing, for good or ill, she’d find out soon. Chapter Twenty Two Rebecca was laying on her back in the tall grass growing on a steep slope. Other than the plastic zip tie binding her hands behind her, not a single thing covered any of her body. Her knees were bent so that the soles of her feet were on the ground, and her legs were spread wide. Even though darkness concealed her almost completely and there was no one, to the best of her knowledge, looking at her, the thought of how much of her most intimate place was exposed normally would have filled her with intense shame. Instead, she barely even considered it. Her mind was consumed with her need for an orgasm. She panted heavily, her rising chest imparting motion to her unfettered breasts with each rise and fall. She’d been so, so close to finishing. Jules’ tongue had felt so, so good. Then, a car had come and that amazing, wonderful tongue had been pulled away from its best possible use. The longer Rebecca laid there, the more her breathing came under control and the more her libido recovered from being thwarted once again. With her mind freed to consider other matters, she began to worry. Jules had gone to check out who was in the car. She was naked and bound and vulnerable. At that very moment, she was putting herself in a very potentially dangerous situation. Even though Rebecca had known the pretty blonde for only a short time, they’d been through a lot together. She felt like there might be a possibility of a real friendship there, something she’d craved for so long and basically given up hope of ever achieving. Her apprehension increased with each second, and she flopped over on her belly in order to see what was going on. Jules crept toward the top of the rise, her head almost level with the surface of the pavement. Keeping herself low to the ground meant she really had to bend her legs, spreading them wide for balance. Even though there wasn’t much light, there was enough, and Rebecca saw a part of a woman’s body that she’d never seen on anybody besides herself and at an angle she’d never experienced. Her breath caught. Jules’ head popped high enough to see into the parking lot, and she let out a relieved sigh. “It’s Steven. Come on up.” She said that like it was no big deal, like prancing around in front of a guy they barely knew clad in only their birthday suits was totally cool. Just because he’d already seen them didn’t mean it wasn’t embarrassing when he saw them again, not to Rebecca, anyway. She didn’t have much choice, though. Any choice, really. This was her best, perhaps only, opportunity to get home without being arrested. By the time she struggled to her feet and managed to get up the steep incline, Steven was standing outside his car with Jules facing him. “Can you get this zip tie off now?” Jules asked. “Crap!” Steven said. “I totally forgot to bring a knife.” Yeah. Right. He forgot. “What about cutting them with the edge of your keys?” Jules asked. “These are too strong for that, made for commercial use. They actually have thin piece of metal running down the middle. You’re going to need a strong serrated knife or a pair of kitchen shears to get them off.” Jules pursed her lips, obviously not happy with him. “Fine. Can you at least open the car door for us?” “Sure.” Ostensibly in order to close the door after they’d crawled inside, he stood there watching a Jules climbed in the passenger side and made her way over to sit behind the driver’s seat. There’d been no way for her to do all that and keep her legs together, and, between floodlights mounted to the back of the strip mall and the car’s dome light, everything she had was displayed. Rebecca cringed at the sight that both she and Steven had gotten. At the same time, though, she felt kind of tingly. Attributing it to the stress of the night and to not having achieved release yet, she disregarded it. She had more important things to worry about. It was her turn to enter the car. Fortunately, she was to sit in the seat nearest the door, meaning she didn’t have to climb over and give him a full view of herself from behind. She did, however, have to part her legs in order to step in, and she grimaced at how much of herself was on display to his view. Almost worse than that brief show was the attention attracted by her breasts. There was simply no way to keep them from wobbling about all over the place, drawing his gaze like flies to honey. He was completely entranced by them. After settling into her seat, she shuddered at the expression on his face, and the motion made her boobs jiggle that much more. God! Things couldn’t possibly get any more humiliating. Of course, she was wrong. Very, very wrong. Chapter Twenty Three Even though Rebecca wasn’t exactly comfortable being naked and bound inside a stranger’s car, she was very glad to be surrounded by the steel and glass. Combined with the dark of night, it provided her with more shelter and a sense of safety than she’d felt since first having her towel ripped off. As Steven drove slowly toward the parking lot exit, he asked the girls where they lived, and they both gave the names of their neighborhoods. “Well,” he said, “Jules’ house is on the complete opposite side of town from where I live, but … uh, I didn’t catch your name …” “Yeah,” Rebecca said. “Let’s just leave me anonymous.” There wasn’t anything she trusted about this guy. “Okay. Anyway, you’re only about a mile or so from my parents’ house. Are y’all cool with both heading that direction?” “Can you get me something to wear and take me home?” Jules asked Rebecca. “Sure. Not a problem at all.” She paused. “What were you doing in my neighborhood, though?” “John and Carly live near you. She’d picked me up so we could hang out. It was supposed to be a bonding thing while he’s out of town.” Jules’ tone was bitter. Carly had a lot to answer for. Leaving the two of them undressed with no way to get home was mean and vindictive and dangerous. “My place is fine,” Rebecca told Steven. At first, the ride went as perfectly as being completely naked in the backseat of a car whose male driver was basically a stranger could possibly go. Well before the entrance to her neighborhood, though, he turned onto a side street in a residential area. “Uh … Where are you going?” Rebecca asked. “This isn’t the way to my house.” “Just a second,” Steven said. A moment later, he turned right on another road and, after another thousand feet or so, pulled to a stop on the side of the road. After putting the car in park and shutting off the engine, he turned to look at them. Rebecca’s heart started racing. They were in a very vulnerable condition, making the situation extremely dangerous. This guy could do literally anything to them and there wasn’t much they could do about it. Her entire body tensed. Jules’ face clouded. She was clearly not pleased about this turn of events either. “Calm down,” he said. “I’m not going to do anything. I promised not to touch either one of you, and I mean to keep that promise.” “Why did you stop, then?” Jules asked. “Because my deal with you was to give you a ride. I did not, however, specify where I’d be giving you a ride to, and, frankly, I don’t feel obligated to go out of my way to deliver you to your doorstep.” He pointed at a ravine off to the right. “That’s a creek bed that is mostly dry right now. I played there a lot as a kid, and, as far as I remember, it will take you pretty much all the way to the neighborhood you want to go to. There are houses on both sides for about a quarter mile. After that, it’s basically woods. Should be a relatively easy trip for you.” “You’re really going to make us walk the rest of the way home?” Jules asked. “We’re naked.” “That’s not my fault.” “Our hands are tied behind our backs!” Jules yelled. “We have no way to defend ourselves! That part absolutely your fault.” He shrugged. “You made the deal to let me. There was nothing mentioned about me having to release you.” God! This guy was so infuriating. “Look, I think I’ve been more than fair,” he said. “You never even completed your end of the deal.” Rebecca’s breath caught. In a way, he was right. She’d been interrupted before he could see her finish. “In spite of your failure,” he said, “I deleted the video like I promised. I drove you a lot closer to where you’re going than you were before. I even pointed out a route that should get you there undetected.” “What about when we get to my neighborhood?” Rebecca asked. “I think I know where that creek comes out, and it’s nowhere near home. Anything could happen as we try to get to my house. Do you really want it on your conscience if something happens to us? Please! You must have some kind of basic human decency, right?” He frowned. “Well, maybe I could drive you directly to your house if you want …” “Yes,” Rebecca said. “Please.” “We just need to come to another arrangement first,” he said. Rebecca was stunned. The guy obviously had more sexually perverse fantasies he wanted to try out on them. “You’re a monster, an absolute monster.” “Hey, all I’m doing is offering to do a deal. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to take it.” Jules let out a resigned sigh. “Fine. Just tell us what you want.” Rebecca hunched her shoulders, knowing that, whatever came out of him, she wasn’t going to like it. Chapter Twenty Four Jules was not happy about Steven trying to get her and Rebecca to go even farther than they already had. After all, they were naked with their hands tied behind their backs in his car. Only John had seen as much of Jules’ body for an extended period of time, and she was positive that, before tonight, no one had ever seen as much of Rebecca. Steven should have been content with what he had. On the other hand, Jules could understand where he was coming from. He was socially awkward at best, and she couldn’t imagine him getting a lot of play with women. An incredible opportunity had fallen into his lap. In one way, he’d be an idiot not to take advantage. And, so far, he’d been pretty upfront about what he wanted and upheld his deals, if sticking more to the letter of the agreement than she would have preferred. She was willing to at least listen to his proposal. Best case scenario, it would be something that wasn’t too bad for her to do. If he came up with something truly awful, maybe she’d be able to negotiate something that she could live with. Worst case, she and Rebecca could hoof it back to her neighborhood. Having gotten a ride this far, they were a whole heck of a lot better off than they’d been when they were stuck behind the strip mall. “Well,” he said, “though I’m definitely going to uphold my no touching agreement, I wanted to kind of amend our prior arrangement to clarify that no part of my body would touch any parts of your bodies.” Jules didn’t understand the distinction he was trying to make. “Go on …” “I did want, however, for something from, uh, inside my body to be allowed to, um, touch your bodies?” “What?” Rebecca asked. “I don’t even know what that means.” “It means that he wants to cum on us,” Jules said. “Huh?” “He wants to take out his pecker, rub it, and ejaculate on us. Isn’t that right?” Steven nodded enthusiastically. “Dude!” Rebecca exclaimed. “No way! Gross!” Jules shook her head at the refusal. “Just to clarify, we let you cum on us, and you drive us all the way to Rebecca’s house, park, wait to make sure the way is completely clear, and let us out? No further deals. All through and all done, right?” “Yes. Exactly.” His eyes swiveled between the two naked girls, taking in every part of them below the necks. “I’ve wanted for so long to do that. I never thought …” He literally looked like he was going to burst with excitement. Jules snickered. He was going to burst, all right. “You cannot be seriously considering this,” Rebecca said to Jules. “Why not? He’s not asking for sex or even a blowjob. All we have to do is stand there.” “Uh,” he said. “Kneel, actually. Definitely kneel. With your legs spread.” Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “That’s disgusting, completely, totally disgusting.” “Would we do this in the car or outside?” Jules asked, ignoring the outburst. “Out. The ravine should give us privacy.” Jules nodded. “Can she stay in the car? You can cum on me.” He started to answer, but Rebecca interrupted. “No! I won’t let you do that. We’re in this together.” “Be reasonable. I’m not exactly enthusiastic about letting him do that, but I can definitely live with it. Really, it’s not that big of a deal, definitely preferable to traipsing through a creek bed and down who knows how many streets lined with houses trying not to be seen.” Jules turned to Steven. “I’m willing to do it. If you’ll agree to let her remain behind while we take care of business, you’ve got a deal.” “Sure,” he said. “I’d rather both, but I’ll take what I can get.” “I’d shake on it, but …” Jules shrugged and gestured her head toward her bound hands. “Great.” He practically jumped out of the car, and opened Jules’ door as if afraid she’d change her mind if he didn’t do it fast enough. After staring at her swaying tits as she exited the vehicle, he started to close the door. “Wait!” Rebecca said. “I’m coming, too. I can’t let you go through this alone.” Jules was touched by the other girl’s offer. “I’ve got this. You really don’t have to-” “Yes,” Rebecca said firmly, “I do. Just … Just … let me do this, okay?” Jules reluctantly nodded, and Steven circled around the car to let Rebecca out. The good thing was that their latest agreement shouldn’t take too long to fulfill, and, after that, he’d drive them to Rebecca’s house. Clothes waited for them inside, and they’d be able to find something to cut the zip ties. It had been an exciting evening for Jules, but things had gone a lot further than she’d even imagined possible. She felt really exposed and vulnerable and was ready for it to be over. Soon, it all would be. So much had already happened that she thought it improbable that anything else could possibly go wrong. Chapter Twenty Five Rebecca couldn’t believe that she’d volunteered for what was about to happen. Instead of remaining inside the car, safe from prying eyes and the perverted act that Steven wished to inflict upon her and Jules, she was trudging along behind him as he led them into the creek bed. Like he’d promised, there was no water running through it. It was, however, more well lit than she would have preferred, and the backs of houses abutted both sides less than a hundred feet away. Not exactly the most private location for walking when anybody looking would see every part of her naked body. She would never get used to being outside without any clothes on. Worse than someone just seeing her body – if she could even imagine the concept of that dreadful proposition being qualified with “just” – was that any spectator might be able to view the vile, disgusting act that Steven had planned. He stopped about fifty yards from the road at a place where trees and lower growth blocked views from both banks. An overhead light, though a ways distant, unfortunately provided plenty of light for them to see. Steven bent and did something, but, from her position behind him, she couldn’t tell what. Jules apparently couldn’t either because, keeping her voice low, she asked him about it. “I was removing some rocks from the dirt,” he replied in a similar tone. “I didn’t want them to hurt your knees.” Rebecca sighed. He was a total dweeb, and she kind of hated him for all that he had made and was making them do. At least, though, he was thoughtful. As she knelt where her directed, she tried not to think about what was about to happen. Her legs sank slightly into the soft dirt, and, grimacing, she spread them to fully expose her private place. Beside her, their bodies nearly touching, Jules did the same. Rebecca was mortified at the display that she was creating, that the two of them were creating. Steven clearly appreciated it, though. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning gleefully examining the incredible bounty that had somehow been delivered to him. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he would have actually rubbed his hands together. Instead, his fingers went to the front of his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them. God! This was really happening. He was really about to do this. Standing way too close to the two naked girls and just about centered on the small gap between them, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of both his khakis and whatever it was that he wore underneath. “Wait,” Rebecca said. “I don’t have to … to … to watch, do I?” “Well,” he said, “I think that you sh-” “No,” Jules said. “There was nothing in the agreement about watching you.” “True enough,” he admitted reluctantly. Rebecca shut her eyes. Her only real experience seen a guy’s … thing … was that time with Rick. Despite what happened between them after, it was a good memory for her. She’d prefer not to taint it by associating it with the grossness that was about to happen. Cloth rustled as, presumably, he pushed his pants and underwear down. Then, there were sounds of movement. Rebecca had no desire to even consider what those motions represented. Very soon after, Steven grunted. A warm, wet glob of something landed on Rebecca’s cheek. She shuddered. Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! The only thing that kept her from voicing her disgust out loud was the fear that opening her mouth would give him a new target. A second later, something fell on her right breast. Then, a second after that, one hit her left breast. A final one landed on her stomach. She shuddered again. This was the most disgusting, degrading, dehumanizing, revolting thing that had ever happened to her. A guy she’d never even met before tonight, a guy she wasn’t attracted to at all, had spurted his … stuff … all over her. Ew! She couldn’t even imagine a more humiliating activity. From the sounds, he was pulling up his pants and refastening them. She waited until he’d stopped moving around before she opened her eyes. “That was amazing!” he said. “Even better than I thought it would be. If you ever would consider doing this again, you can name whatever you want from me.” For most of the night, Rebecca had desired exactly two things – to cover her nudity and to have an orgasm. The two had intensely competed for which held the higher priority in her mind. Literally no possible wish could have had a greater importance than one of the two. Now, though, her absolute greatest desire was to shower. She wanted the filth off of her. Words could not describe how dirty she felt. Maybe if he had been a guy she liked or, better, she was in a caring relationship with, having him do what he’d done to her would be okay. At the moment, though, both him and his act thoroughly revolted her. “There is no way that is ever going to happen,” she said. “Never. Not for anything. Period.” He looked at Jules. “Yeah, no,” she said. “I can’t even imagine such a situation.” “Oh well,” he said. “Thank you for upholding your end of the deal.” Rebecca started to struggle to her feet. It wasn’t easy rising without using her hands at all. “Is there … Is there any way you could wipe … this … off of me?” “Sorry,” he said, his face beaming. “That wasn’t part of our agreement.” The bastard! The way he stared at her, at the lumps of rapidly drying semen marring her skin, he was clearly getting off on the fact that he’d marked her in this way. Rebecca shuddered yet again. She’d just gone through the most humiliating experience of her life, but, at least, it was over. All she had to do was make it back to the car, and he’d drive them back to her house. This horrid naked night was almost over. “Hey!” someone shouted from one of the houses. “Who’s out there? Show yourselves or I’m calling the police!” Chapter Twenty Six Once Rebecca had gotten into Steven’s backseat, she’d thought that the danger of being arrested was past, that all she had to do was duck down and ride to her house. Her relief had been palpable. Apparently, though, she’d been wrong, not only about being delivered right to her door but about being hauled off to jail, too. She found herself in just as vulnerable a position now as she was in the drainage ditch behind the strip mall. Still completely naked. Hands still bound. Still outside in a relatively public area. The only difference now was that she had Steven’s warm, sticky semen drying on her face and breasts and stomach. After the relief of her previous escape, being thrown back into peril near about crushed her. She wanted to collapse onto the ground and cry. Instead, she froze in terror, waiting for the next shoe to drop. “It’s just me, Mrs. Crenshaw. Steven Munchak, from down the street?” “Steven? Little Stevie? What are you doing back there?” Jules snickered at the Little Stevie reference, and he cast a harsh glare at her. “I was driving by on my way home from work, and a dog darted past my car,” Steven lied. “Considering the danger from coyotes around here, I thought I’d try to catch it and get it to safety. See if it had a collar to tell me who it belonged to.” “Did you find it?” Mrs. Crenshaw yelled. “No, ma’am. It got away.” “Aw, that’s too bad,” she yelled. “What don’t you come inside for a nice cup of hot cocoa?” Hot cocoa? Really? In the middle of the summer? “I’m sorry, Mrs. C, but I think I should keep looking. I’m sure the owner is worried sick.” “Good thinking, dear. I’ve got a flashlight. I’ll be right out to help. We can do the cocoa after.” God! This woman just wouldn’t give up, and, when she came out, she’d surely see the two naked girls. She’d call the police for sure. Steven turned to the girls and shrugged, mouthing the word, “Sorry.” “That’s okay, Mrs. C,” he said. “It could have gotten anywhere by now. I’ll come in for a mug.” He made his way up the embankment on the side of the creek bed. As much as Rebecca detested him at the moment, she also didn’t want him to go. He was their ride home. “What do we do now?” “Wait,” I guess,” Jules said. “Hopefully, he’ll come back as soon as he can and give us that ride.” With the immediate danger past, Rebecca’s mind turned to her next highest concern, the absolute disgusting globs of … fluid … drying on her body. She shuddered violently. “What’s wrong?” Jules hissed. “His … His stuff is all over me. It’s ew! Just ew!” Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that Jules didn’t seem to have a drop of it on her. “Why did he do that to me and not you? You’re the pretty one. Am I so repulsive that he felt the need to humiliate me?” “Rebecca! No! He was staring at you the whole time. Think of it as a compliment. He liked your curves so much that he focused on you and not me.” Ugh! Even if that was true, it was a tribute she really could have done without. “It’s so disgusting!” Rebecca said. “I just want it off me.” “It’s not that bad, but, if you really want it off …” Jules paused. “Here. Lay down on your back.” “What? Why?” “Just do it.” Rebecca had no idea what the other girl had in mind, but she did as she was told. Jules laid down on her stomach nearby. When both were settled, she leaned over and put her lips over the dripping spot on Rebecca’s face. Jules’ tongue licked up all the cum. “That’s so gross,” Rebecca said. “How can you do that?” “It’s really not that bad. I blow John all the time. I’m used to the taste.” Rebecca shuddered again. “Ew!” “Do you want it off you or not?” “Yeah. Please. Thank you.” Jules struggled up to her knees, a difficult proposition with her hands bound behind her back, finally resting her head against Rebecca’s right boob. Again, a tongue flicked out, removing all the offending fluid. Once everything was up, though, it kept right on licking, caressing the entire breast and nipple. Rebecca let out a soft moan and started to pant, almost forgetting entirely about the original reason for the attention. With a grin, Jules moved onto the other breast and gave it the same treatment before repositioning herself between Rebecca’s legs to reach the spot that had landed on her stomach. “What me to continue?” Jules asked after she’d cleaned up the last of the cum. “Yes, please. Oh God, please!” Then that warm, wet, wonderful tongue found Rebecca’s clit, and she let out more moans as her breathing grew ragged. It didn’t take long for pressure to build, and she felt an orgasm building. She was close. So, so close. Finally, she was about to experience the sweet release she’d been craving all night. The tongue moved down. Rebecca widened her leg and scooched down to grant better access to the opening of her hot, wet hole. So close. The tongue explored the entrance to her pussy before darting inside. So, so close. She clenched her mouth tightly closed in anticipation. This was going to be so good, and a small part of her remembered that she couldn’t afford to draw any attention. Though she was almost oblivious to her surroundings and everything else by that point, a loud rustling in the nearby brush drew her attention. There was a low growling. The tongue retreated. “What?” she panted. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” A four legged creature stepped out from behind a bush on the opposite side of the creek bed. A dog. No, not a dog. A coyote. Two more joined it. They were growling. “Shit!” Jules said. “Get up. We’ve got to protect ourselves!” Chapter Twenty Seven Rebecca was mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. This night had been a constant series of humiliating experiences, each more crazy than the last. She’d been outside naked for hours, a lot of that time with her hands bound behind her. More than anything, she just wanted to get dressed and crawl into a nice, warm bed. Well, she wanted that more than almost anything. After getting so close to an orgasm so, so many times, what she really wanted most was just to cum. But she kept getting interrupted. If it would have been anything other than a pack of wild animals, she would have begged Jules to ignore the most current disturbance. The growling and the bared teeth, however, terrified Rebecca enough to get her ass in gear. She flopped over on her belly and got her knees underneath her. She pressed her head against the steep incline of the creek bed to push her to her feet. “What do we do?” “Back away from them,” Jules said. “Throw stuff. Rocks. Sticks.” With her hands tied, Rebecca couldn’t exactly pick up a rock to throw. As she backed away, she tried to kick a stick in the direction of the animals, but it landed far from them, not appearing to bother them in the slightest. “This isn’t working,” Rebecca hissed. “We only have one choice, but you’re not going to like it.” “What?” “Make lots of noise. Yell,” Jules said. “It’ll scare them off.” “It’ll also attract everybody in the neighborhood, including Mrs. Crenshaw!” Jules shrugged. “It’s that or be bitten.” Ugh! How did they keep getting into these situations? Why couldn’t all this just end? Rebecca really, really didn’t want anyone else to see her naked body. At the same time, she even more didn’t want to get bitten. Those things could have rabies or something. She gritted her teeth. “Fine.” They both started yelling. “Get on out of here!” “Shoo!” “Leave us alone, damnit!” “Scram!” It didn’t take much to scare off the coyotes, but they’d been right about the other effect the commotion would cause. Lights started coming on in all the surrounding houses. “What do we do now?” Rebecca asked. There was no way they could just slink back down in the creek bed to wait for Steven. Too many people had heard them. Someone would surely come out to investigate. “Run!” Jules yelled. Chapter Twenty Eight Before tonight, Rebecca had never run without a bra on – since developing boobs anyway. She certainly never had run without either a shirt or a bra on. And she absolutely positively had never run without a stitch of clothing protecting her body, to the extent of not even wearing shoes. She didn’t like it. At all. Everything wobbled and jiggled. Her thighs. Her ass. Her stomach. The fat bounced and shuddered with each step. Worst, of course, were her big breasts. They took on a life of their own, her hard nipples flapping in the breeze as the rounded masses reached up to slap her in the face over and over again. And did seemingly every footfall have to end with her finding a bit of sharp bark or a rock or a knobby stick? Her feet hurt! The discomfort, however, was worth it if it prevented more people from seeing her naked body. She followed as close to Jules as she could as they sprinted as fast as the terrain of the dry creek bed would allow. If they could just get far enough away from where they’d had to scream to scare off the coyotes, maybe the rest of their journey home wouldn’t be as bad as they feared. Soon after she’d finally reached full speed, though, Jules suddenly stumbled to a halt. Rebecca nearly plowed over her, barely managing not to tumble herself. “Wha-” Rebecca slammed her mouth shut as a powerful floodlight swept across an clearing in the trees, illuminating bright as day the area in front of them. No wonder Jules had stopped. If they kept going, whoever directed the beam would surely see them. “Who’s out there?” a voice yelled from in front of them. Not good. There was someone along the path before them alert for their passage and surely more people coming out to investigate behind them. Neither direction led to safety. “What now?” Rebecca whispered. Jules gestured with her head over to the right. “That way.” They were well past Mrs. Crenshaw’s house, and a copse was right beside it. With no idea where it led, going through it would be a risk, but they had no other choice. Anything was better than being caught naked and bound as they were. Rebecca nodded. Jules took off, this time moving a lot slower as she tried to minimize the noise they were making. “I can hear you in the woods!” the voice yelled. “I’m calling the cops!” Crap! Their attempts at stealth had failed miserably. Their only shot at escape was to make a run for it. Jules accelerated into a sprint as she dodged trees. Rebecca concentrated on staying as close as she could to the other naked girl’s ass. Hurtling through a forested area in the dark was a terrifying experience, especially with the fear of pursuit driving one forward. Especially especially when one was a naked girl who feared even being seen. Especially especially especially when one was a naked girl who feared being arrested. Every low shrub and fallen trunk was a trip hazard, and, without the use of her hands to protect her face, running into a tree or falling would be disastrous. The wooded area was like the world’s worst, most dangerous obstacle course, and navigating it in the dark required all of her effort not to faceplant into something or lose her balance. That was why, when Jules again suddenly came to a complete stop, Rebecca didn’t notice in time. Her much heavier body slammed into her new friend. Jules was propelled forward, off balance. She stumbled and lurched head first toward the ground. No, not the ground. The pavement. She’d halted because she’d reached a road. Rebecca’s inadvertent push had sent Jules sprawling into the middle of the street. Fast moving headlights illuminated her naked form as she fell, contorting so that the hard concrete impacted her shoulder instead of her face or head, directly into the path of the oncoming vehicle. Having avoided one catastrophic outcome, it appeared the next one would be even worse. Tires squealed as the car bore down on the prone girl. Rebecca, horrified, was positive that it wasn’t going to stop in time. Chapter Twenty Nine So far, Rebecca and Jules had risked ridicule and humiliation. The worst that could have happened to them was everyone finding out that they’d streaked the town and having videos of their naked bodies distributed to everyone they knew and being arrested. None of those outcomes was pleasant to consider at all. And, okay, none of those was actually the true worst case scenario. The possibility of something involuntary being forced upon them that was of a more carnal nature was always in the back of Rebecca’s mind. She tried hard, however, to avoid even thinking of that happening. What faced Jules now, though, was worse even than that. She might be killed, her young life cut tragically short. Rebecca didn’t even want to watch but could not seem to tear her eyes away. The car hurtled toward Jules. There was no time for the vehicle to swerve. It was too close. The driver stood on the brakes. The only chance that Jules had of surviving was if it somehow stopped in time. Otherwise, it was two thousand pounds of steel versus barely more than a hundred of skin and bone. There was no question of the outcome if an impact occurred. Rebecca screamed. Tires squealed. Rubber smoked. With a mere inch to spare, the car halted. Jules’ tense form sank down onto the pavement. Tears of relief streaked down Rebecca’s face. She rushed out into the street. “Are you okay?” “That hurt like hell, but … yeah. I think so.” Jules twisted so that she lay on her back. Her shoulder was scraped badly, bleeding from multiple cuts. “We need to get some bandages on that.” “I’m more worried about what’s about to happen when the people inside the car get out,” Jules said. The driver’s side door opened, and Rebecca let out an, “Eek!” She’d been so concerned for her friend that she hadn’t even considered that she’d just revealed her nude body to someone else, maybe even more than one someone. There wasn’t anything she could do, though. Without use of her hands, there was no way to get Jules on her feet before the driver came close, and Rebecca absolutely refused to leave her friend. A brunette wearing heavy makeup and a fuchsia dress that barely came down past the bottom of her buttocks got out. “What the fuck is going on here? I mean, what the actual fuck! Why are you naked? And what the fuck were you thinking running out in front of me?” Her jaw dropped when she reached the front fender. “Jules?” “Hey, Tina.” “You’re naked … and your hands are tied behind you? God! This is a story I’ve got to hear!” “Can it wait until we’re in your car?” Jules asked. “I think someone back there called the cops.” Rebecca tensed. Her fate had once again placed in the hands of a completely unknown person, and she had no idea what was going to happen next. Chapter Thirty Once again, Rebecca found herself butt ass naked in the back of a stranger’s car, and, of course of course of course, Tina didn’t have anything at all to cover either of them or a knife to cut the zip tie. At least, she’d driven them away from the site of their near disaster, so the danger of being arrested again diminished greatly. After she pulled into her driveway, she’d put the car in park and turned to hear the story. Jules obliged, leaving out very little – too little to Rebecca’s way of thinking. “So,” Jules said, “that’s about it. Will you help us?” “Where do you live?” Tina asked Rebecca, who gave her address. Tina smiled. “Awesome. That’s in the same neighborhood as the party I’m going to. I was just finishing up a date and about to grab a few cases on beer before heading over there. Give me just a second.” And with that, she got out of the car and disappeared inside her house. Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that the girl had never answered the question. “Can we trust her?” Jules sighed. “I truly don’t know. She’s not a bad person, but she’s … wild. Really wild. I’ve seen her strip naked in front of a roomful of people any number of times.” Great. Just great. Several minutes of tense silence followed until Tina returned. After stowing several items, presumably the aforementioned beer, in the trunk, she threw a duffle bag on the passenger’s seat and again sat behind the steering wheel. She didn’t say a word as she pulled out of the driveway. “Did you … Did you happen to grab a knife or scissors?” Jules asked. “I did.” “Good.” Another silence ensued as Tina drove to the front of her neighborhood and turned in the correct direction. At least they were getting close to home. “Are you going to cut us loose?” Jules asked. “Eventually.” Rebecca did not like the sound of that. The car turned into her neighborhood soon after, though, and, for that, she was extremely thankful. Instead of turning right at the correct street, though, Tina kept straight. “Uh …” Rebecca said. “You missed the turn.” “No. Not really.” “Where are we going?” Jules asked, her voice alarmed. “To the party,” Tina said. “This is going to be so much fun!” Jules’ eyes narrowed. “What, exactly, is going to be so much fun?” Ahead, parked cars lined the road on both sides, obviously the party was nearby. Tina pulled behind one of the vehicles and put hers into park. “Don’t worry. I brought these.” She pulled two black ski masks out of the duffle and held then up. “What are those for?” Jules asked urgently. “To hide your faces, of course.” “Why do we need to hide our faces?” “Well, I guess you don’t have to,” Tina said, “but I thought you might want to conceal your identities when you streak the party.”

Vacation of My Dreams Ch. 01 byFunWithDahlia© Part 1- The Intro --- Hi. I'm Angie. My exhibitionist streak started after the youngest of my two kids went to kindergarten. The day I dropped my little one off at school for the first time, my Stay-At-Home Mom identity started to crack. I cleaned and cooked during the day but it didn't occupy enough of my time. I had been going non-stop for eight straight years with my kids demanding all of my time and suddenly I was adrift from that way of living. I talked to my husband, Scott, about my crisis. "Angie," he told me, "you've worked your ass off the last eight years taking care of our two kids. Enjoy yourself! Watch soap operas. Work on your tan. Drink cosmos with your friends in the afternoons. I don't care as long as you reward yourself for raising our babies!" So, I took his advice. I started watching soap operas and getting wrapped up in the drama. I loved the desire and passion of them and decided to search for romance stories online. I'm from a very conservative religious background. I grew up thinking of sex as bad and nudity as a sin of some kind. I never slept with Scott before we got married and I still didn't let him see me naked that often. It just felt "dirty." So you can imagine my naivete when I searched for "romance stories online" and wound up on an erotica website. I didn't realize what I was reading until I was already hooked on the story. In my mind's eye, I was the woman I was reading about. The resort employee was pulling off my bikini. He was oiling my body. He was fingering me in front of everyone at the pool. I was the one having the mind-blowing orgasm. Before I knew it, I was naked on the office chair, my legs wide open and feet pressing on the desk in front of me. My fingers worked my clit just like the pool boy I was reading about with that woman. He was playing with me as I read. Wave after wave of glorious pleasure washed over me. That morning I had woken up to sex in a way I never knew it could exist. Every morning after that day I had a routine- after I dropped off the kids at school I would race home and read a story or two. Lunch was cleaning time and my afternoons were filled with working out to lose the baby weight I still had and/or tanning nude on our patio. After a few months I looked as good as I had in my early twenties... and Scott started taking notice. My wardrobe of sweatpants and baggy tops had been replaced with tight, low-cut shirts and ass-hugging jeans, skirts, and shorts. I loved watching heads turn at the store or as I picked up my kids at school. I got a kick out of seeing Scott's cock bulge in his pants as I walked around in lingerie after our kids went to bed. Our love life was getting more and more exciting but I kept my erotica reading hidden from him. After months of my fantasies only happening in my mind I finally got to the point that I was ready to do something wild and thought I knew the way into it... through Scott's eyes. One night I was sucking his cock and stopped right before he blew his load. "Baby," I said as I looked up at him, "I don't like my breasts." Scott played the part of a man perfectly... he didn't say a word and just let me talk, praying that I was about to say what every man wants to hear. I held my B cups in my hands, playing with my nipples as he watched me, and told him, "Breastfeeding really took a lot of the perk out of them. I think I want to get implants. Don't say anything yet... please let me finish." He was eating this up. His cock was twitching just inches from my face. I thought he was going to cum all over me if I so little as blew on him. I kept talking, massaging his ass with one hand and caressing his balls with the other. "I know it's expensive. I know. So here's what I want to do to make it worth your while: you let me get D cups and I'll let you pick a vacation to anywhere you want this Fall. No kids. Just us. I' haven't been a good lover to you for the first fifteen years of our marriage... I know that and I'm sorry. I want to give you a vacation that is only about romance. You can play with my new breasts all you want. I'll dress extra sexy just for you and do anything you want me to do. Anything, baby. I'll be your little love slave for our whole vacation." I coyly looked up at him and took his cock into my mouth again, flicking my tongue back and forth over it. I had thrown him a softball pitch and was waiting for him to hit it out of the park. He was about to blow. His breathing was short and rapid and as he spoke it was a mixture of moaning and talking, "OK, Angie. It'll eat into our saving but if makes you happy you can do it. Can I ask for something now?" He had taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker. I slid his dick out of my mouth and said, "Sure, Scott." He looked at me and said more as a command than a request, "Let me cum on you." He hand never asked for anything like that before. I decided to let my true self come out that night. "Baby, if you let me get new tits, you can cum on me every day of our vacation. I'll rub your cum in like lotion if you want," I told him as I lay down on the floor and started fingering myself. I had never fingered myself in front of him before. At first he just stood there and watched me get off. Slowly, he joined me in masturbating and started rubbing his cock. In a flash he came all over my belly and tits. With one hand I rubbed it all over myself while I masturbated with the other. Scott didn't know what to do! He just stared at me as an orgasm built within me. I was getting my big tits I had dreamed of. I imagined all of the men who would stare at my nipples through thin shirts. I fantasized about Scott rubbing lotion on my new breasts on a beach. I moaned as I came and licked Scott's cum off of my fingers as the wave of glory subsided. Checkmate. I got my tits and he didn't even know that I wanted him to have his way with me. --- Three weeks later I got my D cups. Three months after that the kids were back in school and we were leaving for our vacation. Scott decided to keep where we were going a surprise. After giving Scott's parents the basic instructions for how to deal with the kids, we were on our way to the airport and I still had no idea where we were going... it was so nerve wracking! As we parked in Long-Term Parking Scott turned off the car and looked at me. I was expecting a happy, eager look on his face so I was quite put off when I saw that he looked nervous as he was about to talk with me. "Angie," he said, "you're not that good with computers, right?" I nodded as he kept talking. "I've been aware of your erotic story reading since you first began visiting those websites." I felt my face flush with embarrassment and my stomach sink as I realized he knew every one of my deepest darkest fantasies. I looked down at the floor of the car in humiliation but he grabbed my face and pulled it back up to meet his eyes. Scott spoke tenderly to me, "Angie, these last few months have been the best of our marriage thanks to those stories. I'm so happy you found them! You said you wanted this vacation to be all about romance and sex... so I have a choice for you. You packed your own suitcase but I also packed one for you. I'm going to get out of the car now and go to the Check-In desk to get our tickets. I want you to choose which kind of vacation we have: the one that you have planned or the one that I've planned for us in which we explore some of your fantasies. Let me be clear- if you grab the suitcase I packed for you there is no going back. What you're wearing now is the most conservative thing you'll have on the entire trip! I love you no matter what you choose, OK?" With that said, Scott passionately kissed me and got out of the car with his bag. I got out and walked over to the trunk. My heart raced as I chose the bag he packed for me. There was no going back now. "Checkmate," I thought to myself, "I thought I was in charge and he played me like a fool." He was going to have his way with me... I truly was going to be his little love slave... and I loved the thought of it. I joined him in line and found out our destination as he got to the desk- Corpus Christi, Texas. We had to change planes in Houston, where Scott made me throw away my panties and bra. We arrived at the Corpus Christi airport at about 7pm and it was just starting to get dark. We got our rental car and hit the road to leave the airport, which was in the middle of nowhere. While Scott drove he said, "Take off the rest of your clothes and throw them out of the window." We were on a long road leaving the airport which was in the middle of nowhere so I didn't really feel that nervous about it. I slid off my yoga pants and tossed 'em out. I did the same with my shirt. I was amazed at how much I trusted him and how easy that was for me to do. We were driving down a lit road and I was naked! He turned onto some little Farm road and stopped the car in the middle of corn fields. He reached into the back seat, dug through his carry on bag and pulled out a black lace thong and a thin white dress. When I say thin I mean it was just this side of sheer. As I put on the dress I realized that my panties would be visible through it. The thought made my stomach warm! Scott got back onto a main road and pulled up to Whataburger, the big local fast food joint. He stopped the car and told me, "Go in and get us some food, please." He handed me $20 and I was on my way. Heads turned as soon as I walked in. I felt my nipples pushing against the tight dress. It hugged my body and I heard a gasp as I passed a woman and she saw my panties through the dress. I had never been to a Whataburger before so it took me a while to figure out what to order for us. The entire time I studied the menu board people had their eyes on me!!! I placed my order and waited. Two guys were looking me up and down. I winked at them and got a small chuckle in return. My god it felt great to let them in on how I knew I looked. I did my best to pose for them without looking too much like I was trying. I stuck my ass out a little and threw my shoulders back so my tits pushed against the dress even further. The guys pulled out their cell phones and took a couple of pictures of me. (It still turns me on so much to know that those pictures are out there!) When my food was ready and I walked back out to the car I saw the grin on Scott's face. I was so happy we could do this together. After making a small scene in the lobby of the Omni Hotel, we went straight to our room, not to leave for the rest of the night. While we ate our fast food Scott started talking. "A few ground rules, Angie," he said to me, "First, I'll be dressing you this vacation... just like I did tonight. I've got something special picked out for everything we'll do together. Second, I've got a choker collar for you. If I make it part of your outfit, I'm not asking you to do something... I'm telling you to do something. You'll be my slave, just like you said you'd be that night you asked me for those breasts." He had thought this out well. I felt myself getting aroused and, since my dress was see through, Scott could see that I was getting hot. What did the next few days have in store for me?! Vacation of My Dreams Ch. 02 Day One After Scott gave me a good fucking our first night in Corpus Christi, I fell asleep with my head swimming about what I had just done and what on earth I would be doing over the next few days. I slept soundly until midway through the following morning. As I started waking up, the sound of the shower running and Scott talking on the phone were the first things I noticed. He was ordering breakfast for us. As he hung up he told me, "Room Service will be here with our breakfast in a couple of minutes. I'll be in the shower, so you'll have to get the door, OK?" Still half-asleep, I nodded while I yawned. Scott woke me fully up when he told me as he walked to the bathroom, "Your clothes are on the desk." The bathroom door clicked shut and my eyes shot wide open. I jumped out of bed to see what he had put out for me... ooooh, he was naughty. He had laid out black high heels, a black lace thong and a short black silk robe. That's it. I dressed, quickly did my hair and makeup, and looked at myself in the mirror- the bottom of the robe barely covered my ass and the inner half of my tits were visible through the "V" where the robe was open at the top. There was a note under the robe from Scott which said "I didn't leave money for a tip, so make sure the hotel staff leaves happy... do whatever it takes!" I jumped as the door was knocked on. I threw Scott's note in the trash and walked over to the door. Holy shit, I was going to do this! My heart raced and I felt a sex flush rising on my face. I was going to let whoever was on the other side of that door look me over and god knows what else I'd do for them as a tip. Someone was about to see more of me than anyone other than Scott had ever seen. I felt my nipples tightening in anticipation. This wasn't how I imagined it would be... everything was happening so fast that I didn't have time to worry about the consequences of what I was about to do! I opened the door and watched a Hispanic man's face switch from boredom to shock to acting like everything was cool. I held the door open for him as he walked in, letting him walk over to the desk and place the tray with our food on it. Once he'd set the tray down he addressed me, "Good morning, Ma'am. My name is Dan. Is there anything else I can do for you?" He was looking straight at my tits. Forcing a smile onto my face, I walked over to him, the high heels making my breasts to bounce with each step. My nipples rubbed against the silk, adding to the excitement I was already feeling. His eyes never left my bouncing breasts. I stuck out my hand and shook his saying, "Nice to meet you, Dan. I'm Angie." Scott called out from the bathroom, making both Dan and I jump and pull our hands back, "Angie! I need to shave so I'll be in here for a while. Feel free to eat without me, OK?" I yelled back in his direction, "OK!" Scott had just cleared the path for me to be naughty with Dan, who was still standing in front of me, waiting for his tip and drinking in the view. This was totally different from being in public at the Whataburger last night where nothing other than a little innocent flirting had happened. This was private and deeply intimate. I took a deep breath, smiled nervously, and said, "Dan, I can't find my husband's wallet to give you a tip. Maybe I can make it up to you in another way?" I untied the robe and let if fall off of my shoulders onto the floor. No one besides Scott and the doctor who gave me my D cups had ever seen my tits before. I shivered a little as an erotic chill ran down my spine. I stood nearly naked and vulnerable before Dan. I had just given him permission to do whatever he wanted with me! Dan must have had a few adventures like this because, while he looked happy to have a half-naked woman in front of him, he said, "I've got bills to pay, Angie, so it would have to be something pretty big to make up for not giving me a tip." As he said that, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and sat down on the bed. His open legs said everything. I walked up to him, knelt down between his legs, and took his cock into my shaking right hand... it was hardening as I held it. With each beat of Dan's heart his cock grew in my fist, slowly rising out from under my fingers until three inches were visible above my hand. I whispered, "I've never done this to anyone other than my husband, Dan." Dan chuckled and said, "Well, you seem like a natural so far." I leaned in and smelled the aroma of another man beside my husband. I tentatively licked the head of his cock and heard him suck in a breath. I parted my lips a little, kissing the head of Dan's cock before slowly filling my mouth with it. I flicked my tongue over his shaft, getting the first salty taste of precum in the process. I couldn't be coy any longer... months of fantasies came welling up in my mind. How many times had I dreamt of this!? I surrendered to my lust and attacked his cock with the passion of a girlfriend at the end of a great date. Dan put his hand on the back of my head and tugged on my hair. He was rough in a way that Scott wasn't. I bobbed up and down on his dick and relished the moment: I was sucking a stranger's cock with my husband in the next room partially aware of what was happening out here. I was naked except for a pair high heels and lace panties. I moaned with pleasure at joy of finally living out who I had dreamt for so long that I could be. Dan's cock turned into a rock and his breathing started getting shallow and rapid. I looked up at his face and saw him staring at my ass while I blew him. I had been grinding the air as I sucked on him... trying to fuck a cock that wasn't there. My body glowed and begged for a real fucking. I was in a primal state of pleasure, like a dog in heat. Dan looked me in the eye and whispered, "Swallow it all punta." Still holding my hair tightly, Dan pushed me further down onto his cock, filling my mouth with his salty, metallic semen. I drank from his manhood as long as he gave me something to drink. Every cell of my body glowed with the feminine pleasure of pleasing a man. Once Dan was done, I slowly slid his cock out of my mouth and released it from the grip I'd had on its base. I looked up at him and smiled. I fought the urge to say 'thank you' to him... this was supposed to be his tip! He took a deep breath, zipped his pants up, and whispered to me, "If you need anything else delivered in the future, give me a tip or else you'll have to spread your legs." With that said, Dan stood up and walked out. I stayed on the floor in disbelief at what I had just done. The tasted of Dan was still on my tongue. My hair was a mess from him tugging on it. Scott waited a second before walking out of the bathroom. There was a moment of awkward silence as he looked at me sitting on the floor, the imprint of Dan's body still on the bed in front of me and me still breathing heavily. What did Scott think? Did he really want to do this? Fear started to well up within me until I saw Scott smile. He winked at me and said, "Tell me everything, baby." I looked at him, patted the bed where Dan had just been sitting and said, "Let me show you." --- The drive from downtown Corpus Christi to Padre Island is longer than you would think. Once we got onto Padre Island my black bikini and sheer cover up went from out-of-place to normal in the blink of an eye. Scott pulled our car over and ran into a bar while I waited in the parking lot. He came out with a margarita for me (totally illegal to leave the bar with in Texas, by the way. There's no telling how much he paid the bartender to get that drink for me). My god, the margarita was strong and massive! He really wanted me loosened up for whatever he had planned! I sipped the drink as we drove South on the island towards the National Seashore. There's one exit before you get to federal land that isn't policed very much... it's kind of a no-man's land where swingers, potheads, and free spirits party. Scott told me that since school was in session there wouldn't be any kids out there. He had planned this really well. We pulled onto the beach and Scott drove slowly down it, looking for a good spot. We drove by car after car and I was amazed at how many people didn't work in the mornings down there. Once Scott found a spot he liked he looked at me and said, "Give me your bikini top." I reached under my cover up, untied the strings behind my back, and handed it to him. All I had on now was the bikini bottom and my semi-sheer cover up. You could see my tits quite easily through it! Scott reached in the back of the car and handed me a towel and suntan lotion. He told me, "I'm going to hang out at the beach entrance down there. I don't want to see you for thirty minutes. If you show up early, I'll not open the car for you. Now get out and cause some trouble, baby." I got out and watched the rental car shrink to toy size as Scott drove down the beach. True to his word, he parked at the entrance. Suddenly I was alone and almost topless on a beach in the middle of nowhere, with about 50 people between me and my escape, with ample time to kill. No one else I could see was topless although a couple of men were in speedos and a handful of women were in thongs. I walked down from where Scott had dropped me off to the spot he had been eyeing - in between some college age girls and a couple in their fifties. I spread out my towel and took off my sandals. The woman of the older couple gasped when she looked up at me and saw my tits through the top. I tried to ignore her as I sat down on the towel. I whipped out the lotion and did my legs, letting my hands take their time on my inner thighs. I would occasionally sneak a glance up and down the beach. No one was making a big deal out of me yet but I hadn't taken off my cover up! I stalled as long as I could before taking it off. I finished my margarita, feeling its extra shot or two burn my throat. 'All right', I thought, 'no more procrastinating.' I reached down to my waist and lifted off the cover up in one smooth motion. I was now the only woman on the beach without a top. I put my cover up down next to my sandals, grabbed my lotion, and oiled up my belly, arms, and breasts. The couple to my left looked perturbed and the woman murmured something to her husband about me. The girls to my right made eye contact with me and smiled. I noticed that they were holding hands... lesbians. They were probably enjoying the show! I laid on my towel, closed my eyes, and let where I was and what I was doing play over and over in my mind. I would have to walk past people all the way to the car, my tits on display for everyone under my sheer cover up. There were a few people looking at them now, no doubt! This was the specific fantasy that I had read about so many times on that erotica website and had let play out over and over in my mind when I would tan naked in my backyard. I let the sun warm my body from the outside in while my lust and the alcohol warmed me from the inside out. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the fragrances of saltwater and seaweed mingling with the coconut scented tanning lotion on my body. The sound of the waves was so relaxing. I didn't notice that one of the girls had walked up to me so when she started talking I jumped. "Hi!", she said, "My name's Ashley. That's Stacey over there. We noticed you drained your drink. Do you want another one?" I fought the urge to cover my tits because that's where Ashley's eyes kept darting as she talked to me. I'd been ogled by men before but it was so bizarre to have a woman look me over! Had Scott noticed them holding hands when he picked this spot?! That sneaky fucker. I introduced myself and said, "Sure, Ashley, I'd love a drink... or two". We both laughed and she brought one over to me... it was stronger than the margarita Scott had bought for me! I nervously downed this one, too. I was going to be drunk in no time. After a little more small talk Ashley asked if she and Stacey could come tan with me. What was I supposed to say?! When they brought their towels over and laid on both sides of me, the couple to our left packed up their things and drove away. It was clear they didn't approve of my exhibitionism nor Ashley and Stacey's lesbianism. The girls were polite, asking where I was from, how long I had been married, how old my kids were, etc. I found out that they were students in a Massage Therapy class which is where they met. They'd been together for about six months. The conversation was normal but everything under the surface was not. They were staring at my tits while they talked to me or letting their eyes roam up and down my legs, not even trying to hide their gaze like a man would. Occasionally one of them would touch my arm or hand as we talked and let it stay in contact a little longer than appropriate. They were making me uncomfortable but there was a little curious arousal as well. Girls fifteen years younger than me were flirting with me and that was not only flattering but a little exciting. Eventually I flipped over and Ashley volunteered to rub some lotion on my back. She put some lotion on her hands but, instead of a usual rubdown, she started massaging my shoulders. I sighed and commented about how good it felt. Ashley enthusiastically asked, "Can I practice my back massage on you?" There was a genuine eagerness in her voice that was so endearing there was no way I could tell her no. Stacey piped up, "What about your feet and legs? Can I practice giving you a lower body massage, too?" Ashely clearly knew what she was doing on my back. All the nervous energy from two women flirting with me was melting away as my shoulders were getting rubbed. I couldn't imagine the magic Stacey could do to my feet so I agreed. My god they were going to be good at their jobs as massage therapists! I felt every muscle in my body turn to jello as they got to work on me. Ashley ran her hands up and down my back, caressing my muscles. I started to tense up a little when she got down to my bikini bottom but she just pushed harder on my muscles, forcing me to submit to her caress. Stacey, meanwhile, was done massaging my feet and slowly started working her way up my legs. Soon they were both working around my ass with Stacey rubbing my thighs and Ashley working the back muscles right above my rear. It was so relaxing but at the same time the sensation of four hands rubbing my body was sensually overwhelming. The alcohol was really kicking in now, drowning my inhibitions and logic. Also, I still hadn't gotten off from the sexual high of blowing Dan & Scott that morning so my body started to dictate to my mind what I was going to do. I spread my legs at Stacey's request so she could work on my upper thighs. Her massage became softer and more sensual and she let her thumbs occasionally brush up against the fabric covering my pussy. Ashley slowly slid her hands down under my bikini bottom and started caressing my ass. I drew my knees in a little and arched my back, slightly lifting my butt up into the air to allow their hands better access to me. Stacey was now running her fingers over the fabric covering my pussy more aggressively. I was gently pushing my torso up and down, working in rhythm with Stacey's hands, my body non-verbally begging her to finger me. My arousal was no longer hidden from them nor me. I wanted them to give me sweet fulfillment. I had read plenty of lesbian erotica buy had never been with a woman. I absolutely adore a cock but this experience was opening me up to bisexuality more than I would have imagined! I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't realize what the girls were doing until it was over. Stacey whispered, "Now." In the blink of an eye, Ashley's hands were off of my ass and on the swimsuit ties at my hips. She quickly undid them while Stacey grabbed the bikini fabric covering my crotch and pulled as hard as she could on it. I was naked. The alcohol had significantly slowed my reaction time as well as my thought processes. By the time I realized what had happened and turned to get my bikini bottom back from Stacey, she was in the water with it. I got up and ran into the waves after her, so she just backed further out into the Gulf. When I finally caught up to her she tossed my bikini into a crashing wave where it disappeared into the surf. Stacey body surfed back into the beach on the next wave while I splashed around in the water for a minute in a futile search for my suit. I gave up and looked back at the beach, where I saw Ashley and Stacey getting into their car, waving my towel and clothes at me. They drove off, giving me the middle finger as they left, their car was down the beach before I could even make it out of the waves to chase after them. I rewound all of their actions in my mind... they hadn't been flirting with me. They were playing an elaborate prank on me. Those little bitches! All of a sudden I became painfully aware of my situation- I was on the beach, totally naked, with my husband and his car a quarter of a mile away. Stacey and Ashley had made a big enough scene that everyone within earshot of us was aware of what had happened. Every eye on the beach was on me, with catcalls and a couple of whistles drawing even more attention to me. I was standing in ankle deep water, my chest heaving from the exertion of chasing Stacey. I looked up and down the beach and no one even tried to act like they weren't looking at me. I didn't know what to do, so I waded back out into the Gulf until the water was over my tits. Everyone was still watching me. I was starting to get desperate as I realized that I was going to have to walk down the beach naked. What no one could see was that I was fingering myself. My god, I wanted to cum. I let the waves of excitement and emotion wash over me and started grinding my hips against my fingers. I looked longingly towards Scott's car. About a hundred feet from where I was I saw a guy start jogging down the beach my way. He looked to be part of a group of men in their twenties. He started wading out towards me. I was getting pretty close to an orgasm but he was close enough to me that I had to stop masturbating. Motherfucker, what does a woman have to do to get off?! "Hey!", he yelled out to me, "You want a shirt?" I nodded yes. He grinned a sly grin that let me know there were strings attached and kept talking, "My friends and I have a bet on whether or not those tits are fake... if you let us all feel 'em we'll give you a shirt, OK?" What choice did I have? It was either a groping by some horny twentysomethings or walking down the beach naked for 1/4 of a mile. "Fine.", I told him. I followed him out of the water, aware that every step revealed more and more of me to everyone on the beach. It was a liquid striptease with the Gulf of Mexico as my lingerie and I was slowly removing it for everyone. I glanced up and down the beach and figured that about forty people were looking at me. It made me so fucking hot. My nipples were erect and my tits bounced as I jogged after they guy, trying to keep up with him. I walked directly past so many people! I particularly remember a couple who were staring at me, slack-jawed. The man's swimsuit was wet so his boner was clearly visible. 'Mmmm I'd love to ride that', I thought to myself. I resisted the instinct to cover myself with my hands and let the guys look me up and down as we reached their spot on the beach. There were six of them and they slowly formed a half circle around me like lions going in for a kill. There was no hiding my arousal... my pussy was engorged with blood and my inner lips were sticking out. My nipples were made of stone, a rouge sex flush was covering the top of my chest and my cheeks, and my lips were swollen and pouty. The guys just stood there, drinking me in for a couple of minutes... so did the rest of the beach. I probably could have walked down to Scott's car in the time they took staring at me but I didn't want to. I wanted their adoring eyes on me. I wanted to let them have power over me. I wanted to be desired. I wanted them to see how horny I was. Finally, the one who got me up on the beach spoke up and said, "She'll do it." With that said, he walked up to me and cupped my breasts in his hands. I bit my bottom lip to stifle a sigh but it came out through my nose anyway. The guys chuckled as they now had no doubt that I was getting off on this. I felt like a drunk girl at a frat party which is pretty much what I was. Guy #1 caressed my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples as he let go of me. I exhaled strongly, almost panting. The next guy walked up. And the next. And the next. And the next. Each one groped me and found a new way to play with my breasts and get a rise out of me. Each guy's turn with me was watched by the entire beach. Finally, it was the last man's turn to feel me up but he didn't move. "Come here", he told me. I walked up to him and waited. He reached out his hands, stopped an inch from my breasts, and made me walk into his hands. All the guys howled. Unlike the rest of them, this guys was deliberately gentle, almost teasing me. My mouth opened a little and I started breathing deeply as he made circles on my nipples with his thumbs. I pressed my tits further into his hands. He looked me up and down, slowly, taking his time drinking me in like you would a fine wine. His eyes made me feel so wanted that I shivered a little as the emotion of his desire washed over me. He slid his right hand down my side, wrapped it around my waist, and let it rest on my ass. He pulled me into him, pressing me against his cock. I would have let him fuck me if he'd tried but he only wanted to show up his friends. He let me go and I reluctantly stepped back. All the guys voted... four said 'fake' with two saying 'real'. I let them know my girls were fake and they divvied up the loser's money. One of them reached into the back of a truck and pulled out a white t-shirt for me to put on. I slowly slid it over my head --letting it cover my face for a few seconds so the guys could stare at my pussy a little longer-- and pulled it down. The bottom inch of my ass poked out from underneath the shirt and my nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Because I was soaking wet it clung to my body and became see-through in all the wrong places. "Thanks for the feel!", one of the guys shouted as I started walking down the beach towards Scott. Everyone I passed stared at me in disbelief. They had all seen what I did and everyone wanted one last glance at the slut before she disappeared. 'How many of them will think of me tonight as they jack off or have sex?', I wondered to myself! When I got to the car Scott opened the door for me, smirking as he did so. "That was so fucking exciting", I whispered to him as I got in. The drive down the freeway was exciting to say the least. I was ogled too many times to count. I started getting nervous as we pulled into the hotel's parking garage... I couldn't walk through the lobby like this! Scott had other plans: he had me walk up the stairwell naked. My bare feet slapped the concrete with each step and echoed up and down the stairwell. After the beach, my inhibitions were numbed... I didn't care who saw me like this anymore. Unluckily for the guests and staff, none of them decided to use the stairwell at that time! Scott met me on our floor and held my hand as we walked down the hallway. Once we were in our room he pushed me onto the bed in our room and I finally got the fucking I'd needed all day long. It was one of the rare nights where I was satisfied long before he was.

Virgins Interrupted at Nude Beach bytoosalty© Pt. 02 Sally was still laughing from the dick waving farewell she was honoured with by Frank and Roger back at the beach. We bounced along the track, still nude, neither of us wanting to get dressed. Sally's young tits bouncing and jiggling as the Land Rover rocked and rolled back to civilisation. The rocking motion kept my unsatisfied cock semi hard as it slapped on my thighs and stomach. "Sally, can we just stop for a minute, my balls are aching so much, I need relief?" I pleaded. Sally, still coming down from the most intense orgasm she ever had, thought otherwise. "Billy we need really get to my parents friend's place in the Seeker Valley before Mum and Dad turn up this evening, otherwise I will be in deep trouble. We left this morning and they were leaving after peak hour in the big smoke this afternoon. It would ruin a perfect day if they went into a rage and sent you home." Sally said, squashing my chances of a blow job in the bush. We were nearing the end of the track, so I stopped, re inflated the tyres and we put on some clothing, which felt rough and hot on my chest and groin. An hour later we arrived at the great farm where we would be staying. Sally was greeted like a beloved daughter by the owners and taken into the magnificent, classic homestead, built over 100 years ago. I was shown the worker's accommodation quite gruffly like I was an annoyance and told they had expected me earlier. They said they had 2 farm bikes, a quad bike and a tractor in the machinery shed waiting for my attention. It was part of the deal that allowed Sally and I to travel together and have me stay the weekend with them. So after a massive day, where I had almost got to make love to my girlfriend several times, frolicked with her naked on a secluded beach before being joined by two naked rough looking older guys, here I was all alone. I took solace in checking out the mechanical repairs I was expected to do and soon got into the work. A showered and stunning Sally walk into the shed a few hours later with a plate of food for me. Wow, she looked amazing in her bare shouldered, figure tight blue and white checked jumpsuit, with her blonde hair up and a few curls coming down in front of her ears, glowing with the sun she basked in today. "Here you go Billy, they have given me a meal for you, but I have to rush back as we are about to sit down to dinner. I really wish you were allowed to join us but George, the owner, whom you met, is insistent that jobs come before hospitality. If we hadn't stopped at that beach you could have been here earlier and finished fixing the things they wanted fixed, but I am so glad we did go to the beach." I went to hug and kiss her but she just ran away squealing, "BILLY... NOT WITH YOUR GREASY HANDS!" and disappeared back to the homestead. About an hour later a wave of tiredness overwhelmed me and I decided to hit the workers shower block. 3 shower heads along one wall with no privacy from anyone else who may have been using the facility. I had the run of the place to myself, as all the other workers had left for the weekend. After scrubbing my hands clean I stripped off to have a much needed shower and was relieved to be naked again. The hot water stung my skin on my front but was relieving on my back. I went to soap up Mr Big Boy, as Sally called my penis, and I jumped back in agony. I looked down holding my dick out to see it and it was red and on fire. Ohh no, in all the events of the day I hadn't put sunscreen on my front. My back was fine,where the guys had rubbed it on me, except for a few spots. So there I was, trying to hold my sore, swollen, sun burnt dick out with my soapy hands slipping off it and re catching it, my head bent down, leaning on the shower wall, looking at my sunburn, when the owner walked in. Over the sound of the shower running I hadn't heard him and didn't see him until he reached his hand around and turned the shower off on me. "Listen Billy Boy, our water is precious on this farm, so if you want to pull yourself off, don't do it under the shower, in fact don't do it on my property you sicko. I have no idea what our Sally sees in you." George spat. Ohh great, first I get Sally here way late and they have been fretting all afternoon about her, now he walks up behind me and catches me naked in the shower thinking I was masturbating. Shit, how to win friends and influence people. If I tell George about my sunburn from today he will guess Sally was nude as well and her parents would hit the roof. I was sick and tired of being ordered about today and so frustrated. So I took a leaf out of Roger's book of not showing any embarrassment and just shrugged my shoulders with my back still facing him and said, "Hey George, I thought you asked me to check everything here to ensure it's in working order, HA HA HA!" and laughed at my own joke, not giving a fuck what George thought, as he has treated me like a mongrel dog and was getting all my mechanical work for free. George muttered, "We were going to invite you up for desert, but now you can stay down here you cocky young dickhead." and stormed out. I was tired so I hit the sleeping quarters and just had a sheet over my naked body, my skin was on fire with the sunburn and I couldn't wear any bed clothes. Sally finally snuck out and came looking for me, careful not to disturb the farm dogs. She found the light switch, ran to my bed and dived on top of me, her breath smelling of red wine. "AIIEEE.. ouch." I quavered. "What's wrong Billy, don't you love me anymore, I came to give a nice long kiss goodnight to Mr Big Boy?" she purred. I pulled the sheet of me and said "Mr Big Boy is sun burnt bad Sall, so is some of my chest, balls and thighs" "Ohh my gosh Billy, you really are a cooked goose." Sally gasped looking at my burnt bits bending down to blow cool breath over my penis. It felt good but no way was I able to have any direct contact on it. After a minute of blowing, Sally straightened up and stroked my head, running her fingers through my hair, smirking to me, "Poor, poor Billy, I guess that was not the blow job you have been dreaming of all day?" "Ohh Sally you have no idea how much I want us to be alone and able to fulfil our passion, but tonight I am in a world of agony." "Let me go see if I can sneak anything out that might help you and your burnt bits." With a quick peck on my cheek she was gone. Soon she was back with a bag of frozen peas and a jar of honey. "Billy you need to cool yourself down with the peas then apply honey on the burns. The coolness of the bag of peas will sooth and the honey has been used for burns as a salve and anti infection agent since the Egyptians built the Pyramids. The things you learn in fashion school, hey?" Then she gave me a lingering kiss goodnight and left me to repair myself. I had a terrible restless night with the sunburn and the events of the day careering through my mind but finally fell into a deep sleep just before dawn. I must have rolled on the bag of now unfrozen peas at one stage. George's wife walked into the workers bunkhouse with a big plate of bacon and eggs for me for breakfast at sun up, but it shattered on the floor when she dropped it as she screamed, "Oh you are a sicko, George told me you were, how dare you present yourself to me like that, you demented, perverted PSYCHO!" and hurried out. I woke suddenly at the outburst and looked down at myself, seeing what George's wife had been so upset over. I had kicked the sheet off through the night. Lying naked on my back, exposing my genitals to her, but to make matters far worse the free roaming peas had stuck to the honey over my penis and ball sack. But not only that, I must have had a nocturnal emission as I dozed, as my balls were so full from all of yesterday's teasing. I did look like a full on, perverted sicko that needed urgent psychiatric attention. My cock and balls studded with peas stuck with honey and dried cum everywhere. "Ohh Fuck Me Dead!!, George will be here with a shotgun any minute now I am sure," I moaned aloud, "first last night catching me in the shower thinking I was having a tug, now this, maybe being shot isn't so bad you fool." But no one came, so I got up, picked the peas off and threw on some loose boxer shorts and put my work gear back on and headed to the machinery shed and buried myself in the work. About 10.30am Sally came down with a huge morning tea spread for me, laughing and saying, "Well you certainly have made an impression on George and Kate, and not in a good way. But I have calmed the farm. Maybe I should have been clearer with my instructions last night, the peas weren't supposed to be let out of the bag. Speaking of which, I had to let our beach stop out of the bag to explain your sun burnt willy Billy!" "How the heck did you calm them down, I was sure I was going to be shot?" I asked. "Well, when I heard the commotion I caught Kate and asked her what happened before she saw Mum, Dad and George. She told me the way you were this morning Billy and what George though he saw last night and I burst out laughing." "Ohh no Sally, that would not have been received well." "Actually me laughing was the best thing, Kate was sure I would have been shocked as much as she was. Anyway I explained we called into a beach on the way up and you swam right out the back to body surf a reef break and a big wave tumbled you and you lost your swimmers, which we really did. So part of my story is true, that's why I sounded so convincing. Then you were caught in a rip and taken to the far end of the beach and had to walk all that way back in the sun, nude as the day you were born. Meanwhile, I was dozing on the beach totally unaware of the danger you were in until you came back and put your other shorts on and woke me. I told Kate about the sunburn remedy I gave you and now she feels guilty walking in on you unannounced, as does George for last night's incident. Don't you love me even more now Billy?" she asked. "You are the best Sally, here let me hug you." "No way Billy... look at your hands!" Sally said, skipping away back to the homestead, her short skirt bouncing up, flashing me a pair of panties that yesterday Roger had in his fingers. The sight of her tanned legs and buttocks clad in the g string stirring my dick and making me wince in pain. The weekend continued, with me trying to be on my best behaviour, as I already had two strikes against my name. I carried out the repairs and had George's idle machines all back up and running, and was finally allowed to join the others to eat in the Homestead, after I cleaned up of course. Sally and I had forget it was a holiday on Monday for the College staff, so we didn't have to rush back with all the other weekend traffic, if Sally's parents would agree, and George and Kate allowed us to stay there on Sunday night. With Sally's persuasive nature she soon had them all agree, but George and Kate said only if we take their real daughter, Kim, back down to City with us on Monday. She had been away all weekend at a horse event, as was due back at the farm on Sunday night. Kim had to go back to uni and a lift with Sally was far better than catching the train down. Sally was so happy as her and Kim were Best Friends Forever. Sunday evening, the lack of sleep had me in bed in the bunkhouse asleep before Kim arrived. I was thinking how will I put up with the company of a bratty, horsey kid smashing my chances again of getting Sally alone. Dogs barking and horses whinnying drifted into my semi conscious at one stage, but when I awoke just after sun up I could see a horse trailer parked near the machinery shed that wasn't there before. Ahh, the brat did come back in time to ruin my trip home. I emerged from my bunk and checked my sunburn out, ensuring the door was shut. It had faded a lot, thanks to Sally's help. I packed up, tidied the bunkhouse and put my toolbox and other bag in my green Land Rover, called Envy, and walked over to say good morning to George, who was having a cup of tea on his verandah. "Breakfast won't be long Billy, but the girl's have just surfaced, they were chatting for half the night as they hadn't seen each other for ages. I hope you have some earplugs in your toolbox for the drive home, Once those two start yabbering they don't stop." Kate came and served George and I a big farmer's breakfast and I was half way through the mountain of food when the young giggling girls walked out to join us. "So this is the famous Billy, I have heard so much about you." giggled Kim. I looked up and there was a girl just as stunning as Sally, except she was about 5' 10" tall with dark brown hair wearing a singlet and shorts pyjama set. I choked on my food when I saw how gorgeous she was and the way her boobs were moving unfettered under her thin cotton top. Sally just asked me "Sand again?" and Kim burst into laughter. Oh Jeepers H Christ, did Sally tell her everything? About an hour after breakfast the girls were finally ready to head off, looking amazing in their almost matching outfits of boob tubes and mini skirts. I concentrated on packing their bags into the back of Envy before I hardened up at the vision of these stunners. Sally only had 4 bags this time though. "Sally, where's your other bag, there is one missing?" I asked. "It's ok Billy, it was Dad's, he took his camera bag back home with him last night." "Ohh no, I can't catch a break this weekend, it's one disaster after another!" I groaned. If Sally's dad developed the film we shot at the beach I would be totally fucked. "Come on sad sack, let's roll!" Sally ordered as her and Kim sat in the Land Rover. I looked up from my thoughts of how her dad would feel as he saw the shots slowly develop in his home photo lab of the extreme wanton display of her daughter and I and the two strangers. We headed off, the three of us sitting closely in the front. Away from the farm, I said, "Sally, I am really freaking out about the film." not wanting to disclose too much with Kim sitting with us. "I hear you are quite the photographer Billy." giggled Kim, making both girls burst out in full on laughter. "Billy, there are some people in this car that aren't as silly as you, I have the films in one of my other bags. But Kim has something to ask you and I really want you to say yes." Sally said, stroking my thigh. Before I could answer Kim said, "So Billy, do you think we could call in and see the beach you and Sally discovered, it sounds amazing and I can't believe I have never heard of it before?" As she asked, Sally's hand stroking my thigh moved up and started fondling my package. "You don't have a problem sharing our beach with Kim, do you Big Boy?" rubbing my cock into hardness as she did, "You sure you don't mind sharing?" How could I refuse, there was a chance I would get to see both the beauties sitting next to me, naked on the beach and the thought of it almost made me cream my pants. Sally kept rubbing and teasing my pants covered erection. "Is that a Yes Billy?" "Um..." was all I could reply, if Sally kept rubbing my cock like that I was going to blow. I was hoping to drag out the attention on my cock by being non committal. "Well a 'Um' is a Yes in my books, let's stop and get some drinks on the way, yippee!!" Sally had once again turned my words into what she wanted to hear, but this time I was happy she did. We pulled over at a small, old time general store and Sally sent me in to get the drinks and snacks. Creaking wooden floorboards, posters and calendars from many years ago adorned the walls, ram-shackled shelving with a selection of items, part hardware, part grocery, and a massive old man in bib and brace overalls manning the well worn counter. He looked at me with his mouth slightly agape, with a cold stare that wasn't welcoming. As I walked down the aisles to select my purchases I could feel his eyes boring into my back as the drinks fridge wheezed and stained the floorboards with condensation. I was so glad the girls were staying in the Land Rover, this store was creepy. Just as I turned to go back to the counter, the door swung open and Sally and Kim burst in. Well the old guy's mouth that was agape before was now wide open with his tongue hanging out languidly, his eyes roving all over the young girls in front of him. His eyes lit up when he saw Sally's face, and he licked his lips. "Excuse me Sir, would you have a bathroom we could use please?" Sally asked him politely, "Kim and I really need to go before we bounce along that track into our secret beach Billy." "Here's key to the dunny out back, lots of people ask for the bathroom but really want the dunny, if youse wants a bath I's take you up the house, mo charge for you young uns?" The slow talking store owner offered, eyeing the girls as if they were already naked in his bath as he drawled out his reply. "Thank you so much Sir, we just need to use the loo." Sally explained and key in hand the girls disappeared out the back in a flurry of giggles. I waited at the counter in silence after paying, the wheeze of the fridge and the rhythmic grind of the old overhead fan, with its bearings on their last legs, the only sounds. I noticed a rack of about a dozen business cards of the local service providers on offer and as I scanned along seeing who did what, the tow truck driver, the farm fencer, a mechanic, a horse dentist etc but the card that caught my eye was "Godzilla's Fishing Charters." Frank had his cards here. The old man, seeing my eyes staring at Frank's card stated blankly "You met Frank." It wasn't a question, it was if he knew. "Um, er, yeah, the other day" I confirmed. "He sure does likes his beach that little brother of mine." "Wow, I can't believe you are Frank's brother, what a small world" I said. The Store Owner said "He's a halfa brother, our daddy jumped a lot of fences, real popular with the lady folk back then, before he gone and got himself shot dead on someone else's nest." Then he pointed to the business card rack "All of them my brothers." Ok, the store was getting creepier by the second, if a kid turned up playing banjo I was going to hightail it out of there. But the thought of a dozen men hung massive like Frank rampaging the neighbourhood like their old man did ran through my mind, keeping me at the counter til the girls returned, to ensure their safety out of this time warped shop. The girls burst back into the shop and returned the key, the old man's eyes never leaving Sally, and I notice him reach for the phone as we left. Once in the car Kim said "Well that was an experience! I have been in the store once before but never to the toilet out back." "Was it dirty and gross?" I asked. "Yes, and there were well worn fist sized hole in the wall of the dunny, I was glad Sally was there to make sure no one else was about, as they might see in or something. But the old snapshots pinned on the back of the door were downright pornographic, it certainly wasn't a family rest stop!" and both girls burst out laughing again. We soon forgot about the creepy store as we drove through the bush track towards the beach. When Envy finally bounced over the last sand dune and the beach was in view it looked better than ever. Being a Monday there was no one about, we had it to ourselves. "Are you kidding me, this is freaking paradise, I can't believe I have never been here!!" exclaimed Kim as she looked down upon the perfect beach and bay. "Makes you wanna get nakey Kimmy doesn't it?" Sally said suggestively. Both girls came up to me, one on each side, and started undoing my clothes. "Time to get you naked, Big Boy Billy?" they teased me in sync, they must have practised that line, as my clothes were stripped off me. How could I object, the love of my life and her drop dead gorgeous girlfriend had their hands all over me. I was naked in no time and Sally said with a wicked grin, "Well hurry up Billy and Kim, my clothes will not come off by themselves." Her offer for us to strip her took any awkwardness away from me being nude in front of a girl I had just met a few hours ago. Unveiling Sally's amazing body was a joy, but to do it with a stunner helping me was intense. We peeled her boob tube off, Kim pinching Sally's high set puffy nipples to attention. By the time we had shimmied her short skirt and g string off her, I was sporting a full on boner catching glimpses of her pussy as she stepped out of her clothes at her feet. "Before you two nakies got at it like rabbits, can you help a gal outta her clothes?" Kim pleaded. Sally and I pulled Kim between us. Sally slipped her hands under Kim's tube top and tweaked Kim's nipples, "You are going to love Kimmie's tits Billy!" Sally promised, "I am just preparing for their unveiling!" Kim raised her arms and Sally and I slowly peeled her tube top up off her. Her under boobs came into view and the curve showed no sag, just youthful, full firmness. But when the top revealed her nubs my cock throbbed. Her nipples were erect and were high set on her up-swept teardrop breasts, pointing to the sky above the distant horizon. They looked so suck-able, and Kim swayed her chest at me, teasing me with her sinuous breast dance, inches from my face. Sally got behind her and reached around and grabbed Kim's boobs, teasing more, "Ohh Billy, they feel so good!" "Mmmmm" moaned Kim. My naked girlfriend was fondling her half naked gal pal in front of me, my balls were retracting and my cock bursting at the sight. I grabbed Kim's skirt and pulled it down, dropping to my knees in front of her. Her long lean, defined legs lead to her last remaining item of clothing. A tight cotton G string showed off the raise of her mons. With both hands I slowly pulled that G string down, waiting to see what pubic hair style Kim had. When the crack of her vulva creased through her mons I realised Kim was going to be totally hair free and all her goodness would be there, right before my eyes without any forest hiding the treasures. As I continued to pull off her knickers I naturally lent in, putting my mouth so close to her charms, her labia lips were different to Sally's neat plump lips, Kim had longer, crinkly inner lips with flatter outer lips and a delightful scent that rocked my inner core. At this point Sally gave Kim's nipples a really hard pinch and Kim thrust her groin out right into my face. I went to pull my head back, but Kim's hands were now holding my face trapped against her crutch. "Sally has told me all about your cunning tonguing Big Boy, and I want some!" Kim stated. I started to rub my hands up the back of Kim's smooth legs to clasp her butt before tonguing her when a hand reached through Kim's legs and grabbed my swollen dick. "First thing we need to do is cover this bad boy in sunscreen," Sally said with a massive grin, having watched me been teased by Kim, "OMG Billy you are so hard, stay there!!" The girls left me kneeling in the sand, with perhaps the biggest hard on that I ever had, as they pulled out towels and sunscreen. They then coated each other in sunscreen, rubbing it all over thickly on each other's boobs, their hands sliding around their chest mounds, moulding and releasing the tit flesh. It was a sight I could watch forever, before they ordered me to lie face down on a towel. "Keep your eyes closed Billy, and guess who is rubbing her body on your back?" Sally asked, "I think you will prefer this way to get your sunscreen on than the way you had it applied the other day." As I lay there in anticipation of the tactile treatment of having two beautiful young women taking turns to rub their breasts all over my back I felt the sun been blocked out as the first girl started. Her oily hot body felt amazing, the roundness of her breasts rolling on my back was delicious, sliding up, down and around. I could feel her erect nipples gently pointing into me as she caressed me with her chest. I was in heaven. She then slid down and was rubbing her nipples between my butt cheeks as a hand cupped my ball sack, making my scrotum tighten. And then she was moving off me, I did feel a rasp of pubic hair across my thigh as she left, was it Sally? Moments later a warm feminine body was laying on my back, her hands holding onto my shoulders as she pulled herself up and down, really squashing herself into me in a curvaceous massage. I felt her spin around on me and then I felt her hot breath on my scrotum as her face lent in between my legs. A warm wet tongue danced around my taint and up and down the very sensitive back of my ball sack. If the first girl was Sally, this must be Kim!! "Ohhh," I moaned into the sand, "keep going Kim!" A stereo of laughter burst out from the girls, one from between my legs and the other above me. I turned over and there was Kim, still coated in excess sunscreen, giggling and boobs shaking, standing above me whilst Sally was in fits of laughter, now sitting at the base of my towel. "Ohh Billy, I knew when I deliberately scratched my landing strip on your thigh you would realise I was the first girl. Got you good again!!" Sally cackled and rolled about in infectious spasms of mirth. Kim joined us on the big beach towel, with the three of us hugging and laughing, the two girls oiled bodies rubbing mine as they jiggled and squirmed, causing my erection to stay rampant. Accidentally Kim's hand dropped and touched my penis, "Ohh, sorry Big Boy!!" she cooed. "Yes, we need to coat up Big Boy now," said Sally "but first Billy, roll over on your tummy, there seems to be something unusual sunburned on your back?" "Really, what is it?" I was intrigued. Sally sat wide legged on my lower back, her labia slickly sliding on me as she got comfortable. "Look here Kim." as she traced what she could see on my upper back. "Looks like the guys have left part of Billy's back without sunscreen to spell out some letters in sun-burnt skin." "That's a 'C' " Sally said curving her fingertip gently on my back. "My turn." interjected Kim Sally stood up as Kim sat on my buttocks, her nakedness spread wide on me. "I just need to find a comfy spot in this saddle." Kim said, ever the horsey girl, as she ground her pussy into me. She lent forward and I could feel her magnificent pointy nipples etch into my skin as she traced out the second letter. "And that one is a 'U' ." Kim announced after sensuously tracing the letter out with her fingernail. The girls swapped again, this time Sally made me lift up my arse and grabbed my erection with one hand as she traced the other letter with one of her nipples, giving me great pleasure as she caressed me front and back. "It's another 'C' ." Sally cried out. "Stay there Sally, I have this last letter." Kim said as I felt her long hair drape down my back. I then had her hot tongue trace out the last letter, before she sat back, her legs spread around me and her groin at the top of my head facing in the sand. "It's a 'K' , they wrote 'CUCK' on your back? Do they think you are a chicken, as chooks made that sound?" asked Kim. With Sally still fondling my penis underneath me and Kim's hot crutch at my forehead I just said "Dunno, maybe it was an 'F' for FUCK to begin with that was smeared into a 'C'?" not really caring what prank those two strangers played out with sunscreen on my back a few days ago. I was in sensuous heaven. Sally slapped my bum, "It is definitely a 'C', I have no idea why they would have that burn onto your back, I don't know what it means. I do know we need to get Big Boy covered in sun cream before it creams itself!" She must have known I was so close to orgasm-ing with her fondles. I rolled over, now when I looked up all I could see were Kim's magnificent under-breasts jutting out proudly from her chest. Sally asked me to apply sunscreen to her chest as she straddled me, facing Kim, trapping my cock against her pussy. Kim poured the cream in my hands and I attacked Sally's tits with passion as she slowly rode her wet slit up and down my shaft. I felt her rubbery puffy nipples slip as I squeezed them and then went to grab her tit flesh and maul her with my fingers. Meanwhile I could feel Kim's pussy grinding into the back of my head as her hands mimicked my assault on Sally tits as Kim groped her own. The soft sounds of 4 breasts being attacked by oily hands and the sucking and grinding of two wet spread cunts on me added to the erotic-ness of the moment, causing precum to flow liberally from my rock hard stiffy. Sally slid back down and I released her well rubbed breasts and she looked down at my cock, before she began rubbing the cream off her breasts onto it. "Oops, looks like I have left a girly snail trail on Big Boy!" Sally exclaimed looking at her glistening cunt juices smeared on my cock. "We need that gone before the sunscreen is applied!" "OK," said Kim, "I can do that for you Sally." Kim then bent forward and lent over my head, her boobs gliding on my face as they went past, her lean tummy rubbing my nose before her cunt was once again in my face. I felt a hot tongue bath my cock as Kim pressed her dripping, saddle worn cunt on my face. I naturally responded, licking her back, lick for lick as we tasted each others genitals. Kim was getting a two for one deal, licking Sally's juices off me as well, as I savoured her taste. Where as Sally's pussy tasted marine and slightly sharp, I will never forget my first taste of Sally, Kim's pussy was more musky with a tannin edge, maybe all those hours rubbing that young cunt on her leather saddles had imparted their scent into her? I felt Kim sit up, putting her clitoral hood right at my tongue tip, leaving my bursting cock unattended. I reached around her thighs and my hands sought out her long inner cunt lips to spread them as wide as I could, so her clit would be fully at my mercy as I continued to tongue her. My cock was suddenly enveloped in a warm firm cushion of oily breasts, Sally must have moved in and was now rubbing her delightful chest up and down my cock. What a way to apply sunblock. I could feel her tits encase my cock and travel up and down my length. Kim's clit was now well and truly out of hiding as I flicked my tongue around its base and gently across it, as I pulled and pinched her inner flaps, enjoying discovering the difference between Kim's cunt and Sally's. "Ohh, keep going Billy," Kim urged, "I am so close!" as she ground her pussy into my face. Her urgings caused my precum flow to flood out onto Sally's tits and Sally noticed. She scooted down to take my cockhead into her mouth rubbing her own clit in fury with her diddling hand, she was so turned on by the naughtiness of what was happening. I was over the moon. Finally getting the blow job so long promised me, with a spare cunt to suck on as a bonus. What a moment. Sally's lips engulfed my shaft as she took more and more of my length into her mouth. My balls were boiling and there was now way I could hold out for much longer after all the teasing. "Fuck me hard with your tongue Billy," Kim yelled, "Pinch my piss flaps harder!!" As she really rode my face hard, the force of her grinding into me was now getting painful, but the pleasure coming from Sally sucking me was overwhelming the pain. Sally now had me deep in her mouth, her throat trying to welcome my cockhead each time she sucked me up and down. I went to town on Kim's cunt, using lips, tongue, fingers and a little nip here and there on her chewy inner flaps, I then caught her clit and sucked the little bud hard as I lashed my tongue on her pleasure hub. "OHHHH BILLYYYYYYY! OH MY GOD!" Kim cried out, "FUCK ME I'M COMING!!" I felt proud to be able to give Sally's great friend a powerful cum, but I was in a bad spot, lying on my back with her pussy right over my open mouth for what happened next. Kim's hands gripped onto my chest as she rode her orgasm out on my face, her screams loud and proud, thrusting her pussy in small tight orbits around my tongue as she climaxed. "OHH Billy I am almost there too," Sally cried temporarily releasing me from her mouth as she continued to beat a staccato up on her clitty, watching her BBF orgasm on her boyfriends face. Torrents of girl cum rained down on my open mouth unexpectedly, gush after gush flooding my throat, causing me to choke and cough. There seemed no end to the flow of gushes drowning me. Kim was still squirting when I had to twist out and roll over to clear my throat and get air. As I twisted, my leg scraped up Sally's cunt, pushing her over the edge after hearing Kim come. So there I was, coughing into the sand while the two girls were writhing in the height of pure sexual bliss. My face, mouth and throat drowned in Kim's cum and I even had a wet patch on my leg from Sally's release. After a few minutes of coughing, almost to the point of dry retching, I finally regained my normal breathing and looked up to see the girls laying on the towel together, intertwined in a mess of legs, arms, boobs, butt and pussy. But after my near death experience of drowning in girl gush, how would the Coroner write that up on my inquest I wondered?, I had lost my passion and my erection. I laid down in the sand next to the girls and rested in the sun with them. Eventually Sally stirred and slapped Kim and I on our bums and said, "Time for a nudie swim, who's coming with me,... Kim?" She giggled at her own joke. "Well I certainly could do with a cleansing swim, what the hell did you unleash on me Kim?" I asked. As we walked to the ocean, me between these two naked, carefree, post orgasm, beautiful females as they leaned on me, Kim caught my swinging dick with her hand. "Billy, if I knew I was going to cum like that I would have warned you, but it's the first time my body has reacted in that way," Kim explained as she gently tugged me back to chubbiness, "I have never felt so sexual as I have just now, thank you Sally for bringing me here and thank you Billy for taking me to a new sensory high." "Must be something about this place, the other day here was the first time I squirted too, maybe we should call this 'First Gush Beach!' Sally added, before gently slapping Kim's hand off my hardening cock when she noticed what Kim was doing. "Ha, if you say 'First Gush' quickly it sounds like 'Fergus', Fergus Beach could be our secret name that your parents will have no idea what it really means." I suggested, hoping to avoid any potential jealousy between the two girls, but secretly wishing Sally hadn't stopped Kim wanking me. "I am going to be careful not to think about today at First Gush or Fergus Beach when I go horse riding, if I rub my self off on the saddle and squirt so much like I just did, I would be ruining my saddles!" Kim confessed, as she grabbed my buttock with her recently slapped hand. With Kim being so touchy, was she trying to politely make amends for almost drowning me and ruining my first blowjob, or was she really wanting more action, and why was Sally suddenly so protective of my junk? The girls pulled and pushed me under the water and the thoughts charging through my head were lost to the fun of frolicking in the sea with these very friendly girls. I surfaced and then crash tackled both girls at once and we all wrestled together in the shallows, with me taking the opportunity to maul Kim's great set of teardrop shaped tits, as well as Sally's. The girls were not shy either, grabbing my butt, balls and cock ,as well as each others bits, when they could as we all writhed and slid over each other. I landed on top of Sally and we just looked into each others eyes with passion and fell into a deep, rocking kiss, my erection jammed under her crutch. "Room for one more?" Kim yelled as she jumped and thrust herself on top of me, causing the three of us to roll around in a triangle of bodies, lips and tongues. Sally and Kim ended up kissing each other as I fondled their bodies, rubbing my hard cock between them, before Sally broke free and turned Kim's face to mine. "Kiss her Billy," Sally urged, "Kiss her like you kiss me." I couldn't refuse the offer and enjoyed kissing Kim's other lips, thinking how strange it was to kiss someone on the mouth for the very first time, after you have already kissed them on their pussy. The very gentle swell of the ocean had pushed us back onto the sand, but Kim and I continued kissing, exploring each other's mouths with our seeking tongues. Sally slid down, showering both mine and Kim's bodies with kisses, gently nudging Kim off the top of me. I felt someone grab my cock and start rubbing me, not knowing which girl was doing it, not caring either, as I was in such dire need to blow. When a warm wet mouth encompassed my cockhead my dick twitched with excitement, I was getting my blowjob from Sally while I pashed off her BFF. Kim's hand traced down my chest and belly and stopped when it felt Sally's head. She broke off our kiss and slid down to join Sally. "Mmm, looks so good and big enough to feed two!" Kim moaned as her mouth joined in with Sally's. Sally would not release my cockhead from her mouth but allowed Kim to lap around the base of my cock and nut sack. I looked down at the sight of the two of them sucking and licking me as their oiled bodies shone in the sunlight with the seawater beading on their perfect skin. "How lucky am I," I thought aloud, "I couldn't think of a better way to have my first blow." Sally looked up and stared into my eyes, I must have said my thoughts out aloud.. was she going to be upset? "I can," said Sally, "Let's go up and lean you against your beloved 'Envy' where Kim and I will make you gush!" If I had kept my mouth shut I would have blown in the next 30 seconds, but now the two sirens were leading me back up the beach, with Sally having a firm grip on my cock and Kim tormenting my butt. The girls lent me against the front of Envy and dropped to their knees and continued their oral pleasures on me. I caressed each of their heads but occasionally getting a finger caught in their tangled hair, so I sought out their nubile breasts to fondle instead. Weighing, squeezing and teasing one of each girls tits at once, enjoying their differences, added so much to my sensory pleasure I felt my orgasm rising. Suddenly my cockhead popped out of Sally's mouth as she rose up. "There is one way we can contain your octopus hands Billy," she said, returning with three silken scarves. She playfully tied my wrists, crucifying me to Envy, before blindfolding me with the third scarf. I heard the girls giggle before my cock was being sucked again. One long suck as the warm mouth slid down my length, before it slid back up and left my pleading cock crying drops of pre cum, begging for more. A mouth from a slightly different angle repeated the delicious torture, but this time with 2 full strokes before popping off the top of my cock, with a quick peck goodbye. More girl giggles, then a mouth swallowed me in a great way, suction and licks all the way down and up for 3 bobs before once again leaving my throbbing cock seeking release. This time as a mouth took my length in, I heard Sally say "One, two, three and four!" as my cock was polished. The fact Sally was letting Kim suck me off had me at bursting point, had it been Kim the whole time while I was blindfolded? "One, two, three, four and five!" encouraged Kim. Fucking hell, the girls were tag teaming my cock with their mouths on a countdown to see who would be bathed in my cum. I was desperate to cum, but each changeover was taking longer, the girls were edging me, the dirty little cock teasers. But I knew it was only a matter of a few more turns before I finally had release. I didn't know whether to curse Sally for the torture or bless her for the celestial experience of been lifted to such a level of sensual tension. While my dick waived around in the air in between sucks, the girls had their hands and fingers roaming my body. In my mind I decided to blow when Sally was sucking me off, to avoid any jealousy, but the weight in my balls felt there was enough cum for them to share. With the longer counts, the girl counting would stand up and rub her boobs on my chest and hump her pussy against my leg, while watching her friend suck away. Kim had just given me the ten most exquisite long cock sucks when Sally counted her off me. "..and Ten!" I knew that this next round with my darling Sally taking me in her mouth and throat I would be blowing. Even as my cock waved impatiently waiting for Sally to start, I felt my nut sack tighten even more in anticipation. Finally after all these months I was going to cum into my girlfriend. "One,...two,... three," Kim counted very slowly to match as Sally worked my cock deep inside her mouth in long vacuums of sucking and tonguing. "Four,...five,...six," continued the slow count as Sally really put all her efforts into bringing me off. "I can feel my ballls bursting, I am shaking all over!" I cried. "Seven,... eight,... nine..." A loud roar filled my ears, it must be the most intense ejaculation causing my mind to play tricks. "Ten,... HOLY FUCK!" Kim squealed. Sally's mouth popped of my cock just before the anticipated vinegar stroke and I heard her squeal "WHAT THE FUCK!" I was still blindfolded, tied to my 4X4, a touch away from blowing my huge load, but the roar in my ears was an engine. Some perv had burst over the sand dune and stopped right along side of us. I struggled to get free from the scarves holding me, but Sally had mistakenly tied a knot that tightened if pulled, I was stuck. I was concerned for the girl's welfare, and a touch worried about my own, being displayed and presented for all and sundry. "Sally, Kim are you alright?" I shouted out over the loud motor. There was no reply, no other sounds I could hear, just that engine and soon even it was switched off and I heard a door creak open. Dammit, why did I have to still be hard as a rock, about to face the unseen intruder? ... Author's note: Thank you for reading this yarn so far. Let me know if you are keen for part 3, will poor Billy finally get laid, will Sally get her cherry popped, will Kim get the ride of her life?

Vacation at the beach by ldtexas My mom came home from work the other day and announced to my sister and me that her boss had given her a week off for vacation and was also letting her use his beach house. We were all excited about going away for a vacation. My mom works hard to support us, all on her own, and we had never had any time away, it was going to be great! My mom is only 30, she had me when she was only 14 and my sister less than a year later. She and my dad never got married, we used to live with our grandparents but moved away from there as soon as mom saved enough money. My mom’s name is Judy and she is very pretty, has a great body with nice tits and a great ass. My sister, Sarah, takes after her and they are often mistaken as sisters instead of mother and daughter since mom looks so young. We arrived at the beach house on a Sunday morning after driving most of the previous night. I drove part of the way but was sleeping when we got there, as was my sister. Mom was tired and just wanted to sleep so after we unloaded the car she told us to go explore while she went to bed. Sarah went into the other bedroom to change into her swimsuit and I just stripped down in the front room to change into mine. Just as I was stepping into my suit Sarah came back into the room. I stood up and looked at her and we were both just staring at the other, her at my exposed dick and me at her tiny bikini. After a few seconds my mind started working again and I finished pulling my suit on. “Oops! Sorry bro, I didn’t know you weren’t done changing,” Sarah said with a little giggle. “No problem. Does mom know you have that tiny little bikini?” I said while looking at her nearly naked body. “Yeah, mom helped me pick it out. Do you like it?” She asked as she held her arms up and did a slow turn. It was a g-string style on the bottom and her ass looked great in it. The top was very small too with most of her tits showing. “I like it a lot, what little there is of it. I’m surprised mom let you get it.” “Bro, wait until you see hers! It is smaller than mine!” “Smaller than that little thing you have on? Hell, any smaller than yours would be next to naked!” “Yeah, she looks really hot in it. Mom said that since we may not get to go on a vacation like this again any time soon that we were going to have as much fun and get as much sun as we could before she had to go back to work.” “Cool! Come on sis, let’s go check the beach out and see what else is around here.” I said as I held the door open for her. Sarah picked up the beach bag and I grabbed the umbrella and followed her out the door and down onto the beach. We picked out a good spot within sight of the house and set up the umbrella and lay out our blanket. Sarah took out the sunscreen and squirted some in her hand and handed the bottle to me and I did the same. We both covered our fronts and then I offered to rub some on her back. Sarah lay down on her stomach and handed me the sunscreen. I started to rub some lotion on and she reached behind her and untied her top so I could get her whole back. Then I just sat back beside her and watched the other people on the beach. Something caught my eye and I turned to see three women walking towards us, they were all topless! “Sarah, hey, check them out.” I said as I poked her shoulder. Sarah turned her head to look, “yeah, they aren’t the only ones, look over there,” she said with a nod toward some more topless girls who looked to be about our age. “Wow! Guess this is a topless beach, lots of nice tits to look at!” I said with a big grin. Sarah slapped at me, “you are such a dog!” “Woof, woof!” I said laughing. Sarah just rolled her eyes at me and turned her head back the other way. We continued to lay in the sun for a while and the beach was getting more crowded. Lots more topless girls and women walking around or laying in the sun, it was great! I must have fallen asleep though as I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I turned to see Sarah kneeling over me with her tits exposed. “Hey sleepy head, get up and come get in the water with me,” Sarah said with a smile on her face. “Sarah, where is your top?” “I put it in the bag. If all these other girls are going topless then I am too.” “Well, I won’t argue with you, the more nice tits, the better I say.” “You think I have nice tits Jimmy?” Sarah asked as she cupped them in her hands. “Sis, I think you have great tits!” “Wow! Thanks bro! Just for that I am going to let you rub some lotion on them so they won’t burn,” Sarah said as she handed me the sunscreen. “Cool!” I said as I took the bottle and squirted the lotion right on her tits. “Hey! What are you doing?” Sarah asked, looking down at the sunscreen dripping down her tits. “I’m putting the lotion on your tits, you said I could,” I replied. “I meant you could rub some in not squirt it all over,” Sarah snapped. “What difference does it make, I will rub it in now.” “The difference is that it looks like you just shot your cum on my tits!” “Huh, I hadn’t thought about that, it does look like that!” I said and then started laughing. Sarah gave me a stern look and then fell apart and started laughing too. Then she started running her fingers through the goo dripping from her nipples making them stand up hard. “Hey, I thought you were going to let me do that,” I said with a pout. “Well, go ahead then bro,” and she turned and pushed her chest out at me. I cupped my sisters’ tits in my palms and started to run my hands over them. I squeezed her tits through my hands like I was milking them, finishing off with her nipples sliding between my thumb and finger. My dick was as hard as a rock in my shorts and my breathing was getting heavy. This was the first time I had ever had a girls tits in my hands out in the open. I had felt a few girls up before, some even under their shirts, but never a girls bare exposed tits. Sarah was breathing hard too and starting to moan a little. “Damn bro, that sure feels good. Oh yeah…oh yeah…oh yeah…” Sarah moaned, “I’m going to cum, keep rubbing right on my nipples. I kept rubbing her nipples and squeezing them. I looked down and saw that Sarah had her hand down the front of her bikini bottoms and was rubbing her pussy. My dick felt like it was ready to explode. Sarah was moaning louder now, she was getting close. Sarah lay down on her back with her hand still down her suit bottoms. Here we were, out on the public beach, me with my hands on my sisters’ tits, and her with her hand in her pussy rubbing herself off. Anyone could have been watching but I looked around and nobody was paying any attention to us. Sarah was bucking her hips all around and then suddenly thrust her hips up hard and then dropped. “Wow bro, that was intense! I never came so hard before!” I was just sitting there, breathing hard, unable to speak. My sister had just rubbed herself off and had an orgasm right in front of me. My dick was hard and throbbing. Sarah looked up at me then her eyes dropped to my dick, the head was peeking out of the top of my suit and was leaking a little. “Damn Jimmy, looks like you need to get off too. Why don’t you go ahead and jerk off, it looks like you’re almost there already,” “I can’t jerk off out here in the open, someone will see. I can’t believe you just did that! Someone could have seen you too.” “Bro, I couldn’t help it. You rubbing my tits like that just had me so worked up. I think there must be a direct connection between my boobs and pussy. I’m sorry I got you all worked up and you can’t relieve yourself. Hey, why don’t you go over there to the restroom and take care of it in there?” “No, that’s okay. Lets go get in the water and swim or something, it’ll go down then.” I held out my hand to Sarah and pulled her up. We walked down to the water and waded in. The cool water felt good and soon Sarah and I were splashing around and trying to dunk each other. Sarah jumped on my back so I flipped her over into the water. She came up spurting water and laughing and jumped on me again so I flipped her again. She came up laughing and jumped on my back again only this time something felt different. I flipped her again and as she went over into the water I saw her bare pussy. Her suit bottoms must have come off in all the horseplay. This time when she came up laughing and jumped on my back again I didn’t flip her off into the water. “What’s the matter Jimmy, all worn out?” “No Sarah, you lost you bikini bottom!” “Oh shit! Where could it have gone?” “I don’t know sis, I don’t see it anywhere. It probably floated away or is laying on the bottom somewhere.” “We’ll never find it now. Guess I’ll just have to go without until we get back to our stuff.” And with that Sarah started walking back to the beach and as she got to where the water was below her waist she just kept on walking out of the surf and onto the beach. I followed along behind her as she walked toward our stuff. She didn’t even try to cover up as she walked and everyone stared at her. She just smiled at them and told them she lost her suit in the water. When we got to our stuff Sarah didn’t seem to be in any hurry to cover up. She took a towel and dried herself off as I stood there taking in her naked body. “Well, I guess you should wrap a towel around yourself and I will get our stuff together so we can go back to the house.” “Oh Jimmy, I’m not ready to go yet. I want to lay out some more. I can just cover my pussy with the towel,” she said as she laid down still completely naked. I lay down next to her and she covered her pussy with the corner of the towel. We lay there in the sun for about 30 minutes when I heard mom calling us. I rolled over and got up on my knees and waved to mom as she walked toward us. Sarah was sleeping and hadn’t heard mom calling so I shook her to wake her up. She sat up and as she did the towel fell away from her pussy. “Mom’s coming, you better cover back up.” “Mom’s seen me naked before.” “Yeah, but not out in the open on a public beach where any guy in the world can see you.” Sarah covered up her pussy again but left her bare tits out still as mom walked up. “Wow mom, that is some super hot bikini!” I said as she came up to me. “Thanks baby, glad you like it.” “Hi mom, did you have a nice nap?” Sarah asked. “I did. Sarah, where is your swim suit?” “The top is in the beach bag, I took it off earlier since this is a topless beach.” “Where are the bottoms young lady?” “Jimmy and I were playing in the water and they came off and we couldn’t find them.” “So, you thought it was okay to just go without?” “Mom, I was covered up. Come on and lay down and catch what’s left of the sun.” Mom sat down on the blanket next to me and took the sunscreen and started to rub some on. After she was done with her front she lay down on the blanket. I was in between my mom and sister, one of them basically naked and the other in the tiniest bikini I had ever seen. After a while mom turned over on her stomach to get some sun on her back. “Here baby, will you rub some of this on my back?” She asked me as she handed me the bottle of lotion. “Sure mom.” I took the bottle and squirted some in my hands and started to rub it onto moms’ back. Mom then reached behind her and untied the strings on her top so I could do her whole back. I worked the lotion into her back all the way down to her suit bottom string. Moms’ suit was a g-string style like Sarah’s so her ass cheeks were totally bare. I hesitated to rub the lotion on them but mom said to go ahead and go all the way down her legs as well as her bottom. So I squirted some more lotion onto my hands and started rubbing moms’ ass. Mom has a great ass and it felt so good to be rubbing it. I was getting hard again, just like when I rubbed my sisters tits. “Mmmm baby, that feels really good but you need to get my legs too. Oh, and uh, you need to tuck yourself back in,” she said nodding at my exposed dick. I looked down, “sorry mom, thing has a mind of it’s own.” “That’s okay baby, I enjoyed the view!” I heard Sarah giggle a little as I pulled my suit up over my dick and started rubbing the lotion on moms’ legs. I worked my way down one leg and then started up the other one. As I neared the top mom had spread her legs a little and I could see her suit barely covering her pussy and the string up between her cheeks and her little rosebud behind the string. I worked my hands up moms’ thigh and was rubbing the inside and my finger ran along her bikini covered pussy. Mom squirmed a little and sighed as I pulled my hands away. “All done mom!” “Thanks baby, that felt really good. You can be my masseuse any time!” After a while mom turned over and her bare tits were now exposed. Mom appeared to be asleep not realizing she had left her top untied when she turned over. I tapped Sarah on the shoulder and pointed to mom. “Looks like mom has joined in with the rest of us!” Sarah said with a little giggle. Mom stirred and sat up, “what did you say baby?” “I said that you were joining the rest of us topless girls.” Mom looked down at her exposed tits, “oh, I forgot my top was untied. Oh well, I would like some sun on my boobs too.” “Well, you should have Jimmy rub some lotion on your boobs, he does a really great job on them.” “Sounds like the voice of experience. Have you been letting your brother rub your boobs?” “Oh yeah mom, it felt so good!” Mom looked at me and I was red faced. “Hmmm…So baby, would you like to rub the sunscreen on your moms’ boobs?” “Uh…sure mom, if you want me to.” “Well, after the good job you did on my back and the recommendation from your sister it sounds like a treat I shouldn’t pass up!” So I squirted a big glob of lotion on my hands and turned to mom to start. “Hey bro, why didn’t you squirt a big load of lotion right on her boobs like you did to me? Mom, you should have seen it, it looked like he had just shot a big load of cum all over my tits!” “Sarah, what do you know about guys shooting their loads on a woman’s tits?” “Oh mom, come on, you know I’m not a virgin. You took me to the doctor for birth control when I told you that I was having sex with Steve. I’ve had him blow his load on my tits a few times.” So there I was rubbing sunscreen on my moms’ tits listening to her and my sister talk about her having sex with her boyfriend. I was red faced and my dick was hard again. I worked moms’ tits like I did Sarah’s, squeezing them through my hands until I had her nipples between my thumb and finger, stretching the nipples out letting them finally slip through as her tits dropped back to her body. “Oh Jimmy, that does feel really good. Sarah was right, you do a great job on a woman’s boobs.” A while later after I had finished rubbing the lotion on moms’ tits she decided to go for a walk along the beach. Sarah and I stayed behind. “Well bro, looks like you had about as much fun with moms’ tits as you did mine. Your dick looks like it is just as hard as it was when you rubbed my tits.” “Mom has real nice tits too and they felt as good as yours did but I don’t think she had an orgasm like you did.” “Yeah well, she would have if she had been rubbing her pussy like I was while you were rubbing my tits.” “I still can’t believe you did that right out here in the open.” “What, you mean like this?” And with that Sarah slipped her hand under her towel and started playing with her pussy while I watched. “Damn you’re a horny little bitch aren’t you?” “Oh yeah, because Steve’s not here to fuck me! If he was I would make him fuck me right here on the beach where everyone could see us!” Sarah said as she frantically fingered her pussy. The towel had slipped off and Sarah had three fingers sloshing in and out of her pussy right out in the open for anyone on the beach to see her. As late in the day as it was there was hardly anyone left on the beach so nobody but me got a good look at what she was doing. I was sure watching though and my dick was rock hard and sticking up above my suit again. I looked around again to see if anyone was watching and I saw mom coming back toward us. Sarah was still fingering herself hard and fast as mom got closer. “Sarah, mom is coming back. You better stop and get covered back up!” “Oh! I’m almost there…” “So is mom, she’s almost here!” “I don’t care, I don’t care,” Sarah said as she stroked her clit with one hand and finger fucked herself with the other. Mom walked up and stood at Sarah’s feet without saying a word, she just stood and watched as Sarah got herself off. Soon Sarah was cumming, she arched her hips off the ground and furiously rubbed her clit and moaned long and loud. Finally she drooped flat on her back and was breathing hard and fast. Sarah opened her eyes and saw mom standing over her. “Oh mom, I just couldn’t stop myself, it felt so good I just had to finish,” Sarah panted. Mom just held her hand out to Sarah, “come on, lets get this stiff picked up and go back to the house.” Sarah took moms’ hand and pulled herself up not even bothering to cover up and we picked up our stuff. Sarah had the towels in her arms but didn’t wrap one around her naked body, mom had the blanket and beach bag and I had the umbrella. We walked back to the house past a few people who were also packing their stuff. They just stared as the naked young girl and her topless mom and brother walked by. When we got to the house Sarah took the towels and dumped them in the wash machine and started it and mom went in to start dinner. I started to go into the bathroom to take a shower but Sarah ran in ahead of me. I wanted to go jerk off in the shower but instead had to go in the bedroom to do it. I went in and closed the door and stripped off my suit and flopped on the bed and took my dick in hand and started to stroke it. I had all the events of the day running through my mind to stroke off to, rubbing Sarah’s tits while she rubbed her pussy, rubbing moms’ tits and then watching Sarah finger fuck herself right out in the open and in front of mom until she came in a big orgasm. Soon I could feel the cum racing up my dick and suddenly spurt out in a high arc and land on my chest. Just then the door opened and mom stood there watching me cum all over myself. There was no holding back and no hiding what I was doing, I just kept spurting. Mom waited until I was through before saying anything. “Baby, when you are finished cleaning up please set the table for me.” And with that she closed the door and left. I lay there for a few minutes just taking in what had just happened and thought about what had happened all day. Then the realization hit me that when mom had been standing at the door as I was cumming all over myself that she had still been topless. That thought had me starting to get hard again. I decided I batter get cleaned up and go set the table like she had asked so I grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped the cum off my chest and got up and pulled some shorts on and went out to the kitchen. When I got there mom was standing at the stove, and she was still topless, stirring something in a pan. “Jimmy, sorry to have walked in on you just now, the door wasn’t locked or I would have knocked.” “That’s okay mom, I wasn’t thinking about that when I went in there. I was pretty worked up from all that happened today on the beach.” “I know baby, your sister and I teased you a little and your sister’s performance had me pretty worked up too. She seems to have a pretty wild exhibitionist streak in her. I’m going to have to talk to her about that, she could have caused a lot of problems masturbating in public like that. Especially on a beach that is only topless.” I took the plates and silverware and set the table for supper. About the time that I had finished Sarah came into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around the hair on her head but other than that she was still naked. Mom noticed but didn’t say anything to her about it. “Oh Sarah, I’m glad you’re finally out of the shower. Watch this spaghetti sauce for me while I go take a quick shower before dinner. I need to wash the sand and sunscreen off, I feel all sticky.” “Sure mom, no problem.” Mom went to take her shower while Sarah and I continued getting the food ready. “So, are you planning to stay naked for the rest of the vacation?” “Maybe, are you complaining?” “No, no, I like seeing a beautiful naked girl in the house, just wondering?” “Jimmy, you really think I’m beautiful?” “Sure! You’re the most beautiful naked girl in this kitchen!” “Oh you!” Sarah said and then she stuck her finger in the sauce and then flicked it at me getting sauce spots on my chest. “Hey! You’re going to have to clean that up.” “Okay, no problem.” Sarah walked up to me and then bent her head down and started to lick the sauce off my chest. She even sucked on my nipples some even though there wasn’t any sauce on them. My super hot naked sister was licking my chest! My dick was hard instantly only this time I had some loose shorts on instead of my tight speedo so my dick just stuck out making a tent in my shorts. About that time mom walked back in with a towel wrapped around her hair on top of her head and she was also naked like Sarah. “Sarah, what are you doing to your brother?” “I flicked spaghetti sauce on his chest and I was licking it off to see if it needed any more seasoning,” Sarah said with a giggle in her voice. “I see that you decided to go naked too. I think maybe I will just stay this way the rest of the week. I really like not having any clothes on.” “Well kids, I was talking to a woman earlier when I went walking on the beach and she told me that there is a nude beach about a mile further down and I thought we might go there tomorrow and check it out so I wanted to be nude for a while before going so I could get a little used to it.” “Heck yeah mom! That sounds like fun!” Sarah said excitedly. “I was pretty sure you would be all for it. How about you Jimmy, sound good to you?” “I don’t know mom, I’m having a hard time just being here with you and Sarah, I don’t know if I am ready to go naked too and especially out in front of other people.” “Baby, I can see that you are having a “hard” time.” Mom said looking down at the tent in my shorts. “Mom!” “Sorry baby, just teasing. You don’t have to get naked on the beach, it’s clothing optional, you can still wear your suit. Let’s eat while the pasta is still hot.” So we sat down to eat, me and my naked mother and sister. I could hardly concentrate on my food watching the naked tits jiggling in front of me while mom and Sarah talked and laughed. Near the end of the meal, Sarah was taking one last big bite of pasta and some of it dripped off her fork and landed on her right tit. She giggled and picked up her napkin to wipe it off. “Wait a sec, you licked sauce off of my chest, it’s my turn to lick it off of yours!” “Sure bro, come and get it.” And she turned her chair to face me. I got up, not caring that my hard dick was tenting out my shorts and got down on my knees in front of Sarah. I looked up into her eyes and she smiled at me. I then bent my head down to her tit where the sauce had landed on top of it and licked the sauce off. Then I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it just like she had done to mine and then I switched to the other nipple and did the same. Sarah was moaning softly and stoking my hair. Mom sat there watching us with a smile on her face and then took her fork and dipped it into the last of her spaghetti and just dumped it on her right tit. “Hey! When is it my turn?” And she turned her chair toward Sarah and me. “Right now I guess,” I said as I got up from in front of Sarah and went over in front of mom. I bent down on my knees in front of her and licked the sauce off her tit and then sucked the nipple into my mouth. “Oh baby, it’s been so long since the last time you sucked on my nipples.” Just then Sarah got on her knees beside me and took moms’ other nipple in her mouth and sucked on it. “Oh my, both my babies sucking on my nipples at the same time!” Mom had her hand down in her pussy rubbing her clit and fingering her hole as Sarah and I sucked her nipples. Soon mom was bucking her hips all over the chair fucking herself on her fingers as we sucked her nipples and finally she had a big climax and she actually squirted her pussy juice getting some on both Sarah and myself. “Oh kids, thanks so much! I haven’t cum that hard since before your dad left us.” We all got up and cleaned up the kitchen then mom and Sarah went out on the porch to enjoy the evening sea breeze while I went in to take a shower. In the shower I lathered myself up and then took my dick in hand and started stroking it thinking about mom cumming while Sarah and I sucked her tits. Soon I was spraying the shower wall with cum. After rinsing off I got out of the shower and dried off. I decided right then that I was going to join mom and Sarah and stay naked. I walked out of the bathroom and went to the front door. It was pitch black outside except for the light from the door and windows and nobody else was around so I didn’t think anyone would see me naked so I stepped out the door. “Hey mom, Jimmy has decided to get naked with us! And it looks like he has calmed down too, his dick isn’t hard any more.” “Sarah, quit teasing your brother! Come on Jimmy, sit with us and enjoy the breeze.” Sarah and mom moved apart and I sat down between them on the porch swing. “Mom, you don’t think anyone can see us sitting here do you?” “Nah, don’t worry about it baby. Even if someone does see us they don’t know us and we will never see them again. Besides, in the dark it is hard to see into this porch through the screen.” So the three of us just sat naked together gently swinging back and forth enjoying the breeze on our skin. Sarah and I talked to our mom about our lives and dreams and school, my girlfriends and Sarah’s boyfriend, mom told us about her last boyfriend. We had never before talked so openly with our mom, it was great to talk like adults to each other instead of parent and children as it had been up to that time. “Well you two, I’m going to bed,” Mom said as she stood up and stretched, “We’ll get up in the morning and have breakfast and then we can walk down to the nude beach and check it out. Sound good to you?” “Sounds good to me,” I said as I stood up and wrapped my arms around her to giver her a hug, “Good night mom.” “Good night baby,” mom said as she hugged me tight to her body pressing her bare tits into my bare chest my dick rubbing in her landing strip hair. Sarah then stood up and we hugged each other too and she kissed me on the cheek. “I love you bro, thanks for the wonderful day.” “I love you too sis,” I said and then gave her a quick kiss on the lips. I followed these two beautiful naked women into the house and watched as they went into their bedroom and then I went into mine. I thought for a second about going in with them but decided against it. I left the door open, we had all seen all there was to see so no need to close it. I flopped down on the bed and lay there thinking about the day. My dick started to get hard again and I took it in my hand and started to lightly stroke it. The more I lay there thinking the harder I stroked. Soon I was just about to blow my load when I heard a noise and opened my eyes and Sarah was standing in the doorway watching me. I thought for a second about stopping but I was so close I just kept stroking. Sarah had her hand down rubbing over her pussy and we looked into each others eyes as we masturbated. Suddenly the cum came shooting out of my dick, it splattered over my chest and some even hit me under my chin. I looked over at Sarah just as she slumped against the doorframe. I reached for some more tissues and started to wipe the cum from my body. As I reached to drop the used tissues in the trash I looked to the door but Sarah was gone. I lay back and drifted off to sleep. Vacation at the beach, Day 2 I woke to the sunshine streaming in through the window and the smell of bacon frying in the air. I got up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched my body out. I had a hard dick, morning wood, and I had to pee. I went to the bathroom and heard the shower running but the door was open so I went in. Sarah was in the shower and I could see her wet naked body through the clear glass shower door. She turned and saw me as I came in. “Morning bro!” “Morning Sarah,” I said groggily. “Well, at least part of you is awake,” she said while pointing to my dick. “Yeah, I got to pee, hope you don’t mind.” “Jimmy, after yesterday I don’t think any of us have anything left to be embarrassed about or anything to hide. I hope you didn’t mind me watching you last night,” Sarah said as she rubbed the soap over her tits while she watched me push my dick down and start peeing. “No, I figured after watching you rub yourself off twice yesterday that it was okay for you to watch me.” “Yeah, I guess so!” Then she opened the shower door, “hey, do me a favor and wash my back, will you?” “Uh, yeah sure,” I said and stepped into the shower. I took the soap and started rubbing it over her back. I worked her shoulders and started my way down her back to her ass. “Damn bro, you really do make a good masseuse!” “Thanks! Turn around and rinse off.” Sarah turned her back to the shower spray and I reached around to wash the soap off. My still hard dick was poking into her stomach and rubbing back and forth as I got all the soap off her back. “Wow! Doesn’t this thing ever stay down?” Sarah asked as she took my dick in her hand a stroked it. “If you keep doing that I will cum all over you and it might go down then.” “Let’s try it and see!” Sarah then started stroking a little harder and faster and I held onto her shoulders. Sarah took my balls in her other hand and fondled them gently. Then she started to run her hand further down and slid her finger over my bung hole which made me jump a little. Sarah just giggled and kept running her finger over it as she jerked my dick. Then she slipped her finger in the hole making me clench my cheeks together. “Relax bro, this will feel real good if you do.” I tried to let loose and concentrate on how good her hand felt on my dick and as I did her finger slipped deeper in. Then I felt her wiggle her finger around some as she kept stroking my dick. Then it happened, I felt a sudden burst from my dick as I shot stream after stream of cum out all over Sarah’s tits. I nearly collapsed as my legs turned to jello but Sarah held onto me. Then she stood up and hugged me and leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Then she turned around and let the spray wash my cum off her body then moved out of the way and the spray washed over me. Just then mom called us to breakfast. “Coming mom!” Sarah called back. “Already came mom!” I called out and we both burst out laughing. Mom came into the bathroom as we were standing there drying ourselves off. “What’s going on in here? What did I miss?” “I was in the shower when Jimmy came in with his morning wood and had to pee. Then I asked him to wash my back for me and then I washed his.” “Yeah, uh-huh, sure…” Mom said as she looked at my half hard dick with a drop of cum still on the head. Then she reached down and rubbed the drop on her finger and then stuck it in her mouth and licked it off. “Lets eat before the food gets too cold.” After we ate we gathered our stuff up to go down to the beach. It was going to be a mile walk so we packed light, just took the beach bag with the blanket and towels and sunscreen in it as well as some bottled water and some snacks. Mom slipped on her bikini bottoms and I put my speedo on. Sarah wanted to just go naked but mom made her wrap a towel around her waist for our walk to the nude beach. Since it was a Monday there weren’t many people on the beach as we walked. But all the men who were there were sure watching mom and Sarah’s tits as we went by. As we got a ways down the beach there was a point where the beach turned to rock and we had to walk over the rocks. Once we got on the other side there was a sign that warned that beyond that point there may be nude sunbathers. This was it, the nude area of the beach. I turned to Sarah to tell her we were there but she had already taken off her towel and was naked. We walked a little further down looking for a good spot to lay our blanket out. We picked a place towards the back of the beach so we wouldn’t be in the high traffic area. Mom spread out the blanket and Sarah took the sunscreen out and started to rub herself down with it. Then she handed it to me and turned her back to me so I could rub it on her back. I worked my way down to her feet and then back up to her ass. As I rubbed the lotion into her ass I slipped my fingers down between her cheeks and slipped a finger into her ass. I wanted to see what it felt like for Sarah when she had done that to me in the shower. Sarah moaned real loud and mom looked over at us as I was crouched down behind my sister with my finger in her ass. “Baby, what are you doing to your sister?” “Well, Sarah stuck her finger up my behind in the shower this morning and I wanted to see what it was like to stick my finger up hers.” “Sarah, you had your finger up in your brothers behind?” “Yeah mom, I was massaging his prostate. He came like a geyser when I did that!” “Where did you learn to do that?” “On the internet of course. I found a website full of sex techniques and I learned a lot.” Sarah lay down next to mom. Mom had taken her bikini bottoms off and was now naked too. I was hesitant to strip down because my dick was rock hard from rubbing Sarah and playing with her ass. “Baby, aren’t you going to take your speedo off and join us?” I turned to mom, “my dick is hard and I don’t think I want to be waving it around in front of everyone.” “Jimmy, your sister and I have already seen your cock when it is hard and there aren’t many people here to see you. And you should be proud of your cock, it is really beautiful when it is hard. And after a while you will get used to it and it will go soft.” I thought about it for a few seconds and then hooked my thumbs in my suit and pulled it down and stepped out of it. I stood in front of my mom and sister naked with my dick so hard it was almost sticking straight up against my belly. “Baby, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. That is a cock to be proud of for sure, so hard and so upright. That’s one that would make any woman happy!” “It would sure make me happy!” Sarah blurted out. “I still feel funny about being out in the open with a hard dick.” “Bro, why don’t you just jerk off, that will get it to go down for a while.” “I’m not going to do that out here.” “Go ahead baby, your sister and I have both already seen you do it and nobody else is paying any attention.” I looked around and the few people who were on the beach were not looking our way, most were just laying on their backs soaking up the sun. I tentatively wrapped my hand around my dick and slowly stroked it a few times but then stopped. “What’s wrong Jimmy?” mom asked as she sat up. “I don’t know, guess I’m still a little wierded out stroking off out in the open.” “Your dad used to love to jerk off for me, especially when we were with the gang skinny dipping out at the lake.” “Really mom, dad did that in front of you and your friends?” asked a very interested Sarah. “Oh yes he did. I think that must be where you get your exhibitionist streak from. We would all be laying on the shore of the lake naked after swimming and your dad used to love hanging out in front of the girls with his cock all hard.” “Is Jimmy as big as dad?” Mom looked at my hard dick in my hand for a second, “I’d say that Jimmy is just a tad bigger than your father.” That made me feel good. I didn’t care much for my dad, he hardly ever came to see us but mom still had a thing for him. “We used to have contests to see which one of the guys could cum the fastest. All the girls would get down on their knees in front of their guys and the rule was we couldn’t touch them with anything but our tongues. Your dad and I would always win because I knew just how to rub his cock with my tongue to make him shoot off.” “What did you do mom?” “There is a spot on the underside of a guys cock that is very sensitive and feels really good to him when it is rubbed there. Jimmy, do you want me to demonstrate how I did it?” At this point I was so excited just from hearing the description I could only nod. Mom got up on her knees in front of me and leaned in close to my dick. I could feel her breath on it and then she stuck her tongue out and touched the underside of my dick at the base of the head. My dick jerked up as she did. Mom giggled, “see how sensitive that area is?” “Yeah mom, that is cool!” Sarah said as she got up on her knees next to mom so she could see better. Mom then leaned in again and touched her tongue to my dick and then started rubbing it all around in that spot. I felt my knees start to go weak but mom grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands to steady me and kept on rubbing my dick with her tongue. It felt so good and I knew I would be blowing my load soon. “Mom, I’m about to cum!” “Sarah, help me get your brother off!” Sarah leaned in closer and stuck her tongue out and together they rubbed the underside of the head of my dick. “Here it comes mom!” Neither one backed off, they both just kept licking me. I could feel the cum shooting up the shaft of my dick, spewing out over moms’ face. Some went up in her hair and some on her nose and some even in her mouth. Sarah pushed her face in and caught the next couple of streams on her face and in her mouth. It felt so wild cumming without stroking my dick. It just kept jerking up with every stream of cum, it was very intense. Sarah licked the last remnants of cum off the end of my dick, even taking the head clear inside her mouth and sucking on it. I finally couldn’t stand any more and sank to my knees in front of mom and Sarah. I was huffing and puffing trying to catch my breath. Mom and Sarah were both smiling big with their cum soaked faces. I put a hand on each of their shoulders and drew them into me. I kissed mom on the mouth and then I turned and kissed Sarah, tasting my own cum as I did. Sarah and mom took turns licking my cum off of one another’s faces while I collapsed on the blanket face down, resting my head on my arms. Mom and Sarah then proceeded to rub sunscreen all over my back, ass and legs. They wanted me to turn over so they could do the front but I told them we would do it later. “Men! They get a little bit of sex and then all they want to do is roll over and go to sleep!” Mom said and then slapped me on the ass. I just lay there and drifted off to sleep, totally satisfied. I woke up a little while later when I heard some loud music playing just down the beach from us. I rolled over and sat up and looked at the group that had gathered. There were four or five guys and about six girls all of them just a little older than me, they were maybe 19 or 20. The girls were dancing to the music as they stripped off their bikinis’, bumping and grinding. One of the guys had a video camera and was getting the girls dancing on video. I shook Sarah so she would wake up and watch the goings on with me. “What’s up bro?” “Check them out!” “Oh, a bunch of hotties for you to drool over!” Sarah and I sat there watching the girls do their strip for the camera. Once all the girls were naked they egged the guys on until they got up and started dancing. One of the now naked girls had the video camera and was shooting the guys dancing. They were thrusting their hips at the girls and then slowly pushing their suits down until they were at their feet. Then they continued to shake their dicks in the girls’ faces. Soon a couple of the girls started sucking the dick of the guy in front of them. Then the guys were on their backs and the girls were squatting down on the guys’ faces and getting their pussies licked. After a while they settled down and were just lying in the sun like everyone else. “Well bro, now that you’re up again, let me rub some sunscreen on you so you won’t burn.” I lay down on my back and Sarah got up and threw her leg over me and straddled my waist and started rubbing the lotion on my face and down on my shoulders. It felt good to have her squatting on top of me and my dick was already hard from watching the girls dancing. As Sarah moved back to so she could get to my chest to rub the lotion on it she slid down on my hard dick. “Oh, that feels good!” she said as she wiggled her butt back and forth rubbing her pussy on my dick. “Feels good to me too,” I said as I rubbed my sister’s thighs. Sarah continued to rub the lotion on my chest and stomach then she turned around so her ass was to me and did my legs and feet all the while rubbing her pussy on my hard dick. I looked over to mom and she appeared to be still asleep. Sarah had finished my legs but didn’t get up and turn around yet but she did lift her ass up some. Then she looked at me over her shoulder and reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks as wide as she could. Then she slid her finger down and slid it in and out of her pussy a few times getting it good and coated with her pussy juice. She the slid the finger in her little puckered hole and moved it in and out a few times. She did the same thing with her other hand and she then had a finger from each hand in her ass, she pulled them apart and opened up her hole. You could see all the way into her, it was all pink inside. Sarah pulled her fingers out of her ass but the hole stayed open for a second and then looked like she flexed a little and it close back up. She then turned around and sat back on my dick and rubbed her pussy on it some more. Sarah lifted her hips up and took my dick in her hand and put it at the entrance to her pussy and slowly sank down on it. I was inside my sister for the first time and damn she felt good! Sarah started to move up and down my dick with long slow strokes. I reached up and played with her tits and squeezed and pulled her nipples, I knew she liked that from rubbing her tits the day before. Sarah started bouncing faster and faster on my dick. After a few minutes of this she raised herself up off of me. I gave her a questioning look and she just smiled and grabbed my dick and bent it down a little and lined it up with her puckered hole and started to slip it down over my dick. The head finally popped in and Sarah relaxed the muscles a little and I slid on into her ass. Sarah then leaned back and put her hands on my thighs and started to ride my dick. “Rub my clit and pussy hard and fast while I ride you.” I slid two fingers into her pussy and rubbed my thumb on her clit as hard and fast as I could while she bucked her ass up and down on my dick. It felt fantastic and it wasn’t long before I was ready to cum and I told Sarah I was almost there. “Rub me harder, use both hands, I’m almost there too!” I did as she asked and she bounced her ass even faster on my dick. “Sarah! I’m cumming!” I shouted. “Me too!” Sarah screamed. My cum was squirting out of my dick and into my sister’s ass. And right then I felt something wet hit my face. I looked up and Sarah’s pussy was squirting like she was peeing on me except it wasn’t pee it was pussy juice! I opened my mouth and let some in and it didn’t taste that bad, no worse than my own cum tasted. Finally we both stopped cumming and Sarah fell forward on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Then suddenly we heard people clapping and I looked over and the group of guys and girls were standing there having watched us and were clapping and cheering for us. I guess we put on a great show. I looked over at mom and she was lying on her side propped up on her elbow looking at us with a smile on her face. Sarah lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes, she kissed me and stuck her tongue in my mouth and my tongue danced with hers for a few seconds before we broke the kiss. “I love you bro!” “I love you too sis.” We lay there like that for a while with my softening dick still in her ass. Our audience had gone back to their blankets and mom lay back down and closed her eyes. After a while Sarah sat back up and started to stand up, as she did my deflated dick slipped out of her ass. I looked up at her and my cum was dribbling out of her ass and running down her thighs. She held her hand out to me. “Come on bro, lets go play in the water a while. I want to wash some of this cum off of me,” she said as she ran her finger through the cum on her thigh. “Sure sis,” I said as I took her hand and stood up. We walked hand in hand toward the water. As we passed by the group of guys and girls who were our audience we saw that they were all coupled in some sort of sex acts, some in a 69, one girl riding her guy cowgirl and a threesome with a girl on her hands and knees licking another girl while a guy was behind her ramming his dick in her pussy. We didn’t stop to watch, we just went on by and down to the water. We walked in up to our knees and then together we dove onto the waves. I surfaced and looked for Sarah but didn’t see her at first, then I felt her arms wrap around my waste and her hands around my dick. She stroked me for a few seconds and then I turned around and took her in my arms and kissed her. Sarah put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as I lined my dick up with her pussy and she lowered herself onto me. We were in the water about waste deep and as the waves rolled out we were uncovered to the point that people on the beach could see my dick in her pussy but were once again covered when the waves came in. It was hard to keep from getting knocked over by the waves so I started walking back to the beach with Sarah still riding my dick. I walked right back past the group and to our blanket and knelt down and lay Sarah on her back and followed her down. My dick has slipped out of her as I laid her down but I slipped right back in and we kept fucking. It was slow and leisurely and we were locked in a kiss as my dick slid in and out of my sister’s pussy. Soon the pressure built to the point of no return and I was cumming in her pussy, spewing forth my sperm into my sister’s pussy. We lay there kissing, my spent dick still in her pussy. As my dick went soft it slipped out and I rolled over on my back between Sarah and mom who appeared to be sleeping. Sarah leaned over and kissed me again and started kissing her way down my body. As she got to my dick she sucked it into her mouth and threw her leg over me and planted her pussy in my face. My cum was dribbling out and it looked so inviting that I leaned my head up and started licking her pussy, eating my first creampie. I figured what the hell, it’s my cum and I had already tasted it. It’s not like I was eating some other guys junk! Sarah was moaning around my dick as she licked it clean tasting our combined cum just as I was doing in her pussy. About that time mom must have woke up from her nap and sat up and was watching us as we pleasured each other. “You two are going to be insatiable from now on aren’t you?” Sarah let my dick slip out of her mouth and turned to mom, “Oh mom, I’ve never felt so good before! Sex with Steve has always been so frantic in the back seat of his car or me just sucking his cock to get him off. With Jimmy it is totally different, it is making love and not just fucking.” “Baby, I know exactly what you mean, your father and I had that once.” “Oh mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you down,” Sarah said as she climbed off of me and hugged mom. “Sarah, it’s okay, I’m happy you two are so good together,” Mom said as she hugged Sarah back. I lay on my side watching them embrace and then Sarah pushed mom onto her back and lay on top of her and kissed her on the mouth. They were tit to tit, nipple to nipple and I could see Sarah’s tongue snake it’s way into mom’s mouth as they kissed. Sarah slid her hand down moms’ belly and onto her pussy and rubbed her clit and put two fingers in her sloshing them in and out. Mom and Sarah broke off their kissing and Sarah turned around and dropped her mouth to mom’s pussy and mom clamped her mouth to Sarah’s pussy. I watched them as I stroked my hard dick. Sarah lifted her head and watched me for a few seconds with a big grin on her face. She sat up with her pussy still planted on mom’s face and motioned me over. I got up on my knees between moms’ legs and kissed Sarah, tasting moms’ pussy on her mouth. My hard dick was pointed at moms’ open pussy and it looked too inviting to pass up so I leaned forward and kissed Sarah’s nipple and slid my dick into mom’s pussy. Mom moaned loudly into Sarah’s pussy as I hammered my dick in and out of her pussy. Mom licked Sarah’s pussy, Sarah kissed me and I fucked mom. Pretty soon Sarah started cumming, then mom clamped down on my dick and started cumming and then I shot my load in mom’s pussy. Sarah got off of mom’s face and leaned down and kissed her then I lay down on mom and kissed her while my dick was still buried in her pussy. I started to go soft and rolled over and lay beside mom. Sarah moved down and started to eat my cum from mom’s pussy as mom writhed all around. Finally she couldn’t stand it any more and pushed Sarah away. “Stop! I can’t take it any more!” Mom said and slumped back and closed her eyes. We all lay there for a while trying to catch our breath. By that time it was starting to get late and the sun was going down. Mom rolled over and stood up, “Come on you two, lets go rinse off in the surf and then gather our stuff and head back to the house.” Sarah and I followed her down to the water and we all waded in. We splashed and played and swam a while and then walked back and picked our stuff up and started back to the house. None of us bothered to put our suits on or even wrap a towel around our naked bodies. I figured it was late enough that on a weekday like this that the topless part of the beach would be deserted and it was. We got to the house and Sarah and I went to take a shower while mom started dinner. Sarah and I simply washed each other in the shower, I had cum so many times that I was tapped out. It was nice to just be together washing each other without doing anything more right then. We got out of the shower and walked naked back to the kitchen where mom had made sandwiches and laid out chips and sodas. We sat and ate pretty much in silence and just as we finished there was a knock at the door. Mom went to the door and opened it a crack to see who it was, it was a sheriffs deputy. “Ma’am, we received a complaint that there were three nude individuals on the non-nude section of the beach just a short while ago and that those persons went into this house.” Mom threw open the door, “Please come in.” The deputy came in and saw that all three of us were naked. “Deputy…?” “Jones ma’am.” “Deputy Jones, I’m sorry but yes, I guess it was us that you got the call about. As you can see we are all nude, we just came back from the nude beach and we figured it was late enough that nobody would see us.” The deputy was taking in mom’s naked body as well as Sarah’s teenage naked form. “Well ma’am, if it was just me I wouldn’t have a problem with the nudity and y’all being nude on the nude section of the beach or in your own house is your business but when someone calls a complaint in we are bound to look into it. You really need to cover up on the non-nude sections of the beach. We are fairly lax about topless bathers on the non-nude areas but they draw the line at total nudity anywhere besides the established nude beach.” “We really are sorry and will make sure to abide by the rules from now on.” “I do have to take some sort of action to satisfy the complaint. What I am going to do is right you a warning, that will show that we did take action. Now if I have to come back out for the same offense then there will be a citation and that carries a fine of $50. Also, if these two minors are caught nude on the non-nude area then the whole deal will have to go before the judge to determine whether they should be removed from your custody. Do you understand all of this then?” Mom was in tears after hearing all of that and Sarah and I went to her side and hugged her. “Ma’am, please don’t cry. I know this isn’t going to be a problem again and I know I won’t have to come back for this again. Now, I will need your name for the warning ticket.” “My name is Judy Bell, here is my I.D.” Mom said as she reached into her purse and took it out. “Thank you Mrs. Bell,” the deputy said as he filled out the ticket. The deputy handed mom the warning and he turned to leave. As he stepped out the door he turned back to mom. “Mrs. Bell, I’m sorry of I upset you with the talk of court proceedings but I’m required to give you that information. I don’t want you to worry about it, I know that it won’t be a problem any more.” “You’re right Deputy Jones, it won’t happen again.” “Please call me Mark.” “Thanks Mark, please call me Judy.” “Judy, you and your kids have a nice time for the rest of your stay and please don’t worry about this. Good bye now.” “Good bye Mark, thanks for being so understanding.” Mom stood in the door and watched the deputy get in his car and drive away. As he did he waved at mom and she waved back. Mom closed the door and turned back to us and was shaking. Sarah and I went to her and hugged her and then she started to laugh. Sarah and I looked at one another with puzzled looks. “Mom, what’s so funny?” I asked. “That was so wild! Standing there stark naked in front of the deputy while he checked me out and checked out my naked teenage daughter! I thought I would cum right there in front of him. I was so excited and turned on!” Sarah and I started laughing too after hearing that. Mom took us each by the hand a led us to the master bedroom. “I think we can all fit in one bed tonight.” Mom lay down in the middle and Sarah and I lay on either side of her. The three of us came together in a three-way kiss… It had been a wild and wonderful vacation so far and we still had five days left to go…

Victoria's Secret byXBan© Victoria's Secret Ch. 01 Jessica stared across the cafeteria at the table of popular girls fantasizing what it was like to be one of them. She never really got a fair shot to hang out with them, having failed a grade back in middle school, making her the only 18 year old senior. "If you stare harder they might ask you to join." Her best friend Amanda said as she sat down beside her. Jessica laughed. "It's not fair. They get everything handed to them on a silver platter." Amanda took a bite of her sandwich and talked with her mouth full. "You know it looks easy but think of all the drama." "What drama? Looks perfectly fine to me." "Every one of those girls is dying to be Victoria's best friend. The closest ones Emma and Reilly are currently on the top, but they have to constantly fend off the rest." "And what about Victoria?" Jessica asked. "She has it the worst. If she makes one mistake, she doesn't just fall to the next rung, she falls completely off the ladder." Jessica picked at her food and continued to stare. "Still. Seems like a pretty good life to me." The popular girls laughed at one of Victoria's jokes. Amid the laughter, she looked across the room and made eye contact with Jessica. Embarrassed, Jessica looked down. She waited a few moments and then looked back up. Victoria raised her eyebrow and then focused her attention back on her friends. Jessica's heart raced. Victoria never acknowledged her existence even when they had class together. Why was she looking? *** Jessica put her books in her locker and slammed it shut. Victoria startled her as she stood on the other side. "Hey. Jenna is it?" "Jessica." "Don't care. I'm having a party on Saturday and I wanted to know if you want to come?" "I...I...sure." "Perf. Give me your phone." Jessica handed her phone over. Victoria put her number in and handed it back. "I'll text you the deets. Toodles." Jessica felt like a freshman boy as she watched the most popular girl walk away after talking to her. She looked down at her phone and noticed Victoria put her name as Goddess Victoria. She felt like she was finally making headway into popularity three years too late. *** Jessica took one last look in her car mirror to make sure her make-up was still perfect. She watched hours of video tutorials to find her style and was pleased with the final result. She needed to make a good impression if she wanted to be invited back. Victoria opened the door and hugged Jessica. She lead her into the party and announced her presence. She called her Jenna, but Jessica didn't correct her. The party was in Victoria's basement and it was bigger than Jessica's house. There were butlers handing out drinks and hors d'oeuvres with a fully functioning bar on one side of the room. She was lead through to the food preparation area where a team of chefs were busy cooking an assortment of appetizers. Jessica was overwhelmed by the excitement and ready to start mingling with other people she would never get a chance to talk with at school. "Look I know this is your first party, but one of our models dropped out last minute and we can't find a replacement." Victoria said. Jessica was too busy stargazing at the many things around her. "Jenna." Victoria snapped her fingers. "Right here." Jessica looked at Victoria. "Anyway, as I was saying, we need someone and you and the model are like twins. Do you think you can take her place?" Jessica was delighted that Victoria thought she was hot like a model. If she was a model at Victoria's party, everyone would soon know exactly who she was. "Of course, I'd love to. What am I modeling?" Victoria smiled and walked her over to the corner. "You're going to be a strolling table. Well I mean it's not really a strolling table because its not actually moving, but that's what they call it in show business." In the corner was a large round table with a giant hole in the middle engulfing the rest of the table cloth. "So you're going to go in the middle of the table and we're going to put drinks around and you basically just stand there with your hands on your hips, smile and be cute." Victoria said. "I'm going to be a table." "A strolling table." Jessica regretted saying yes. She thought she was going to be walking around in a sexually provocative outfit not stuck in some table. The silver lining was she at least she had an excuse to talk to the people that came over for drinks. "Do I have to smile the whole time?" Jessica asked. "Yes. I mean usually the model is pouring drinks but since you don't have your certificate for that I think it's just best you stand there and smile. Don't worry, no one will engage with you, I already let them know the models were just for decoration." Jessica deflated. No talking either. At least she would be seen helping Victoria out. "Just wait here and I'll have my team get you ready. Toodles." Jessica sat down and waited. She looked down at the new dress she bought and realized Victoria didn't even compliment it. All her hard earned money on a dress no one was going to see. At least she was at the party. The alternative was sitting in Amanda's basement watching television and gossiping about guys they'd never hook up with. Soon Jessica was brought out as part of the table. They had redone her makeup to exaggerate her eyes and mouth. The dress that was part of the table strapped around her shoulders and left a low dip in her top. A push up bra was used to create a voluptuous chest and a ruby pendent was placed around her neck to draw wondering eyes. Matching ruby earrings and a ruby ring were also used to complete the outfit. She stood with her hands on her hip and smiled as instructed. Drinks were placed around her and then she was left alone. Jessica watched the party and knew everyone was having a good time. She was disappointed she couldn't join, but at least she was now a fly on the wall for the cool kids. Emma and Reilly walked over and each grabbed a drink. They didn't even look at Jessica. Instead they stared out at the party with judgmental eyes. "Can you believe what that slut Kylie is wearing?" Emma said. "If you're going to show that much skin just like take it all off." Reilly said. Jessica spotted Kylie in the middle of the room surrounded by mostly guys. Her low cut top showed plenty of cleavage and matched with her short shorts, the two girls weren't wrong in their assessment. Victoria walked over and grabbed a drink, completely ignoring Jessica. She wanted to say hi, but she feared Victoria would be angry that she broke the rules. Victoria pulled out her phone and brought up a picture of a prom dress. "So here's my prom dress. I let Craig pick the color." "Oh my God, that's so pretty." Emma said. Jessica's morale deflated. She had a huge crush on Craig and always fantasized that in her final year, Craig would shock everyone and ask her. But he asked Victoria and she said yes. Now her favorite fantasy would never be a reality. Craig walked over and Victoria quickly put away her phone. He made brief eye contact with Jessica and smiled. His attention turned to Victoria. "Hey listen, I hear there's a big party going down at Masons. DJ and everything. You want to move there?" Craig said. The girls grew excited. "We'll let everyone know." Emma said and hurried off with Reilly. "I'll let them know to expect us." Craig said and brought his phone to his ear as he walked away. "Victoria." Jessica said. Victoria looked at Jessica. "You're supposed to be a decoration remember. Decorations don't talk." "Well I want to get out of her and go with you guys." "Where?" "To Masons." Victoria laughed. "We're just moving the party there, I can't bring my own decorations." "But.." "Look Jenna. You volunteered to be a decoration tonight. My father is having a party upstairs and he may want to use you. Now stop talking and play your part." Victoria walked away. Jessica didn't know what to do. She didn't even know how to get out of the outfit without causing a mess. She was stuck. The party guests starting leaving and Jessica remained in the corner. The lights went out and the entire room went dark. Jessica considered trying to get out on her own, but the dark added unneeded complications. She resigned to her fate. After 20 minutes of hopeless darkness, the lights came back on. A man dressed in an expensive suit came downstairs with what looked like one of his assistants and started pointing at all the decorations and people that were catering Victoria's party. Jessica was rolled into preparation room and the assistant hastily unloaded the drinks. "So change of plan, we obviously don't need a stroller girl anymore. Mr. West needs a trophy model." "A trophy model?" The girl looked at her dumbfounded. "Didn't your agency tell you... You know what never mind, we're paying you, so you'll do whatever we assign." "I'm not getting paid.." Jessica was silenced by the assistants finger as she answered her phone. "I'm needed elsewhere. Put this on, get your ass up there and be arm candy for whatever horny pervert grabs you." Th outfit was a skimpy shiny blue bikini and thong that would barely cover anything. She could always leave, but then Victoria would hear about and she may never be invited back. If she wanted to be apart of the cool kids, she had to make sacrifices. Looking in the mirror, the outfit left nothing to the imagination. The tight bikini hid her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts on show. The slightest movement of her legs threatened to ride her thong up her pussy. Her body was on show for anyone to see and she desperately hoped the party was a small gathering. Jessica followed the noise, while trying to figure out what the term Trophy Model meant. She couldn't think of anything worse than being arm candy. She saw women treated like objects all the time on television and she couldn't believe someone would subject themselves to that. How the tables have turned. The party became evident as two large doors opened up into a beautiful hall. Jessica was immediately grabbed by a short stubby man. The alcohol on his breath almost knocked her over, but she held her composure. On the other side of the man stood another model wearing the same outfit as Jessica. She smiled with one arm wrapped around the man and the other on her hip. Trophy model was indeed an apt name. "And what's your name, cutie?" the man asked. Jessica didn't want to use her real name. The last thing she needed was to be creeped online. She said the first thing that popped in her head. "Candy." The man laughed and his trophy model giggled. "Well Candy, that's exactly what I'm looking for. Care to join me?" The man extended his arm for her to hook under. She didn't know why he asked, like she had a choice in the matter. If she said no, he would be embarrassed and depending how important he was that would ruin the whole evening for her. She smiled and nodded, hooking her arm underneath. The man walked forward with his two trophy models as others stared at the two beautiful attractions. Jessica figured it was best to emulate the other model as she seemed to be a professional. She straightened her posture and pushed her chest out. Her tits bounced around in the tiny bikini with one false move threatening exposure. When the man stopped to talk, she gracefully put her hand on her hip and made eye contact with the person. During conversation, the guests eyes would occasionally slip from the man's eyes and check out both models' bodies. It was worse when there were several guests. Their eyes taking in every inch of her body, every imperfection. And she let them. She had no other choice. She stood with her hand on her hip smiling as she was visually sexually assaulted. How did women do this for a career? One of the hardest parts of the role was the giggling. The other girl giggled and it seemed genuine. But Jessica knew the truth. The girl was probably having the exact same thoughts as her, the only difference is that she was used to it. Her giggles were quiet at first, but as she emulated the other model, she started to get the hang of it. The trigger was when either the man or another guest laughed. Both army candy would giggle as well. For the next hour, Jessica remained as army candy for the man, whose name she learned was Leonard. He was the CEO of an IT security company and from his interactions with other guests, very well respected. There were worst people to follow around. One of those people was Victoria's own father. He had arm candy of his own and he made a point to play with their bodies whenever he wanted. Groping their tits or slapping their ass. The models took it in stride, not breaking out of their perfect posture or brainless smile. Jessica wondered how long the party would be. The smiling and holding a perfect pose was physically exhausting. Leonard received a call and dejectedly told his arm candy that he had to step out. He brought them to a vacant corner and told them to stay put. He hurried off to the exit. Jessica copied the other model with both hands on her hips and an inviting smile. Now they were decorations in the corner. Not demeaning at all. "So are we his the whole night?" Jessica asked through clenched teeth. "No, anyone can grab us now." The girls tone seemed unfriendly so Jessica remained quiet. She observed the party until one man approached and grabbed the more experienced model. She happily obliged leaving Jessica standing alone. Another chance to escape. There was an exit right behind her. She could go find her clothes and then go home. But she had already come so far, and she wanted to see it through. Despite the humiliation, which was now turning her on, it hadn't been too bad. That was about to change. Out of the crowd, she first spotted him. She had seen glimpses of him throughout the evening but she never got a good look. As he walked towards her, his identify was confirmed. Her father was at the party. There was a 50% chance he recognized her. The makeup from the stroller costume combined with the fact that she would never model her body in this way might fool him into believing that this was not his daughter. He walked up to her and looked in her eyes. She looked back with a smile. "Hello there." Her father said. "Hi." Jessica said. Her pitch was an octane higher after all the giggling which further disguised her identity. "And what's your name?" "Candy." Jessica smiled. It was a weird position to be in. After going through the routine for a few hours with the other model, it was now natural to smile, flirt, giggle and show off her body. But this was her father. She figured she had to continue to play along. Her pose remained and she let him stare unabashedly at her. "Would you like to be my arm candy?" Her father asked politely. Jessica smiled and grabbed him around his waist. Her father and mother were happily married and she knew he wasn't the type to have his hands all over a model's body. If anything it was the atmosphere. He recognized the importance of status with each girl, so he found one. Little did he know he was actually parading around his daughter like a trophy to be won. It was humiliating. It was degrading. But it was so arousing. Jessica found herself posing in a more sexual manner and giggling like an airhead. Was it because she was turned on, or was she trying to play it up to make her father look good. "Well look at that fine young woman." A voice said from behind. Jessica and her father turned around. Victoria's father, Ivan, stood surrounded by a few other models holding the same pose. He was staring at her with hungry eyes. "Nice catch, Reed." Ivan tapped her father on the shoulder as his eyes remained on her. "Are you new, sweetheart?" "This is my first night." Jessica said and giggled. Ivan whistled and looked back at his models who giggled on cue. "Well you're a little overdressed for your first night. Jessica smiled politely and giggled. Everything she thought of saying sounded risky so she decided to say nothing at all. Ivan reached and slipped off her straps letting the bikini fall and hang off her arm. She was too scared to do anything. Maybe if another guest tried it, but this was Victoria's dad. If she screwed this up, she would never be invited back again. Her breasts where on full display for everyone to see including her father. "Nice pair on this one, isn't that right, Reed?" Her father stared at her tits and nodded in agreement. "Give them a good squeeze, that's what she's here for," Jessica cringed in her mind. As if it couldn't get any more humiliating. She tried pretending that her dad was just a random man as she turned and gave him an inviting smile to fondle her tits. Her hands planted on her hips as she stood the proud owner of such a large rack. Her father didn't hesitate as he groped her breasts and pinched her nipples. They made eye contact and he still couldn't recognize her. Openly appreciating her body probably had a disassociation effect. Even if he thought she looked like his daughter, the acts performed so far would immediately contradict that. To him, she was just another dumb model paid for her body. "Give it a taste, Reed." Ivan said and slapped her father on the back. Reed bent over and start sucking on her right nipple. She giggled realizing she hadn't in a while. Her father's tongue whipped across the sensitive nipple and along with everything else, the taboo situation was starting to get her body wet. Her own father was sucking on her breasts in front of everyone. His head popped up and he wiped the slobber off his face onto his sleeve, leaving the rest on her chest. "Reed, why don't you and your trophy join us in the private den. This party is starting to bore me." Her father's eyes lit up. She knew exactly what he was feeling. It was the same feeling she got when Victoria invited her to the party. Both her and her dad were looking to move up in life and they needed to hang around the right people to do that. Jessica followed along side her father with her breasts bouncing freely. She was glad her father was making friends. It was a silver lining for having to relegate herself as an object. Besides her name, not one person talked to her. She was there to be seen and that was it. If the most intelligent girl in the world happened to be the most beautiful, men would still prefer to stare at her rather than listen. In the private den there were many other beautiful women hanging off men. The room had soft music playing with plenty of wait staff walking around with food. The private bar in the corner of the room looked like it carried ingredients for any drink you could imagine. Ivan led them to two red couches. As Reed sat down, two new models flanked him. Ivan pointed to Jessica and she joined him on his couch. She stared across at her father and he stared back looking disappointed he lost his topless model despite two more replacing her. Ivan was immediately groping and caressing her body, keeping her tits cupped in his hand. Her father watched as the host of the party helped himself to his daughter. Jessica didn't bother resisting. She had come this far, it was only a little longer before she could go home. "Sweetheart go grab me a drink from the bar." Ivan commanded. Jessica nodded compliantly. As she walked away, she could hear Ivan's booming voice. "I'm going to fuck that tonight. All these models do is come here to get some rich dick." Jessica walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey as wandering eyes stared at the round melons jiggling with each step. How was she supposed to respond to that comment? She brought Ivan his whiskey and sat down beside him. There was a moment of silence as if he was encouraging her to try and object. But she said nothing. "Thanks slut." Ivan said. Jessica was so embarrassed. He was openly degrading her in front of her father and all she could do was smile, giggle and take it. Her dad's face showed pity. He was probably thankful it wasn't his daughter in this situation. After a general conversation about business and a few introductions to his business associates, Ivan got off the couch. Jessica stood up with him and held her arm around his shoulder. She made eye contact with her father one more time hoping he would notice her and save her. But he smiled politely and went back to talking with the other men. Ivan lead her to a small private room and closed the door. "Are you enjoying your night, Jessica?" Ivan said as he undid his built. Jessica's eyes lit up. "You know who I am?" Ivan smiled. "Of course. You think Victoria doesn't tell me anything." Jessica was speechless. Everything she did in front of his father was for the enjoyment of Ivan. "Now here's what's going to happen. You're going to get down on your knees and out of gratitude for letting you and your father attend this party, you are going to blow me." The door was behind Ivan. Even if she tried to escape, she would never be able to get past him. Being aggressive was only going to make things worse. The truth of the matter is that Jessica should have left a long time ago, but something inside her wanted to keep pushing the envelope. She didn't want to admit it, but every escalating scenario made it hotter and hotter. Even her dad groping her chest surprisingly turned her on. Knowing that he thought she was a random girl protected her from the judgment and disappointment and let her fully enjoy the moment. Up to this point, Jessica had been relegated from Jessica, the 18 year old high school senior, to Candy, a slut with big tits for the viewing pleasure of all. There was no personality, no stimulating conversations. She was just there to look good. What choice did she have? She already risked so much to fit in the with the popular girls. What's a little more dignity gone. Jessica slowly sunk to her knees. Ivan was pleased. He grabbed her head with both hands and guided his cock in her mouth. Forcefully, he face fucked her with no regard for her. After a few minutes of disorienting jabs down her throat, Ivan let go of her head and used his size to pin her to the desk with his cock down her throat. She couldn't move and her focus was maintaining adequate air exposure. She faintly felt her arms being lifted and the rattling of metal before the cock was finally released from its wet prison. Jessica gasped for air and tried to cover her mouth, but her hands were now handcuffed to either side of the desk. She struggled. Ivan placed a thick collar around her neck which must have been attached to something behind her. She could no longer move her head. Ivan stood over her with his arms crossed admiring his work. "Good girl. At these parties it's become customary to have a little slut, such as yourself, available for oral pleasure. Usually we pay the model extra on the side, but you have voluntarily accepted everything without complaint. So I'm going to give you one last chance, Jessica. Nod your head if you accept being this evenings entertainment." Jessica felt helpless. She wondered what game he was trying to play. If she didn't do anything, would he just let her go. Ivan waited patiently. Victoria's Secret Ch. 02 Jessica felt the restraints and the taste of Ivan still fresh on her tongue. She had been degraded the entire night and she continuously accepted it. While the cool kids were partying and drinking, she was stuck with a bunch of old perverts and bimbos showing off her body. And she hated that it turned her on. Ivan tapped on his watch. Sucking cocks so her father could get ahead, was that really what it came to? Is that how far she would stoop? She lowered herself enough to be Victoria's friend, what was a little more loss of dignity. "I'll do it." Jessica said swallowing her pride. "You'll do what exactly?" Ivan said. "I'll suck everyone off like a good girl. I'll be your good little cock sucker." Jessica said what she knew he wanted to hear. Ivan grinned. "Beg for it." "Please let me suck those cocks. I'll do anything to have my slutty hole filled." Ivan walked over and undid the restraints. Jessica was happy to be free again and unsure how to feel. After mentally preparing herself to suck multiple cocks, the craving was lingering. The high emotion of humiliating situation after humiliating situation had raised her horniness so high, that without relief, any sexual situation seemed desirable even if it was sucking a stranger's cock. "That was a test. And you passed." Ivan said. Jessica stood up and rubbed her wrists."So I don't have to suck anyone's cock?" "No, but you do have to fuck me." Ivan played the video of Jessica's dirty talking. "Anytime I want. Wherever I want." He grabbed her and pulled her close. "That's a lot better than sucking 50 plus unknown cocks, wouldn't you agree?" Jessica was happy she didn't have to endure the abuse of different cocks or her father's depending on the peer pressure, which evidently was always high. But she needed to get off on something. The sexual energy within her was begging for release. "Are you going to fuck me now?" Jessica asked. Ivan gently placed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Such an eager little slut." Ivan said. "I was going to wait, but if you insist." Ivan opened the door. "I want you to get on all fours on the table in front of the couches we were sitting at." Jessica could see her father was still sitting there. She regretted opening her mouth. The private room lead her to believe things were going to happen behind closed doors. "Please, no. You can fuck me in here, I'll do whatever you want." Ivan grabbed her by the arm and shut the door behind him. "The more compliant you are, the more dignity you'll have by the end of it." Jessica resigned to her fate. Ivan now had her on camera like a slut and although there was nothing too embarrassing, if it ever got out, and her father saw, their relationship would be forever damaged by the awkwardness of watching his daughter act like a total slut and enabling that behavior himself. By complying further, she was making the damage close to irreparable and the film more valuable, but what other choice did she have but to play along. Jessica avoided eye contact with her father despite seeing him staring back in her peripherals. The fact that he got Ivan's attention must have made her his lucky charm. Now she waited naked on the table on all fours. Ivan approached the couches. "Did I not say I was going to fuck this broad. Look at her asking for it." Ivan said. Jessica couldn't object which made it worse. Now she was the eager slut. She could hear the men laughing around her and commenting on various parts of her body. Her ass was just the right amount of tightness, no sag at all. She looked like she could take a big dick. Her tits were the perfect size for titty fucking. And finally, her least favorite one, what a dumb bimbo. But they weren't wrong. People judge others on their actions. And all they've seen from Jessica is a piece of meat with an open invitation to play with her. How else would they describe her. "Reed, this was yours right?" Ivan said. Her father shrugged his shoulders. "I found her in the corner." "Don't be polite. You were the talk of the town with that eye candy hanging off you." Ivan said. "Come, take center stage for the show." Ivan pointed to the sofa directly in front of Jessica. If being fucked by Victoria's dad wasn't enough, having her father watch and being forced to make eye contact with him was about as humiliating as it could get. Like her, he didn't know how to say no, nor would he dare. He leaned back on the new sofa and they made eye contact. The mind was a fascinating mystery, the way it perceived the world. He was looking directly at his daughter, where in any other context he would recognize immediately. But naked on a table waiting to be fucked completely distorted his facial recognition. The thought that she looked like his daughter must have crossed his mind based on his uncomfortable sitting position and nervous smile. Jessica felt the tip of Ivan's penis rubbing against her pussy. There was no need for foreplay. She was soaked from being the night's entertainment. Ivan entered. She didn't want to make eye contact with her father, but she had no where else to look but in his vicinity. It was clear from the start that Ivan would not considered her pleasure in the process as he jack hammered away. The psychological aspect, knowing how much of a slut she had been and who she was doing it in front of, took care of her pleasure. Jessica tried her best to hold off an orgasm, but the combination of physical and psychological stimulation was pushing her near the edge. She made the mistake of making direct eye contact with her father. He kept his face neutral. Her eyes trailed down to the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants. He was getting turned on by his daughter being fucked publicly. The thought was too much to handle as Jessica let out a scream as she climaxed. Ivan continued on for his own pleasure as Jessica recovered with her head down. After a few more minutes of fucking, Ivan pulled his cock out and walked around front blasting Jessica in the face. It landed in the center of her forehead and dripped down over her nose and chin. He cleaned his cock off in her mouth and then moved out of the way for her father to see the finished product. "Smile, you dumb bimbo." Ivan said. Jessica forced a smile as the cum slowly dripped and covered the bottom of her face. "There you go, Reed. She's all yours again." Ivan wandered to another area of the party, his original girls taking their place at his side. Jessica waited on the table. She became so used to waiting for commands, she didn't know what to do next. Reed stood up and offered his arm. She got off the table and accepted it. "Look you can leave if you want to." Reed said. Jessica sucked it up. "No, I'm fine. That's what we're here for." "Are you sure?" Jessica nodded. She knew the cum was to stay on her. If she wiped it off, it might provoke another sexual incident with Ivan. Better to be safe than sorry. She walked with Reed, her new master's mark covering her face for all to see. The rest of the evening went on as normal. She followed her dad around who made many contacts. She was happy for him and hoped when they first talked in their normal roles, he would be able to forget the image of the look-alike whore from the party. It was a conversation that had her nervous. *** The week after the party, Victoria made a point to say hi to Jessica, but still didn't hang out with her. On Friday, she was invited dress shopping for prom with Victoria and her friends. Of course they were going to one of the high end stores and with all she did for her dad, she hoped the boost in status lead to a boost in money. She avoided her father, who was busy with work throughout the week, but if she wanted money, she had to bite the bullet. If her dad showed any hint of discomfort, she knew his subconscious worked out the truth. Whether he decided to accept that truth was the real issue. Reed was sitting at his desk starting at his computer. Jessica knocked and walked in. Her father smiled at her like he usually did. "Hello sweetheart, what's up?" Jessica smiled back and walked to the front of the desk. Up close she could see hints of suspicion on her father's face. He definitely thought of that girl from the party from time to time and seeing his daughter and confirming the uncanny resemblance did little to ease his troubling mind. Jessica wore no makeup when talking to him. She didn't want to be associated with that whore in her own home. "I'm going dress shopping with..." she couldn't say Victoria. The less association with that family the better. "Amanda. And I was wondering what my budget is?" Reed laughed. "You tell me, sweetheart." "Well it's the only prom I'll ever have, so I figured go big or go home, right?" "You know prom dresses are all the same. It's the brand you're paying for." "So what if I want to pay for a high brand?" "How much do you want, Jessica?" "Like...1000." Jessica said in the most innocent voice. "1000! Absolutely not." Reed said. "300 is the best I'll do. You want to spend more than that, you're making up the difference." "But daddy." Reed put his hand up. "No one likes a whiner." Jessica couldn't hide her disappointment. Her behavior seemed to trigger a memory in Reed as he sat back with a questioning look. "Where did you say you went last weekend?" Tone meant everything. If she had nothing to hide, it had to be a nonchalant answer. Any other tone suggested she knew what he was talking about. "Amanda's, why?" "Nothing." Reed said. "Is that all?" Jessica walked around his desk and gave him a kiss. She regretted wearing a low cut top as her breasts were on full view as she bent over slightly. "Thanks for the 300, daddy." She caught his eyes briefly examining the display before him. The whore at the party had big tits too. There was one connection. Eventually he may make the full connection if she wasn't carefully. "You're welcome, sweetheart." Jessica could see the internal conflict. He was trying to convince himself that it was a huge coincident and nothing more. He shook it off and smiled as she departed the room. *** Jessica couldn't find any dress she liked. She tried on at least five, but they were all cheaper dresses. She knew she had to have the best if she was going to fit in with Victoria and her friends. Jessica made her way back to the more expensive brands. Victoria was trying on the dress from the picture she saw at the party. It looked way more beautiful in person. She made eye contact with Victoria through the mirror. "What do you think, Jenna?" Victoria turned around and put her arms up. "It's so beautiful, Victoria." "You should get one in this brand, they are the hottest items right now." Victoria said. "I don't even know where to start" Jessica said. The queen stepped off her pedestal and walked over to Jessica. "Like, never say never." Victoria brought Jessica over to the sales lady. "What's your most expensive prom dresses?" Victoria asked. The sales lady at the desk pulled a book of prom dresses and laid them on the table. Jessica saw Victoria's dress listed at $1,500. The rest where in the range from $1,000 to $1,500. Jessica stomached the cost. Where was she going to come up with $700 to $1,200? She needed to buy one if she wanted to stay within Victoria's group or everything she went through at the party would have been for nothing. "I'll try that one." Jessica pointed to a green dress from the popular provocative clothing brand Sexie. "Awesome choice, Jenna. That's totally hot." Victoria said. The price stuck in her head as she followed the sales lady. Even if she loved it, how could she pay for it? Ideas went through her mind from taking out a small loan to begging her father. Her credit card wasn't an option because that was maxed out. She wished she had bitten the bullet and gotten a part time job for extra money to spend. In fact her father would have been more generous if she was also working and contributing. That kind of attitude was grounds for a reward. The dress was perfect. The style was off the shoulder, dipping to show some cleavage and then elegantly contouring her curvy body with one slit revealing her right leg. Even the material of the dress was noticeably different from the cheaper dresses. A brand like Sexie always maintained high quality clothing and now she knew what that felt like. She had to have this dress. Nothing else would compare. Victoria and her friends gave her words of encouragement on how hot she looked. The thought of a prom date briefly popped in her head, but was pushed aside by the issues of the price. One problem at a time. Jessica did a few catwalks to show of the dress and then approached the sales lady on her own. "Excuse me, is there any discount or deal on this dress?" "That dress is full price. You're not going to find any discounts at this time of the year." The sales lady said. "We know you'll spend." "Could I like, do a payment plan or something? I really can't afford this right now." Jessica said quietly. The sales lady wasn't daft. She could see what was going on and kept her voice low. "Girl, if you can't afford it, you probably shouldn't be buying it." "Please, I'll do anything. I need it." Jessica pleaded. "Unless you pay or your parents come in and pay for it, there's nothing I can do." The sales lady said trying to end the conversation. Jessica knew her father would never agree to paying so much on a dress. She needed a different approach if she wanted to avoid any embarrassment. "What if I pay $300 and then work here to pay the rest off?" Kelly, according to her name tag, was sympathetic. She must have known the pressure of prom having gone through it herself at some point in her life. "I don't need any clerical help. But" Kelly looked towards the window. "I could use a living mannequin to advertise my Sexie prom line." Kelly said. "A what?" "You show up, put on the dress and makeup as if it were your prom and then you stand in the window for the evening to display it." Kelly said. "Once you're done the contract, the dress is all yours." Jessica was relieved. Finally an option that didn't involve her father. She didn't even have to do much. Just show up and wear a dress. "That sounds fair to me. Where do I sign?" Jessica said. Kelly pulled out a contract for living mannequin and had Jessica put in her personal details. Once that was complete, Kelly put in the start and end date and turned it around for her to sign. "Please make sure everything is satisfactory." she said. Jessica saw the price of the dress again and associated hours. It was going to be tough to fit in both the job and her studying for finals, but it was manageable. The dress would allow her to maintain her status with Victoria's group and finally make her popular. She happily signed the contract and handed it back. "So when do I start?" Jessica asked. "Tomorrow, you come after school and we'll get you dressed up." "Thank you so much." Jessica said. She placed her debit card on the counter. "Do you mind if I take the dress today?" Kelly put her hands on her hips. "I can tell you right now, once you're in with those girls you're going to hate it." Kelly took the card and rung up $300. Jessica grabbed her card back, but Kelly wouldn't let it go. "You may take it now, but if you don't fulfill your contract, I will take legal action." Kelly let go of the card and handed Jessica her receipt. She smiled politely and rejoined her new friends excited to share her new purchase. *** Jessica showed up for her first shift after school and was delighted to learn the first dress to be modeled was Victoria's prom dress. For once in her life she got to feel like a real queen. With her hair, makeup, jewelry and expensive dress on, she was lead out to the front of the store and instructed to stand on the podium in the window. She stood with her hands by her side. "Now I want one hand on the hip and a smile." Kelly said. Jessica put her hand on her hip and smiled as she stared ahead. "I do have cameras on you. You can switch hands every once and a while, but you must always be smiling." Kelly said. "No breaking character with customers, you are just a display wearing a dress. Got it?" Jessica did not respond. Message received. Kelly left her alone. After two hours on display, Victoria and one of the football players, Eric, stopped in front of her. Victoria gave her a friendly wave. It was impossible to hide the side job from Victoria, but Jessica was relieved that she didn't make the humiliation worse. In fact, she was there to make things better. Jessica didn't know much about Eric, other than being a friend of Craig. He was just as good looking, but Craig's status and personality elevated his attractiveness above all the other players. Eric pulled out a paper sign that read: 'Jenna, will you go to prom with me?' The handwriting was obviously Victoria's, but Jessica appreciated the effort her new friend was making. She was so worried about buying the dress she was putting off stressing over the real issue, a date. Now that was resolved. Jessica discretely nodded her head. Eric smiled back. The two carried on their walk. The rest of the shift went by quick. Jessica felt butterflies in her stomach. Not only was she hanging out at prom with Victoria and her friends, but she was going with one of the top football players. Everything was falling perfectly into place. *** Amanda leaned up against the locker beside Jessica. "You just going to ignore me now." Amanda said. "Sorry Amanda, I've just been busy." "With Queen Victoria and her minions?" "They're not that bad." "You're paying for a dress you can't even afford and do you even have a date yet?" Jessica slammed her locker shut. "Actually I do. Eric. He asked me yesterday." Jessica said. "Where's your date?" Jessica stormed away. She didn't have time to deal with Amanda's jealousy. If she was in Jessica's position she would do the exact same. Every girl wanted to be popular and those who said they didn't were only lying to themselves and avoiding the truth. The reason they aren't popular is because no one cares about them. No one desires them. But finally, Jessica felt desired. She felt cared for. And there was no way she was giving that up even if it meant losing one friend. *** The build up to prom was everything Jessica hoped it would be. She balanced her studies and part time job while still maintaining a social life. . Victoria invited her out to different events and although she didn't get any quality time with Victoria or Eric, it was great to be apart of the group. The downside was that her and Amanda drifted apart. Amanda wanted nothing to do with her after Jessica refused to make time to hang out. It was a sad way to end their friendship and Jessica constantly questioned whether it was all worth it. Prom was going to be the party where all her dreams came true or where she realized it was all a terrible mistake. She nervously looked forward to that very special day. *** Jessica stepped off her podium to end her last shift. The next time she was wearing a dress, it would be at her prom hanging off the arm of a football player. She changed into her casual clothes and headed out the door. "See you later, Kelly." "See you tomorrow." Kelly said. Jessica walked back to the counter. "My prom is tomorrow, I won't be in." "But your contract says tomorrow is your last day." Kelly pulled her contract out and pointed to the last day indicated. "But I can't. The whole reason I did this was to wear that dress at my prom." "If you don't complete the contract, you can't have the dress." "I'll come back Monday and finish it." Jessica said in desperation. "No. The contract says tomorrow. I'm not breaking my own rules because you didn't read the fine print. You should have brought this up before signing." "Well if I can't go to prom, then screw this." "Excuse me." Kelly raised her tone. "You either fulfill the contract or I charge you 1,100 dollars." "You can't do that." "Remember what I told you." Kelly said. "Don't test me." Jessica sighed. All her dreams shattered in front of her. She couldn't go to her dad to resolve it because that would give away the biggest secret of all. There was only one option left if she wanted to keep this quiet. *** As Jessica drove to the store, a limo passed her heading in the opposite direction. The thought of the fun she was missing soured her already bad mood. She texted Eric that she would be late and if he decided to go with someone else, she understood. He never responded back. The mall was dead, which worked in Jessica's favor. If there was no one around, maybe she would be allowed to leave early. She got on her spot and struck her pose, standing in the half empty mall while her entire class partied and celebrated their final year. Just before six, Jessica spotted Eric and Amanda walking towards her window. Amanda was wearing the same brand and style dress as Jessica, but in a different color. How did she afford that? They stopped in front and stared up at Jessica who didn't break her pose. "Looks like Jessica is a little preoccupied tonight. Let's take a selfie." Amanda said. They stood in front of Jessica and angled it so she was in the background. Jessica was embarrassed. Her former best friend was openly humiliating her and documenting it to the world. It was a bitch move on her part. "You go ahead, I'll catch up." Amanda said. Eric didn't acknowledge Jessica as he walked away . Amanda entered the store. Moments later, Kelly joined her in front of Jessica. "I think I have a much better idea for a pose. Do you mind if I reposition her?" "Be my guest." Kelly said. "Jessica, let the young lady pose you." Amanda stepped up and grabbed Jessica's free hand and put it on her head. She then arched Jessica's back and pushed her forward a bit so her tits were on full display. Amanda stepped back and admired her work. "Pucker your lips." Jessica begrudgingly obeyed and puckered her lips. "You let me know how it feels to be ignored." Amanda whispered. She joined Kelly in front for a better look. There was a lot more sex appeal now. Kelly nodded in approval and reentered her store. Amanda blew Jessica a kiss and caught up with Eric. Now Jessica was stuck in an even more humiliating position thanks to her former best friend. The pose was definitely sexier, but it wasn't going to attract the clientele Kelly was looking for at this time of night. Thankfully she was behind glass. After a few hours she heard commotion as Kelly ran through her closing routines. "Jessica, I'm going to be closing up early tonight because I have a few errands to run." Jessica broke her pose. "Oh I'm so glad." Jessica said. She stepped down from her podium. "Where do you think you're going? "To my prom." Jessica said. "You have to stay." "But you're closing." "I'm closing the store, but you're a window display. People can still see you." "There's nobody here." "Not now, but maybe later." "But." "We had this conversation earlier. You're almost done, just finish the job." Jessica begrudgingly climbed back up on her perch. She couldn't bring herself to pose. "Remember we have cameras on you, so remained posed as told." Jessica leaned forward, and puckered her lips with her hand on her head. The fact Amanda put her in this position made her even more irritated. "I'll have the security guard let you out at 10." The lights went out and Jessica remained in the window in her expensive prom dress. Provocatively posed. On display for no one. *** Just as Kelly promised, the security guard let Jessica out right at 10. Prom was basically over which made the dress ultimately useless. No awkward parent meetings, no boys fiddling around with her corsage, no pictures and no dancing. The only memory she had of Prom was looking her absolute best and staring out into an empty mall. The only pictures that existed were of her in the background of many teen selfies who found her display amusing enough to share with their followers. But even with all that, the real disappointment was not having a date. She wanted to flirt and get to know someone like Eric, even if it was just for one night, especially at the after party. At least she still had an opportunity at that. The after party was held at Victoria's and Jessica ended her shift just as it started. She headed straight there hoping to change out of her dress before joining her classmates. She parked her car down the road and walked towards the house. Her phone beeped. It was a message from Ivan. Of all the times, he had to pick now. Ivan watched the prom party from the window. Jessica joined him and looked below at all her friends having fun. "You missed prom?" Ivan said. Jessica nodded. "Why?" "Because I had to pay for this stupid dress." "If you needed money, you could have asked." Jessica looked up at Ivan. The thought had never crossed her mind. All her free time wasted when all she had to do was ask for help. "Keep that in mind for the future. I mean it's the least I can do." Ivan said as he undid his belt. "Before you go join your friends, I'd like to take advantage of this lovely sight." Jessica started to undress, but Ivan put his hand up. "Leave the dress on." Ivan slid the cushioned table over to the front of the window. Jessica got on all fours and stared out the window. Ivan lifted up the dress and claimed his prize. At least someone got to appreciate the dress. She scanned the party as Ivan had his way. In the middle of a crowd, she saw someone staring back at her. Victoria. She smiled and turned her attention back to her friends. Not a few feet away was Amanda hanging all over Eric, who was equally enjoying her company. That should have been her. If only she had gone for a cheaper dress. But because of her selfishness, she was instead stuck on display and then used like a sex toy to fulfill Victoria's father's twisted schoolgirl fantasy. Every decision she made lead her down a road of further humiliation. Even the highly anticipated sex was tainted by her decision. Instead of making love to a boy, she was fucked by a man. After pleasing Ivan, she changed into her casual clothes and joined the party. Her classmates were drunk which made them friendlier and happier than her usual interactions with them. Victoria welcomed Jessica to the party offering her a shot of tequila . The sting of missing her prom was washed away with each subsequent drink. Although they were hanging with the same crowd, Jessica and Amanda refused to speak. Her behavior at the mall was a clear effort to make Jessica jealous. She still couldn't figure out how Amanda and Eric ended up together or where she got the cash for her dress. Someone must have helped her out. But who? With no real date and the party winding down, Jessica decided it was time to head home. She took delight in the fact that Amanda already left. Eric got too hands on for her liking and the excess alcohol within her caused her to make a scene. She never really was a drinker. Eric backed off immediately and Amanda left in embarrassment. A part of Jessica still cared and she almost ran after Amanda to console her. But she was in no state to make apologies or amends. Jessica said her goodbyes and headed to the curb to wait for her cab. Alone on the street, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Victoria staggering towards her. "After all that, you're not even gonna say bye bye." Victoria stumbled and Jessica caught her. "Sorry Victoria, I didn't see you. I thought you'd be with Craig." Jessica said. She saw a flash of disappointment on Victoria's face. Victoria held on Jessica to maintain her balance as she stood up. Their eyes locked. Jessica was unsure what to do with the drunk social butterfly. But Victoria knew exactly what she wanted. She moved closer and planted a kiss on Jessica's lips. Jessica froze. Victoria stepped back and smiled. She turned back towards the house. "See you later, Jessica." Jessica remained frozen in her place. Victoria would never do that sober. Or would she? Was that the alcohol or was there something else. Jessica's train of thought was interrupted with the honk of a taxi. Something to ponder with a clear mind. Jessica got in the taxi and shut the door. *** Jessica sat across the desk from David Valentine, one of the most sought after modeling agents. "You want me to model?" "Look kid, you blew up on Insta with the Sexie prom dresses. We think you got the look and we think you got the talent." David said. Jessica blushed. "You're just getting out of high school and you can really make some noise. What do you say?" He pushed the contract towards her. "Your decision, kid." He placed a pen on top. 3

Voyeur By STEVESAINT   Used with permission of the author’s estate ©2005 STEVESAINT   (mg, MMF, mF, Mg, MF)     A 12-year-old Lolita!  That was my live-in girlfriend Stacy’s daughter, a lithe prepubescent nymphet who used every chance she got to drive me sexually crazy.  Angie managed to wear the skimpiest, most provocative clothing when I was around; I always got at least one “oops” panty-shot whenever she was wearing a skirt or dress.  Unbelievably, her mother let her wear a tiny string bikini with flimsy bra panels no bigger than postage stamps.  Angie always exaggerated her strut when she was out by the pool in my presence, her tight little ass out there for all to see, and her little-girl points noticeably poking at their skimpy covering.  I confronted my girlfriend about her daughter’s clothing and behavior, but she just laughed and said it’s a “girl-growing-up thing” and it shouldn’t bother me like it did.    I knew what Angie was doing to me—what about all the boys at school?  Could a 12-year-old be sexually active?  I called her ‘prepubescent’ earlier, but how could I know?  Girls seemed to reach puberty much sooner than they did when I was a kid.   The daily teasing reached its pinnacle the day she walked topless into the house from the pool, knowing her mother had gone shopping and leaving us alone.  I didn’t know what to say; I just stared at her.    She nonchalantly walked over to the fridge to get a soda, and said, “What’s the matter?”  She paused to take a sip from the soda can.  “It’s not like I have big boobs to show off or anything…besides, Mom’s got big boobs and she goes topless all the time around the pool when you’re not home.”    What’s this about topless when I’m not around?  I shooed her away to her room to get dressed, not attempting to address the fact her little “boobs” were indeed worth showing off.  They’re lovely little budding cones, centered by pink areolas with cute tiny nipples.  Shit, I have to stop thinking about what I saw or I’ll get an erection.    Little did Stacy know my heightened state of arousal lately was being fueled by fantasies of her daughter.  Angie’s done it, I think; she’s driven me over the edge.  The following Saturday, with both Stacy and Angie out for the day, I rigged a hidden camera in Angie’s bedroom.  I was hypnotized by the mystery that was Angie’s little body, and I was going to spy on it.  The web-cam sent video (no audio) to my computer, where I could watch it live or record the feed for later viewing.    The next day I retreated to the computer room—my den—to watch what was recorded the prior evening.  The den was understood to be my sanctuary; Stacy knew not to bother me when I was in there.  I watched the video in amazement, as Angie walked around her bedroom in only her panties.  The real show began when she pulled an old, tattered Playgirl magazine from under her mattress and stripped off her panties.  Where did the magazine come from, I wondered?    Her little girl ass and bald pussy were beautiful to behold!  She lay on the bed and began leafing through the magazine until she found a photo layout she liked.  While gazing at the pictures of some well-hung hunk, she began stroking herself, first slowly, and then increasing the intensity until she climaxed in what must have been a powerful orgasm.  Her whole body convulsed as she arched her back and plunged one or two fingers deep into her pussy.  Without realizing it, I had dropped my pants and was jerking off at the sight before me, spraying jism all over the computer table.  Hiking my pants back up and cleaning up my mess, I pondered the mysteries that would unfold before me every night on the computer.   Stacy really surprised me the following Friday night.  Angie announced she had invited a boy over to help with her homework that evening.  The shock came when I saw the boy was obviously a couple of years older than Angie, and Stacy was allowing them to be in Angie’s room with the door closed.  Was she that naïve?  I not only knew what was going to go on in there, I was going to watch it!     Saturday morning I couldn’t wait to see what the computer had recorded.  The kids wasted no time at all, as soon as the bedroom door was closed she was stripping off his shirt, and before long they were naked and fucking.  What a turn-on to see this boy (how old was he—14, 15 maybe?) between Angie’s spread legs, pumping wildly into her.  My hard-on was immense.  Astonishingly for two horny kids, they seemed to climax together.  She arched her back and placed a fist at her mouth to stifle an orgasmic scream at the same time his ass cheeks clenched repeatedly, shooting his seed into her.  You might have said all three of us came together, my hefty spurts spraying into the air, soiling the chair, the computer keyboard, and me.  I didn’t think I came so much since I was a teenager!  And I certainly didn’t get to cum in a 12-year-old pussy when I was that age either!    A spark of anger flickered within me.  How could Stacy allow this to happen?  Falling for the “homework” bullshit—her daughter having unprotected sex, in her own house, with her mother in the next room, with an obviously older boy.  But then again what could I say, secretly watching the whole thing?   On Sunday morning, while alone with Angie in the kitchen, I said to her, “I don’t know how much fooling around you two did Friday night, but next time make sure you use a condom, okay?”   She was stunned by my remark and had trouble summoning a response.  I got a little “We weren’t doing anything,” a little more “It’s none of your business,” and the obligatory (I’ve heard it a zillion time) “You aren’t my father,” thrown in for good measure.  Oh well, maybe I scared her a little, which would be a good thing.   When I returned from a two-day business trip that week, I checked the computer to see what I missed.  At first I saw the usual, panties-only Angie in her room.  However, the next day’s recording was the shocker.  I fast-forwarded through several hours’ worth of an empty bedroom but was surprised by a blur of unexpected activity in the middle of the day.  When I returned to where the movement began, I was stunned to see a wet and topless Stacy pulling two young shirtless men into the room behind her.  I recognized these two as members of the pool company I hired to clean and maintain my swimming pool.    Clothes flew everywhere as they quickly undressed, Stacy teasing the men by her exaggerated removal of her bikini bottoms.  They fell to the bed; the first guy (blond, curly hair) going down on her as the second guy (dark hair, maybe Hispanic, with an impressively sized member—I thought of him as “Mr. Hung”) stuck his cock into her eager mouth.  They went at it like that for a few minutes until Stacy spit the dark-haired guy’s cock from her mouth, spun around and getting on hands and knees, offered her ass to him.  Stacy may have gone slack with age in a few places, but her ass was still a glorious, round beauty.  Mr. Hung sure admired it…as he grabbed her by the hips and parted her pussy lips with his rigid member.  Dark-haired Mr. Hung was pounding away at her from behind as she deep-throated the other guy.  I knew when Stacy came because I could see her sort of scrunch up and tremble like I’ve seen her cum with me before.  She probably made some noise, but the cock stuffed in her mouth most likely muffled it.  When the two guys climaxed, they both pulled out of their respective orifices, spewing cum all over Stacy’s face and body.  Spent, they laid on the bed for a while, then gathered up clothes and left the camera’s view.    I was pissed as hell, but also aroused by this very private XXX video I just watched.  What was I going to do?  What could I say?  She was supposed to be at work, not fucking two guys in her daughter’s bed, with no protection.  It was at least two hours before Stacy appeared back in Angie’s room—fully clothed this time—to strip the soiled bedspread from the bed.  Even while doing this menial task, I could see her post-orgasmic glow.  Did more sex go on beyond the camera’s eye that afternoon?  I had to find out.    That weekend I bought and rigged miniature web-cams in the master bedroom and bath, as well as a wide-angle one out by the pool.  I thought that Stacy sensed something wrong between us, but she couldn’t suspect I knew she was fooling around behind my back, or that I watched it happen.  The best show I had during the week was the day Angie and a girl friend came home early from school to an empty house and skinny-dipped in our pool.  I jerked off to the sight of these two blossoming flower buds frolicking in the water.  No sex happened between the two girls, but there was a lot of touching and hugging going on, so who knew?   I had mixed feelings the next time I had to travel out of town.  I feared Stacy would screw around again (in my house!), but I was also captivated by the idea of watching it if she did.  When I returned home, one of the first things I did was check the computer.  Oh yes, there sure was something to watch!  The very first morning Stacy was home, topless again and flaunting it, talking with my neighbor Paul over the backyard fence.  Before long Paul was lounging by my pool in tight, show-everything Speedo trunks not at all flattering to his somewhat paunchy body.  Eventually Stacy went to him and they started making out.  It’s apparent Paul was aroused, his stiffening member stretching the front of the Speedos to the limit.  My mind was a jungle of emotional vines: Why was Paul home? I wonder if his pretty wife Karen knew he’s fooling around. How could Stacy do this to me? How long has she been fucking other men? Am I not good enough to satisfy her? Why am I getting an erection when I should want to kill them both?   With both of them noticeably breathing hard, they jogged into the house and headed for the master bedroom.  The suits came off and they got right to it.  He was lying on his back as she straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock.  Shit, no condom again—was she that uncaring to risk her health and mine?  She rode him like one of those mechanical bulls, bucking up and down on him at a frenetic pace.  I figured he came when I saw his body tense up, but she wasn’t done yet, as she continued to pound her ass into his pelvis.  Just then I noticed a shadow at one of the windows, and realized it was Angie playing peeping-tom, mesmerized by the sight of her mother fucking our neighbor.  When Stacy had her orgasm she must have screamed—her head was back, her mouth wide open, and I saw Angie flinch, apparently from the sound.    The show continued when Stacy and Paul jumped into the shower and soon were making out again.  Under the spraying showerhead, Stacy turned, bent over slightly, and offered her ass to Paul’s once again turgid cock.  Her ass was what he took.  He used some soapsuds to lubricate her anus and then penetrated her, mercilessly thrusting into her rectum at a rapid pace.  All it took was about 15 seconds of his thrusting to have her cum.  He came soon after, throwing his head back, penetrating her to the hilt, his ass cheeks contracting at each spasm.  My anger overcame the desire to masturbate.  Stacy once told me anal sex was disgusting, but not, I guess, with another man’s cock.  However, the urge was quickly back when I switched files to the recording of Angie’s room and found her finger-fucking herself over the Playgirl centerfold, more than likely aroused by seeing her mother having sex.  When Angie came, I came.   My anger was kicked up a notch when I viewed the next afternoon’s recordings.  Stacy had obviously come home from work early and was again topless and talking to Paul over the pool fence.  I was in disbelief when I saw Paul’s 15-year-old son Sean standing next to him ogling my girlfriend’s tits.  Stacy nodded in answer to something Paul said and planted what looked like a wet kiss on Sean over the fence.  Within a half-hour Sean was in my bed, between Stacy’s legs and fucking her like a maniac.  He came in no time (I could see his skinny little runt ass twitching and tightening) but I couldn’t tell if she did or not.  I was utterly furious—did she have no self-control?  Again no condom!  Was she that much of a whore?  I admonished myself—how come I never saw this in her before?   I had invited Stacy into my house and into my life—maybe it was time to ‘un-invite’ her.    First, there was something I needed to do.  The following Saturday, while Stacy was visiting her sister for the day (or was she off doing some other guy?), I sat out by the pool and contemplated my plan.  When Angie came out to the pool wearing her tiny bikini, I saw scorn on her face as she looked at me.  I knew what she was thinking—I couldn’t be much of a man if my lover had to fuck other men.  I called to her to sit next to me in the adjacent lounge chair.  We needed to talk; to set my plan in motion.   “Look, Angie, I’m sorry life isn’t all what we expect it to be.”  I hesitated, as she looked at me funny, not understanding yet where this would go.  “I know your mother is screwing around with other men, and I know you know, too.”  Her eyes bugged out a little at this unexpected turn.  “Ever since I met your mom, I’ve been faithful to her…I have not touched another woman…I always tried hard to make her happy, especially in bed.”  I stopped to gauge her reaction.  “You’re old enough now to know about sex” (wow, is that an understatement!); when she nodded, I charged ahead, “It’s not always easy to figure out why good sex with a loving and caring partner isn’t enough for some people, like your mom.”  I paused for a second, looking away. “I was going to ask your mother to marry me, but I guess I can’t now.”  Looking into her eyes again, I saw the scorn replaced by sadness and maybe a little apprehension.  “All I ever wanted was to be a good lover to your mom and a good father to you…I know, I’m not your real father, as you’ve reminded me countless times…but I’ve tried, haven’t I?”   She said I’ve been a good father, which is somewhat of a surprise, remembering all her bad behavior toward me.    I was swinging for the fences now.  “Angie, look at me.”  I made a sweeping motion over my body.  “Am I ugly?  Fat?  Did I somehow become undesirable?”   She answered as far as she was concerned I was a good-looking, fit man for my age and she didn’t really understand her mother’s reasons for straying.    It’s time for the game winning homerun.  “What’s wrong then? Maybe my cock isn’t big enough for her?”  She became even more shocked when I pulled my trunks down to reveal my member.  “What do you think?”    She was speechless, staring at my cock in awe, certainly much larger than any of the boys’ units.  I pulled the trunks all the way off, throwing them away in a mock show of anger.  “I’m sorry, you can’t answer that one…how can you judge a man’s anatomy?”    She stammered, “It looks nice to me” but didn’t quite know what else to say.  Yet she was still staring at it.   I looked away from her.  “Oh hell…‘nice’ she says…maybe I DON’T have enough to satisfy a woman…even this beautiful young woman isn’t impressed,” I said while placing my hand on her bare thigh.   Both my hand and “beautiful young woman” had the desired effect.  She flushed considerably and leaned over to touch my cock.  “Your…penis is, like…wonderful” she murmured, hypnotized by the sight and feel of it.  I wasn’t hung like some horse, but my 8 or 9 inches must look enormous to her.    I turned back to face her and said, “Thank you…you made me feel better,” giving her my best smile and her thigh a gentle squeeze.    In a further surprise, she told me in a gasping voice she had always been jealous of her mother, and she would “think” about me all the time.  Her touch was quickly getting me hard.  My thickening erection startled and amazed her.  A part of me was proud I measured up to the dudes in her secret magazine.    “I know you would satisfy me,” she whispered.   The crowd roared as the winning homer cleared the fence!     “Why don’t we go inside and see if I can.”    She swooned a bit, almost fainting, her breathing more shallow and ragged.  I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the house to my bedroom.  Having this supple little pre-teen body in my arms, knowing I was going to fuck her in the same bed I’ve shared with her mother—and knowing it was the same bed where her mother fucked other men—my cock was leaking so much pre-cum I could feel it dribbling like a stream down the erect shaft.  I stood her up next to the bed and started to remove her bikini.  On wobbly legs and breathing haltingly, she stood there while I first removed the little bra.  I spent a few moments kissing and stroking her now-hard, tiny nipples.  When I traced my fingers down her stomach toward removing her bottoms, she gasped again and rubbed her chest against my body.  I slowly eased the bottoms down her legs.  I was blown away by the amount of wetness in her crotch (had she cum already?)   I lifted her naked waif-like form off the floor and kissed her.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and reciprocated clumsily, not quite sure how to respond to my probing tongue.  I was holding her up with one hand under her ass cheeks, and I could feel a puddle of girl-juice forming on my palm.  Shit, I may never even get it in her before I cum, I was so horny for her!    While still locked in a kiss, I lowered her onto the bed and lay next to her.  My hands continued to lightly brush against her small breasts, her stomach and her thighs.  She was wild with lust—short, rapid, wheezing breaths—her whole body hot and writhing.    I whispered at her ear “I guess you’re ready to be loved by a real man.”    Her eyes bugged wide as I slid my finger between the folds of her soaked pussy and found her clitoris.  She cried “uuuuuuuu-UUUUUUUUUh-OOOOOOOh” loudly as she climaxed, her head dancing side-to-side and her legs clenching my hand like a vise.    I whispered again “I guess I can satisfy you…now I’ll satisfy you even more with my cock.”    Before she could really come down from this orgasm, I positioned myself between her legs and, placing a hand under each ass cheek, lifted her up to me.  I stared into her eyes—her heated, wild-eyed return look was priceless.  How I must have looked to this 12-year-old, with my six-foot-two frame looming above her and about to fuck her with my straight-up, throbbing manhood?  I teased the shaft of my cock between her pussy lips and started to move up and down, no thought of penetration just yet, allowing my shaft to stroke her clit.  Her follow-on orgasmic wave was tremendous.  She screamed and moaned; her entire body convulsing.    “Oh, Angie…I’m cumming,” I grunted, and she gaped at me in wonder as I shot several fountains into the air, coating her sweaty, pre-teen body with it.    I laid down next to her again and kissed her, at the same time rubbing my semen leisurely all over her stomach and breasts.  I’ve never been with another woman of any age who was as hot and aroused as Angie was right now; she’s had at least two orgasms and was apparently hungry for much more.  She was so aroused, breathing in short, rapid pants, it’s almost as if she was in a hypnotic trance.  I rolled over onto my back and pulled her atop me.  Her body was sticky-slippery from my cum.  She kissed me with fervor as she ground her pubic mound against my abdomen.    I broke off the kiss to whisper, “Why don’t we go take a shower together…would you like that?”    Her eyes were aglow with an inner fire as she gave me a quick little nod.  I lifted her small form from the bed and carried her toward the master bath.  When we got into the shower, she could hardly stand on her wobbly legs.  I took my time soaping up the front of her then turned her around, rubbing my soap-filled hand over her ass cheeks while the hot water rinsed her front.    By the time I turned her again and asked, “Will you wash me now?” she almost fainted again, her body red hot and her eyes glazed over as if stoned.  Stoned on lust!    She clung to me there under the shower spray, sleepily soaping up my cock and balls.  In a few seconds I was fully—and achingly—erect again.  With the water rinsing us both off, she looked up and our eyes met.    Never had there been another moment in my life like when this 12-year-old nymphet asked, “Will you…love…me?”    I lifted her as I did before and kissed her.  I coaxed her to wrap her legs around my waist.  Holding an ass cheek in each hand, I lowered her slowly onto my erection, but stopped before I penetrated her.  I was not going to be as stupid as Stacy.  When Angie asked what was wrong, I mentioned to her about using a condom.  I picked her up into my arms and carried her back into the bedroom, oblivious to the water dripping from both of our wet bodies.  I retrieved a condom from the hidden box in the dresser—the one I bought just last week (my plan!)    Angie was enthralled in helping me roll it on.  I could tell every time she glanced at my cock she couldn’t seem to get her mind around its size, as if pondering how she was going to get her girl vagina around it.    “I want to make love to you just as we were going to do it in the shower,” I said to her as I lifted her to me again.    She wrapped her arms around my head and her legs around my waist. She tried to kiss me again but couldn’t, since she was breathing too hard.  I lowered her slowly onto my cock.  When the head poked through her pussy lips and entered her, she gasped (did she stop breathing?)    Extremely lubricated, her vagina took my ascending cock about a quarter of its length, but the rest would be a stretch (sorry, that was the pun that popped into my head just about then).  As I continued to lower her onto me, the tightness was incredible.  Her expression was one-fourth fear and three-fourths desire as my thick and throbbing cock (I’m about as horny as I’ve ever been!) stretched her.    Full penetration would have to be a gradual process, I realized, so I began to raise and lower her ass, setting the tempo of our copulation.  She soon matched the rhythm as she bounced onto my condom-encased cock; making small “ugh” sounds as I stretched her more.  I knew I’d penetrated her fully when the head of my cock bumped against her cervix.  I couldn’t go any longer—the squeeze of her vagina, the feel of her pointed young breasts rubbing against my chest, the tautness of her ass cheeks in my hands, the look in her aroused eyes—I dropped her all the way onto my cock, driving it to the hilt into her, groaned, and came in the most intense climax of my life.   Her orgasm followed mine, her head thrown back and keening in ecstasy, intensified, I’m sure, by the fullness of it all and my cock striking her developing, pre-teen womb.  At the exact moment her climax was most visibly obvious, I looked toward the hidden camera lens and winked.   We fell onto the bed and lay in each other’s arms for a while.  Her only word was “wow.”  When I lazily traced my fingers around her breasts and down her stomach, she responded by humping my upper thigh with her crotch.    I wanted her one more time.  I got off the bed, removed the soiled condom from my still semi-hard member and got another one from the dresser, smiling and waving the foil packet at her.  She reddened, held her arms out to me, raised and spreads her legs—breathing again in the same rapid, panting way as before.  All it took was that vision before me—spread girl-legs in the air and the hairless, pink, wet, swollen pussy waiting to be filled—and I was completely erect again.  I put the condom on and knelt between her legs.  Her whole body was crying ‘fuck me.’  Without any reservations this time, I entered her.  This one was all for me, I thought, as I lustfully hammered into her at a feverish pace, using my arms as support to keep from crushing her.  Her orgasm was quick and explosive, her moans turning to screams and her entire body convulsing.  As she came, her vagina clenched down on my cock, making me shoot—seemingly forever—seven, eight, nine or more ejaculatory spasms in a mind-blowing climax!   Spent, in each other’s arms once again, I took this last opportunity to explore her young body with my hands.  I would never fuck her again so I wanted to savor the moment.  “Was it all you wanted it to be?” I asked, tweaking one of her little-girl points.    She said, “Oh yes…yes it was.”   “Never mind age, you’re much more of a woman than your mother ever could be,” I told her, laying it on real thick.  “Why don’t we put clean suits on and go jump in the pool…” pausing for effect, “and maybe we can do it again before your mother gets home.”  The wild-eyed, horny look was back in her eyes.   Yes, I managed to clean up the evidence of our lovemaking and get rid of the used condoms.  Yes, we frolicked in the pool for a while, Angie reminding me that underneath the sexually precocious exterior she was still a 12-year-old girl.  No, we had no more sex.  When Stacy drove into the driveway, I reminded Angie to keep this day a secret, but I wasn’t really worried since it wouldn’t be a secret for long.  Before going into the house, I reached into Angie’s bottoms and gave her ass a squeeze, at the same time making a gesture toward the hidden camera.   The video was breathtaking.  I could never have imagined how turned-on I’d be watching myself fucking, never mind doing it with a pre-teen girl.  I spent Saturday evening and the next day burning all the best footage onto DVDs—my voyeuristic keepsake.  Before reformatting my hard drive to get rid of all the evidence, I edited together two nice video ‘samplers,’ one for Stacy and the other for someone else.  That evening when Angie announced she was going out with a girl friend, you should have seen the way she looked at me!  I was sure she’d tell all her friends, but now I didn’t care, the remainder of my plan was set in motion.   I surprised Stacy by asking her if she’d like to watch a new video.  When the video opened on Angie’s empty bedroom, Stacy didn’t know quite what to make of it, and she looked at me quizzically.  I answered her look by gesturing at the TV screen.  When the clip suddenly jumped to her sucking and fucking the pool guys, her jaw dropped, she turned beet red and spun in anger toward me, but I cut her off with an angry look of my own, pointing back at the screen.  The video had now switched to her and Paul.  She reacted by jumping from the sofa and lunging toward the DVD player.  I leapt after her, grabbed her by the wrist and threw her back onto the sofa.  When the video clip cut to Sean pumping away between her legs, she was livid, but I could see panic now starting to edge its way in.  For my part, I was letting my anger flow freely; I knew she could easily sense my barely-under-control rage.    “What a bitch you are…whoring inside my house…”   “But I…how?” She stammered.  I cut her off.   “Fucking a 15-year-old kid!  I can’t believe it!  How many men HAVE you been fucking behind my back?”    She looked at me pleadingly, but didn’t answer.    “You don’t even have the sense to protect yourself…and me…getting fucked in every hole…”   She groaned when the scene switched to Paul taking her in the ass in the shower.  “At least I have the sense to wear protection,” I uttered while holding up one of the condom wrappers between two fingers.    She couldn’t seem to get this last idea to register in her panicky brain, staring at me again with a puzzled look on her face.  I wiggled the wrapper a little and pointed it at the TV.  When she refocused on the action on the screen, she gasped at the sight of Angie bouncing up and down on my cock and climaxing.  My wink into the camera at that moment was precious, eliciting the predictable reaction from Stacy.  When the clip switched to me thrusting between Angie’s legs, she completely lost it and came at me with fists flying.    I grabbed her wrists before she could land any serious blows and pinned her back to the sofa, bellowing in her face, “You TAUGHT her, bitch!  She watched you fuck Paul…in my bed…you probably gave her that old copy of Playgirl she’s been frigging herself over.”  I paused for a second to catch my breath.  “She’s been fucked by boys from school, without any protection…what a proud moment you’ll have when she tells you she’s pregnant at 12 or 13!”  Stacy started to cry, but I wasn’t finished.  “I put the cameras in because I knew you were fucking around (I lied, so sue me)…and this is my last statement on the matter,” forcing her head to turn and look at the TV one more time.  The last frozen image on the screen was of me by the pool with one hand feeling Angie’s ass while the other was raised in a middle finger salute.   I kicked her out that day.  I told her she was to pack her and Angie’s things into her SUV that evening and be gone for good.  She protested and tried to apologize, but I told her I didn’t care where they went, they weren’t to stay one more night under my roof.    A predictable look flickered in her eyes, but I cut her off before she could say anything.  “Don’t even TRY to get me in trouble for doing Angie…don’t forget, I have a video of you and Sean…what a lovely couple…hey, I wonder how Karen will react to THAT video?”    For that is whom the other video sampler was for.  Right about now I was certain Paul was out on his ass too.  Maybe Karen would storm over here to confront Stacy about Sean, but probably Stacy would be gone before then.  It didn’t matter.  Stacy was aghast, angry, afraid and a few other A’s I couldn’t think of right then, but the matter was over, she was out of here forever.       What a quiet week it had been since the girls were gone.  His wife had indeed kicked Paul out of the house, and I heard she had already contacted a divorce lawyer.    The following Saturday I got up enough nerve to approach Karen while she was getting out of her car.  Before she could say anything, I apologized for sending the video.  It was human nature for her to hate me as much as Paul and Stacy since I was the one to expose the whole thing, so she surprised me by her lack of hostility today.  She told me she understood how I felt, and understood why I secretly recorded the “affair,” as she called it. (If only she knew the real reason!)   Never socializing, even though we were neighbors, I was looking at Karen with new eyes today.  She was a pretty, though not gorgeous, petite brunette, who always seemed to me to be a very nice, classy lady.  We talked for a while there in her driveway.    “Karen,” I chimed, “You and I have been hurt a lot…I’m not intending anything more than to be a friend…would you, and Sean if he’s home, like to come over this evening for a pool-side cookout?  I’ll fire up the grill, throw a few steaks on…” I smiled to her and added, “Dammit, I sure could use the company.”    She smiled back and said “Sure.”    When she dropped over later, she was wearing a pretty, flowered summer dress—a lot dressier than my shorts, t-shirt and sandals.  She explained Sean was still a little embarrassed to face me, so it would be just her and me.    “It’ll take some time, I’m sure…I guess I wouldn’t want to face the guy whose girlfriend I had screwed, either.”  I saw the pained expression on her face, and quickly apologized for my poor choice of words.    We had a great time.  I discovered many things that evening about the neighbor I never really knew.  She liked dark beer—a woman after my own heart!  Once I fretted over grilling up the two prime steaks (to perfection, I might add), we settled down at the poolside table and ate, drank beer and talked.  She told me about her work as a paralegal.  She told me some anecdotes of her “crazy youth,” as she called it, growing up fatherless in a Midwestern state.  She even told me a few really funny lawyer jokes.  We steered away from any talk of what just happened to both of us, but I did get the impression from things she said her marriage to Paul had not been a particularly happy one.  We were both surprised when we looked at our watches to see it was 12:30AM.  She helped me clean up and bring things into the house, then said goodnight.    Before leaving, I held her hands in mine and said, “Karen, I had a fantastic time tonight…don’t be a stranger, ok?”  No promises were exchanged, no commitments made, except we would stay in touch with each other.   We became friends that summer.  Karen and Sean used my pool often.  Our “dates” were the frequent weekend cookouts, where we did nothing more than hold hands occasionally.  She always wore a demure, almost old-fashioned, one-piece suit in my pool.  I marveled at Karen’s youthful figure, nothing big and flashy about her, yet trim and athletic, with everything in the right place as far as I was concerned.  One Saturday we went on a real date, driving up to a local microbrewery to check out their offerings, and then to dinner at my favorite restaurant.  That was the day I knew I was in love.  We kissed for the first time; releasing some of the pent-up longing for each other that had been growing over the summer.    The next day, I invited her over.  I had set my small TV out by the pool; we’d watch the game, have a few beers and enjoy the beautiful weather.  For some reason she had this devilish grin on her face when she arrived at my door.    “OK if I use your bathroom to change into my suit?” She asked, holding up her tote bag, indicating what was in it.    I knew what the grinning was all about when she came out of the house wearing the sexiest string bikini imaginable——how could three small triangles of pink fabric be so compelling?  The sight of her floored me.  She must have been using a tanning bed naked, since no tan lines could be seen. Her ass cheeks were tight and solid, her stomach flat with well-defined abs, and her breasts looked very firm, with a sexy upturn to them.  Her nipples were prominently showing through the bra cloth, as the bulge was prominent in my shorts.    She breathlessly asked, “You like?” pirouetting to let me get a good look.    As Angie did earlier this summer, all I could say was “wow.”  All she had to do was look at the front of my shorts to see that I “like.”    She explained she bought the bikini while on vacation last summer when Paul bought his Speedos, but had been too timid to wear it anywhere since.  She was as giddy as a young girl on prom night.  I knew we would consummate our love that day.   We watched the game, cooked some burgers on the grill, had a few beers and splashed in the pool.  The sight of her emerging from the pool with her miniscule suit, soaking wet, leaving nothing to the imagination, completely turned me on, my cock fully erect and seriously stretching the fabric of my trunks.  She walked up to me and kissed me while rubbing her body against my bulge.  Like two horny teenagers, we jogged into the house and headed for the bedroom.  By the time we hit the bed we were both naked.    I mentioned “condom” and she shook her head no, with fire in her eyes.  The whole summer had been foreplay, I guessed.  I immediately mounted her and we made love with animalistic intensity.  Our climaxes were earthmovers.  Our sweat, our limbs, our cries, our juices all merged in perfect harmony.    We spent the rest of the day exploring each other’s bodies, discovering each other’s pleasure triggers.  She was the most energetic lover I’d ever been with, eager to give as well as receive.  At one point, I thought how could Paul be so stupid—to fuck around and throw this magnificent woman aside?  We did it in the shower, back on the bed, and even on the floor.    While dressing to go home, she chuckled that she’d never been this sore in all her life.  When she called it “good sore” we both laughed and hugged each other in a long embrace.  I loved this woman!  She giggled and stated she was disappointed the camera wasn’t still recording. “What an X-rated movie we would have made today!” she added, both of us laughing hysterically.   It would be two months before I showed her the video.  Yes, I kept the one camera in the bedroom.  Who knows, maybe I was just preparing for the next woman to be in my bed.  She fucked my brains out that night, startlingly aroused by watching herself perform for the first time.  We now make it a regular part of our lovemaking to watch the videos, lovingly critiquing each other’s technique, making a game of it.      The divorce proceedings were moving along slowly.  They had to sell the house to pool assets, so Karen and Sean moved in with me.  By now Sean knew I held no ill will toward him for fucking Stacy—hey, he was just a horny teenager with a willing whore.  And he knew I loved his mom.    Only once did I pull out the stashed DVDs and watched them.  It was still quite a turn-on to see me fucking Angie again, and I masturbated enthusiastically while watching.  However, I realized even the forbidden fruit of a 12-year-old’s tight pussy couldn’t compare with making love with Karen.  I proposed to Karen the following night and she accepted, crying tears of happiness.  We set a date for the following summer, when her divorce would be final.  She smothered me with love that night, sucking my cock dry, then coaxed me back to rigidity and rode me like a cowgirl riding her stallion.  Before I came, I marveled at the creature riding me; her beautiful firm breasts bouncing, mouth open, and moaning in pleasure.   When I watched the video the next day, my eyes were drawn to an unusual sight on the screen.  Karen was standing naked before the dresser mirror and admiring her belly.  Why hadn’t I noticed the little swelling of her tummy, and how her breasts were a little fuller lately?  She turned sideways and rubbed the contours of her once-flat stomach, then looked up to the camera and winked.    I started to cry.  As with hers, my tears were tears of joy.  

Viola's High School Health Class by LittleFrieda Health Class Breast Exam As the bell for the end of class rings, the teacher Mrs Moore calls out, OK class, turn in your test sheets as you leave. Tomorrow we will demonstrate the breast cancer self examination. All students will get an opportunity to feel normal breast tissue on our medical dummy and follow the exam procedure. Right, on to your next class. As the students exit the classroom, Viola steps up to the teacher saying, Excuse me Mrs Moore, could I - *ahem* - MAY I volunteer to be the breast exam model? Mrs Moore is taken aback by this. (Whoaa! That is unexpected.) This is an unusual request. You understand nudity is involved? And why do you want to volunteer? Viola replied, My grandmother died of cancer three years ago. My mother had a breast removed, and is currently in remission on her other breast. My oldest sister had a biopsy last month and starts treatment next week. I need all the help I can get to find any cancer early. Mrs Moore completely understood now. I see. Sorry about all your troubles. Certainly you can be a model for the exams. Let me quickly describe how this works and then I will give you a permission form for your parents to sign. Viola had some concerns about getting a parent to agree. On the permission form, can you stress the cancer screening part and go lightly on the nudity? My parents are conservative, but not completely out there. Taking clothes off in school wont get me a whipping, but Im not sure how they will react. They might refuse to sign. Mrs Moore reassured Viola, Sure. I can have the form ready for you right after school. Can you come by then? OK, see you later. ***** After school: Viola poked her head into the health classroom Hello? Mrs Moore? Mrs Moore looked up from the papers on her desk, Hi Viola, come in. Here is the permission form. I have made the nudity part very vague and emphasized the cancer screening. I didnt even have to mention breasts. Bring that back tomorrow with signatures and you can start at the beginning of class. Now let me describe the lesson plan. For this first lesson, we will be undressed up in front of the class together. I will demonstrate a self-exam on myself, then repeat the exam on you. Then I will guide you through a self-exam. Starting the next day two classmates will be selected, one boy and one girl, to do a practice session on you. Every day after that, you undress and the class will start with a boy getting exam experience on you, followed by the normal daily lesson, and ends with a different girl getting experience, going through the roster until all students have had a practice session. Viola asked, What happens after the last student? Can the exams keep going every day for the rest of the year? I really dont want to get cancer. Again, Mrs Moores expectations were wildly exceeded. Viola, you continue to surprise me. First you volunteered. We had a heck-ava-time getting anyone to be a model for this health class since it started ten years ago. Past complaints from girls that MIGHT have considered doing this are that there are a small few number of boys that they Do Not Want anywhere near them, much less anything involving touching. Your stepping up and volunteering is a blessing for me, thanks. Viola replied, I have been preoccupied with family health issues, so dont have any enemies in school. Mrs Moore said, Thats, I hate to say great, but lets instead say fortunate. Sort of. Even thats not a great word. And of course we can keep the exams going until the school year is over. That is not a problem. So the process will be, undress, Boy Exam, the class, and finish with Girl Exam. See you tomorrow. ***** Day 1: After the bell starts the class, Mrs Moore announces Class, lets get started. Today we will begin learning about various forms of cancers and how to detect them. For the boys, we will finish the semester with mouth-tongue-throat cancer from chewing tobacco. But first, to keep you kids from falling asleep until then we will start with breast cancer and how to do a self-exam. This last bit got everyone's attention. Mrs Moore told the class. This year we have a volunteer for a live demonstration. Viola, please come up here and introduce yourself. Viola shyly told the class, Hi. My name is Viola. I asked to be up here because my family has a history of breast cancer. I need help to detect it early. Mrs Moore then got right into the plan for the class, Thank you Viola. Now class, later Viola will distribute handouts so you dont have to write down this lecture She went into a quick overview of breast cancer history, detection, and procedures to cure it. Mrs Moore continued, Lets get started on the exams. First I will demonstrate on myself how to do a self-exam, and then I will help Viola do a self-exam. Following that, one boy will do a practice exam on Viola. Near the end of class, a girl will do a practice exam on Viola. With a quick glance at Viola to see how she is holding up, Mrs Moore said Lets get started. Her attention back to the class, Mrs Moore begins the exam by taking off her shirt. As she then takes off her bra, she tells Viola to disrobe. Standing topless and at ease in front of the class, Mrs Moore begins what the boys think is the exceptionally interesting portion of the lecture. She glances at Viola and sees her start to unbutton her shirt. Continuing with the instruction Mrs Moore says, Now class, especially you boys, I am 47 so my breasts have lost much of the strong connective tissue that keep you young girls perky. By my age they noticeably sag whereas Violas breasts are higher up on her chest. Also the fatty deposits that make my breasts fill out have started to melt away, so my breasts are soft and jiggly, while Viola has breasts that are far more spongy and bouncy. In addition, I have had two children, and pregnancy will change the composition of breast tissues. Mrs Moore looks over at Viola, surprised that she is now completely nude. (Today is about breasts, she should have known she could stop at topless. I guess my disrobe instruction was too vague and Viola simply went all in. Oh well, up to her.) Mrs Moore continued with the class, So here is how to do a breast exam. Viola, please follow along on yourself. The exam demonstration went through all the paces, places, and procedures, going all over the breast in ever widening circles to test everywhere. The teacher ended her self-exam with, And that is the basic breast self-exam. Viola, let me help you through an exam session now. Mrs Moore stayed topless as she instructs and guides Viola through a self-exam, occasionally using her own breast as an example, or to show differences caused by age. Mrs Moore finished up the class with That is the end of your practice session, Viola. Class, there is not enough time for more of this, so Viola, could you please distribute these handouts? Each student gets one from each pile. Thank you. Once again, the teacher is completely surprised by Viola. Instead of getting dressed first, she took the handouts and walked nude up and down the rows of desks, spending several seconds at each desk as she picked papers from each pile. As she finished with the last desk, the end of class bell rang. MsTeachHealth asked Viola to stay behind for a short talk. Viola, tomorrow will start the hands-on exam that you want. When you come in, please prepare yourself right away so we can start quickly. I will select Peter to be the first boy, as he is extremely, painfully shy. He might be reluctant to touch you, even if you tell him it's ok. So when he brings up his hand for the exam, if he stops, I need you to gently grab that hand and place it on your breast. You might even have to spread his fingers out and push on them to get his fingers moving with the correct pressure on your breast tissue. Is that ok? Good. When Peter is all done, call out his name and say a Thank You, then give him a sweet smile. Thats it for today. On to your next class. Viola brought up a problem. My next class is gym. Do I have time to get there? If you go right now, yes. Go pick up your books, Ill get your clothes. As they converge back at the classroom door, Viola holds out her stack of books and Mrs Moore places her clothes on top. Viola then peeks out into the hallway, looking to see if the coast is clear, and dashes off toward the gym. Bewildered, Mrs Moore thinks (??? I meant she had time if she got dressed first. Why did she rush off nude?) ***** Day 2: Mrs Moore is standing outside her classroom, in the hall, discussing some issue with another teacher. It takes about a minute after the starting bell rings for her to finish up and enter the classroom. She sees that Viola has followed instructions from yesterday, to be prepared for a quick start to the lesson, and has already taken off all her clothes and is standing in front of the class. Once again she is pleasantly surprised by her over enthusiasm, getting nude instead of simply topless. (Extra credits for that young lady.) Ok class, as I mentioned yesterday, every class from now on will start with a boy getting a hands on lesson for giving a woman a breast cancer exam, and the class will end with a girl getting a practice session with Viola. This will continue until all students have been through this lesson. After that, any girl that wants a personal self-exam instruction session up here, you can see me then. But this will be a serious exam lesson, dont do this simply for the chance to get naked. Mrs Moore sees two girls react with looks of disappointment, so she rolls her eyes and adds, Let me rephrase that. No matter what your motivation, it will involve a serious exam lesson, and graded as such. OK, lets get started with the boys part of doing a breast exam. Peter! You are the lucky guy and will go first. Please come up to the front. The first thing for this exam is to show you what a lump feels like. Mrs Moore unbuttons her blouse once again and removes her bra, standing facing the class. Pointing to Peter she instructs, Come stand here on my right and give me your right hand. She takes his hand and splays out his fingers. Placing his hand precisely on her breast below her nipple, she pressed his fingers in and moved them in a small circle. You should be able to feel a small hard lump under your fingers. I have a cyst, or a non-cancerous lump. This is the safe version of a lump, but anything like this needs to be looked at by a doctor. Each of you students will start your examination in the following days on me, and then search Violas breast for this type of lump. Many boys in the class quickly understood her to say Im getting topless every day! She let Peters hand drop back to his side. Now Peter, time for the exam of Viola. Viola, you stand right here, and Peter get close behind her left shoulder. No, closer. Close enough that you are touching her back and side with your chest. Viola, let your arms fall straight down, and Peter you should be pretty close to rubbing her arm. Good. Mrs Moore guided Peter into position and when she was satisfied, Yes, thats good. Now Peter, you need to put your right hand somewhere, as it will be at loose ends for this procedure. Reach up your right hand round her back and rest it on Violas right shoulder. Yes, just like that. Viola is standing still and calm with Peter getting into position beside her. (He is shivering. Must be nervous as hell. I like that, at least he wont hurt me.) Mrs Moore goes on to the next step. Peter, now put your left hand on Violas left breast. Peter raises his arm out and pauses, then is barely able to warble out a whisper to Viola Is it really OK? To touch? Viola whispers back Yes Peter, you can touch me. She then catches his left hand and guides it gently onto her breast. With yesterdays advice from Mrs Moore she spreads out his finger pads on her nipple and into the starting position. To show it really, really is OK to touch, Viola keeps her hand on top of his so that it wont drift away. To push things even FURTHER, she very slowly and almost imperceptibly presses his hand into her breast and then lets up. Three seconds of pressing inward, followed by three seconds of letting up. Three seconds press, three seconds relax. Embedded in all this, Viola subtly moves one of his fingers across her nipple every time, every three seconds. Peters uneven breathing and stronger trembling told Viola that he was getting the message Loud And Clear. Viola happily gets her own little rush from Peters fingers. This continues as Mrs Moore is giving her spiel before the exam. There are four parts to this exam. Left breast, right breast, each with arms up and arms down. As I demonstrated yesterday on myself. At the end of Part-One-Of-Four, Mrs Moore announced, Good, we are done with part one. Peter, did you feel any lumps in Violas breast like you did in mine? No? Good, or we would have to rush Viola to an Urgent Care Clinic. It can be difficult to feel lumps in a teen breast with firm tissue, so dont try to go too fast. Now lets do the other breast, the right one. Peter, step up a little and turn into Viola. Get very close because you will have to reach your left hand across to her right breast. Viola feels Peter moving around, but he does not close in. He goes left, right, leans over (Why is he staying so far out? Ahh, I bet he has a boner and is too embarrassed to push it into my hip.) She uses her left hand to reach around Peters back to pull and draw him in. Viola whispers Its really OK, Peter. I understand. Stand straight and tall and press in. Yeah, thats the way. You can touch me, I want to touch you. I even LIKE it. One again Viola gives Peter a confidence building ego boost by hugging him in with her left arm and subtly shifting her legs a few times, giving her hip a gentle rub on his erection. She then turns her face to him with a big smile. When Peter completed the other three exams, Mrs Moore said, Well done you two. Peter, before you sit down, tell the class what you were looking for in the exam, what you found, and then take some questions from the class. While Peter talked about what he had done and where he felt every little sensation change in Violas breast, Mrs Moore pulled Viola aside and quietly spoke. I saw what you did with Peter, with the hand and then with the leg. Voila was embarrassed at getting caught. Oh, you saw? I was hoping to be more cagey than that. Sorry. Dont be. It was a good thing you did for Peter. I need to thank YOU. If you really like Peter, give him a hug before he sits down. You can give him a smile or a hug, your choice. You can hold him until the ending bell if you want. Well, let's get back to our positions and wind this down. Mrs Moore cranked up her Teacher voice telling the class, Right! We need to wrap this up. Peter, thank Viola for her gracious help with the exercise. And class, please fill out the forms that are on your desks. Peter turned his back to the class and faced Viola. Thank you Viola. It was great to get this instruction with you. Viola took a sneak peek at Peters crotch and saw that his hardon had not gone down, so she quickly scooted over to Peter and opened her arms in a clear invitation for a hug. Peters abject surprise didnt stop him from opening his arms, but he was still too wound up from touching her to move his feet. For the hug he tried the same type of distant hug as for the second exam. Peter bent slightly at the waist and leaned into Viola. Viola would have none of that, whispering into his ear while patting his butt Stand up straight. I want a proper hug. A bear hug. As Peter straightened up and pressed in, Viola could feel his hardon against her tummy. Usually there is an ordinary amount of time to hold a hug, but Viola was determined that she would not be the first to let go. She snuggled her face into Peters neck, using her hands to knead his back as her arms clamped around him. She could feel his erection throb every time she shifted her feet, then felt him calm it down a bit. (I wonder if feeling his boner through pants makes it seem bigger? Or do pants make it seem smaller?) Viola was blissing out that she had this kind of power over a boy. Peter did not have the social sense to know when to stop. Besides, getting his hands on Violas bare back felt too delightfully good to want to stop. He was so enthralled by hugging a naked girl, her body heat, the smell of her hair, the silky touch of her skin, that he could not let go. So the hug went on for minutes. He especially loved the time pressing his erection into Viola. Viola whispered to him, This is why us girls like to dance. Will you dance with me again soon? When Peter heard this he was overcome with emotion. He started trembling again and leaned his head onto hers. Viola heard his breathing go irregular, then a very quiet whimper. (Lordy! Is he starting to cry? I need to help him. Where are some tissues?) Eventually Mrs Moore needed to break up the hug. Well, thank you Peter. It's time to sit down. Although Peter was resigned to let go and end the hug, Viola squeezed him in tighter and whispered in his ear Start coughing. Peter was still in a mental state where he couldnt speak and could only sigh out a soft Huh? Viola whispered again You need to cough. Fake a cough, but start coughing NOW. Gentle ones. So Peter began coughing as instructed, fake gentle coughs. Viola rushed over to the teachers desk and grabbed the box of tissues. Viola told him, loud enough for the class to hear, Here, Peter. Cough into these. Then in a quiet whisper, And dry your eyes. I know the guys in this class, they're ALL dickheads. If they catch you crying theyll razz you to the end of time. Now cough a bit more. Back to a normal voice, Here are some more tissues. Soon Peter was able to turn around and take his seat without raising any suspicions. He was also blown away by the enthusiastic round of applause from the whole class. Even the dickheads that were in reach leaned over to pat his back with attaboys. Mrs Moore said it was too late for the girl portion of the exam, but tomorrows process will go faster and will be conducted then. Turning to Viola she said, Viola, here are some handouts for tomorrows class. Please give them to everyone as they leave. It will be on washing, HAND washing. I know some of you boys still dont do a good job. Rona has been beat down but it and the flu are still lurking out there. The ending bell rang just then, so Viola had to stand naked by the door passing out the papers. When everyone else was out, Mrs Moore put Violas folded clothes on top of her books and waved her out to the next class. Then she put her own blouse back on. Mrs Moore said to herself, (Damn, that Viola is one sharp cookie. She thinks fast and had the good grace to save Peters soul at the end. More bonus points for her.) ***** Day 3 As the Health class starts, Viola takes off her clothes and goes to the front of the class. Mrs Moore selects a male student, Harold, to practice a breast examination. As he gets up from his desk and walks to the front, Mrs Moore unbuttons her blouse once again. After folding her blouse and bra, she asks him to give her his hand. Harold steps over to the topless teacher and reaches his hand out. Mrs Moore takes hold of it and guides his fingers to feel the cyst inside her breast. To speed things up Mrs Moore only conducts this part of the exam on herself, but stays topless as he is then led over to Viola to do a full practice session, going through the whole procedure. Since this is the second time for a boy to go through the exercise, it went much faster. Mrs Moore finishes up the boys session with Viola, Well, we finally have time to go through a normal lesson. As you remember from last class, today we will go over hand washing. All the boys were ecstatic that the teacher did not dress back up and Viola stayed naked. Over the next few days, it became the routine in that class. The teacher is topless and Viola is nude for the whole class. The boys figured that this was simply bridging the time between boy practice at the start of class, and the girl practice at the end. Mrs Moore rationalized it was because inadequate air conditioning made wearing a shirt uncomfortably warm, and needed to be undressed anyway for the breast exams. But she could not admit to herself that those were just excuses and she simply enjoyed the raunchy freedom. Viola's High School Swimming Class by LittleFrieda Day 1 - T-fronts At the end of Health class, Mrs Moore told Viola, If you go right now, yes you can make it to the gym. Go pick up your books, Ill get your clothes. As they converge back at the classroom door, Viola holds out her stack of books and Mrs Moore places her clothes on top. Viola then peeks out into the hallway, looking to see if the coast is clear, and dashes off toward the gym. As viola goes around the bend, Mrs Moore wonders, (??? I meant she had time if she got dressed first. Why did she rush off naked like that?) Viola saw that while the hall was not entirely empty, the stragglers were all walking away, which made a dash to the gym somewhat safer. She scooted over to the stairwell, paused for a quick listen and when she didnt hear any sounds, took the steps down two at a time. Now on the ground floor she mapped out what should be the least used path over to her destination. She was at the final door before she would need to cross a short open space into the girls locker rooms, when her friend Nora called out, Viola! What are you doing? Trying to bring back streaking? It's been years since anyone tried that. Viola gave out a panicked gasp, turned around, and saw that it was only her friend, straggling alone to the gym. Viola eeked out, Nora! You scared me. No, Im not doing a streak, not a deliberate one anyway. I was late getting away from my last class. I was the model for a breast self-exam session. Nora suspiciously asked, And you had to get all the way naked for a breast exam? You didnt stop at topless? I dont know. The teacher simply said disrobe, so I just assumed it should be all the way. Let's step up the pace here, or we will be late for gym or someone will catch me. Are you going to stay naked for gym class? Nora asked. Dont we start swimming lessons today? You might be dressed for it, especially since this first day will be all girls. You passed the lifeguard class last summer, didnt you? Yeah, Viola confirmed. And now I have to be a helper for this swim class. Stay naked? I dont think so, even though the teacher said we can bring our own suits, as if this was a suit. Bahhh. There goes the bell. Now we are officially late. My door is right up there, and I need to make a dash across this open space and meet up with the Coach. Nora let her friend go with OK, Ill see you at the pool. Nora was able to be fashionably late into the girls lockers, but she made up time by a quick change into her suit. Viola needed to go directly to Coach Chambers so she did not have an opportunity to dump her books in her locker and put on the swimsuit. Coach Chambers saw her enter. Oh, there you are Viola. *Eurp* Why are you naked? Viola told her, I was a model in the Health Class and Mrs Moore kept me a few extra minutes. Coach Chambers acknowledged, I see. Well, heres a towel. Wrap up in that and go collect the girls. I can store your stuff here in the office. Viola was surprised by this. What about my suit? Coach replied, No time for that. This first swim class will be all girls so you dont need the suit today. We get our precious pool time by the gracious generosity of the college, and were losing time at the pool right now. We need to get moving. Viola peered out the door of the coachs office to check for males that might be around. Coach put an immediate stop to that. No time to dilly-dally. Theres no boys out there and any men are married and have seen it all before. So suck it up and march, pronto. Viola quickly scooted into the girls locker area, blew her whistle, and called them all to attention. All right ladies, finish changing into swim outfits and move out into the gym. We need you lined up for roll call. Our swim time is limited so please hurry! The city, county, and state had given up trying to outlaw thongs a few years ago. So when the girls walked across the quad to the pool, most wore thongs. With towels around their shoulders or around their hips, any boys that saw that marching parade would see normal beach attire, which after all would be acceptable on an evening TV show. A boy would only get excited if his sweetheart was in the mob. As the girls enter the pool area, they bunch up at the waters edge. Coach Chambers announced, Alright girls, drop the towels on a bench and line up on the pool edge at the shallow end. No Kathy, the other shallow end. Good. Now raise your hand when your name is called out. Then climb down gently into the water and we can get started with the lesson. ***** About 10 minutes into the lesson, Coach Chambers suddenly twigged on something that had been tickling her subconscious since the girls lined up at the pool. Coach called out two of the girls, Lydia! Theresa! Get up out of the pool and come over here. What are you wearing? The girls replied, These are our bikinis, well, thongs. The handout for this class said we should bring them from home. There weren't any other instructions about them. Unsatisfied with that answer, Coach wanted more information. Yeah, well, where did you get these things? And what style is that called? We bought these in Santa Monica this summer. Our grandma invited us down for a month. Coach thought to herself, (I see that they deliberately avoided the question about the style name.) And ordered, Twirl around slowly. I see the thong style in the back, and the fabric around your hips is about 2 or 3 inches, like a wide belt. Face me and pull the suit up and let me see. That's it? Thats the bottom? Just a half-inch wide strap? It dives completely between your kitty lips. Is that really a thing over in Santa Monica? Yes maam, we bought it at a beachfront bikini kiosk. It's called a T-Front thong. Grandma says it's no different from cleavage, or what a thong shows in the back. It just happens in the front too. Coach sighed. Is that really better than simply going nude like Viola? Well, if you are comfortable in it, OK. But be warned, there will be boys in this class starting tomorrow. Right! Back to the lesson everyone. With that some of the girls think, (We can go nude like Viola? Have to try that someday.) All the girls had been watching this exchange. Deep down they already guessed that thongs were acceptable, but this absolutely confirmed it. And now the girls knew that a T-Front would not get them kicked out and sent home. After the class and back in the showers there was some discussion about this new fashion trend. Ivy said to her friend Tracy, Did you see that T-Front? I want one. Tracy replied, Yeah, me too. Too bad it will take weeks to order and ship. I want it tomorrow. Oh wait! I have a g-string bikini. Ivy realized. You do too, right? Tonight Im going to see if wearing it backwards will work. Maybe we already have a T-Front! Tracy wondered, Are you ready for boys to see that? We better shave smooth tonight. Day 2 Viola left the Health Class for the second time without an opportunity to get dressed. She was not so late on this day, so there were more students in the halls. But being close to the class start bell, anyone that saw her had no time to chat or ask why. They could only note the event as they scurried to their next room. Once again Viola is nude when she enters the gym and meets Coach Chambers at her office. Coach Chambers asked her, Naked again today? OK, no problem. Put your books in my office so I can lock it. Viola thinks, (This is not what I had in mind, but yesterday was not so bad. Wont there be boys with us today? And Coach is good with that?) Swim class this second day had the same 2 girls with their T-Front thongs from California, and 3 other girls were wearing g-strings turned around. This time, for these 3 new girls lined up at the pool, there was no fabric to distract or obscure that there was only a string going deep between the pussy lips. Ivy whispered to Tracy, Look at Marcy! And those two! We picked up some friends. Coach Chambers looked around at her students. (Oh geez, Those girls and their cleavage. Well, I did warn them that boys will be here today. Last year there were at least a few bikini bottoms. This year its all thongs or worse.)" " Now that we have done attendance, it's time to let the boys in here. Viola, please go open the door. As Viola opened the door, she stood behind it. It was a lazy attempt to hide from the boys eyes, and it worked for a while. The door closed behind the last one, but none of them looked back at her. The boys marched in with their coach and were led to line up across some benches from the girls, so that Coach Chambers and Coach Richards could walk up and down between them. As the boys take their positions, they have a short time to look over at the girls. Many smiles pop up on their faces, and boners in their shorts as they become aware of what some of the girls are wearing. By this time, Viola has slowly walked around behind the boys to stand behind Coach Richards. As the boys Coach looks back at Viola he makes a determined effort to keep his smile at a professional level. Then looking at the other girls he is mildly shocked that five of them have elected to wear the T-Front fashion. Most boys are torn between staring at the T-Front girls and staring at Viola. It quickly becomes an easy decision as Viola is standing behind Coach Richards and he glares back at the boys. The best way for the boys to not get their coachs glare is to look across at the other girls, which they happily do. Coach Richards walks down the line of girls and stops in front of Ivy. That thong does not wear like the ones I remember from my youth. Is it on backwards? Ivy reaches to the back waistband for the garment tag. Its not there so she runs her fingers in front and finds it. Yeah, I guess it is. Coach Richards asked her, Do you want to fix that? Ivy gives a quick embarrassed and guilty look, because she got caught, then grabs the thong and pulls the fabric down a very short way. She stops abruptly as she looks at all the boys staring at her, waiting for her to strip naked for the change. No sir, I will leave it like this. The slight movement of the thong has caused the central strap to go partially akimbo. As the strap comes around from her back to the front, it emerges halfway up her kitty and bends off to the side. This leaves almost an inch of the top of her slit visible. Coach Richards moves on to Tracy. Are you really aware of how that thong looks on you? Yes sir. I know. We all know. Every girl that keeps up with beach fashion knows and is only waiting for an opportunity to wear it. The girls coach comes up to Ivy and quietly says. Adjust your front. It has gone off to the side. Not quiet enough because all the boys look over at Ivy and watch as she pulls the strap away from her pussy and plants it in the middle. She presses her finger along the length to be sure of its location and then pulls the waist of the thong up taught, forcing that strap to sink into her slit and disappear. Coach Chambers is astonished when she sees this. (Wow! She is standing there like its like no big deal for her. Maybe that fashion IS real. I remember the outrage when thongs became popular.) All you girls, anyone wearing this new fashion needs to keep their thong extra clean. You absolutely do not want to start a fungus colony up there. Is that clear? All the girls called out Yes maam. And all the boys thought (Im glad mum forced me to sign up for this class. Its going to be a FUN year.) Day 3 Once again Viola left the Health class without getting dressed. This time she actually had plenty of time and made the walk to the gym calmly, accompanied by her friend Nora. The path over there does not see any heavy traffic so there was nobody to stop her and wonder whats going on. After a pleasant chat with her friend, they split and went their separate ways. Nora went to her locker room and Viola went to the teachers office. Coach Chambers was mildly concerned about Violas class schedule. Viola, this is the third day you have come here nude. Should I have a talk with Mrs Moore about keeping you so late? No thanks, maam. I am getting used to this. I dont have to walk through any crowds, so nobody points and stares. Also I think my clothes are giving me itchies. At home we changed to those laundry pod things. Maybe the new detergent formula is doing this. Anyone else in your family have this problem? Viola replied, No, just me. But frankly, until that is sorted out, not wearing clothes is kinda a relief. When I get home I have to take a super hot shower to stop the pain. I see. I hope you get that problem solved soon. November Diving 1 At the start of November the swim class turned into a diving class. Coach Chambers was in charge of this, not Coach Richards, since she won some regional medals for the 10 meter platform, back in the day. Viola still attended nude, as she and the class had gotten used to it all. The extra time not taken up with suiting up or off let her be more relaxed as an assistant. Alright students, make a line starting here and snaking back toward the wall." Coach Chambers commanded. "I want boys on my left and girls on my right. Space yourselves out so that each girl matches up with a boy. Good. Now the first boy-girl pair, go get up on the springboard. This first step is not even a dive. Just jump in the water straight, feet first. The trick is that you both have to go in together. The closer you get to hitting the water at exactly the same time, the better your grade will be. Viola, you and Larry are at the head of the line so you two are first. Larry: Viola is the captain of your team. She has already done this in practice at the swim club, so she is in charge. Viola will do the countdown and you jump when she says jump. The first try for a paired jump was perfectly awful, and this was expected. When the two were out of the water and back on the pool deck, Coach Chambers explained to the entire class what went wrong. Larry, you jumped late. Dont wait for Viola to say jump. It takes a second and a half for your brain to respond to a jump command, which puts you off the mark. Her job is to set the pace of three-two-one-jump so that you can jump when you THINK she's gonna say jump. If Viola messes up the timing, thats HER fault. You will still have jumped when you should. Also your style was a complete mess. Your arms and legs went all over the place. You have to drop down like a stick, straight up and down, legs straight and closed, arms straight and down at your side. If you do a bad jump off the 10 meter platform Despite your whole life experience with water, it can be HARD. The surface tension of the water makes it worse the faster you go. Go splat on the water wrong from 10 meters up and we take you to the hospital. Everyone that survived jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge missed the water and hit the mud flats instead. Viola and Larry, go do one more try. Viola promptly started moving toward the diving board ladder. Larry dithered, wiping a sharp fleck of dirt off the bottom of his foot. This was only a ruse on his part as he wanted to follow Viola up and watch her ass. He reached the little platform at the top right behind Viola, giving her naked butt a gentle pat before they split for their individual springboards, For good luck. he said with a smile. Viola flinched at this invasion of her personal space, giving Larry a scowl back. Out at the end of the board, this time Larry jumped exactly on the mark. However his form needed much more practice, but thats why it takes so long to become good. November Diving 2 Viola endured two weeks of having Larry as her partner. Always when they dove, springboard or platform, he always went up the ladder behind her. Larry had become very creative at finding ways to delay and make sure she went up first. And always he gave her naked butt a soft pat, For luck. Finally Viola had enough of the antics and after the class, requested that Coach Chambers give her a new partner. When her friend Nora saw the change the next day, she could not believe ANYONE would give up Larry. Catching up with Viola after school she got into a conversation about that. Hey Viola, whats up with your partner? Why did you change? Viola explained, Every time we dove the creep kept slapping my ass. Nora, What? THATS the reason? Hes a HUNK. He can spank my butt anytime. Viola replied, You can have him. I hear hell be up for grabs tomorrow. And have you seen his grades? If they go any lower hell have to ride the short bus home. Hey, dont disrespect those guys. My cousin is in that Special Ed class. With some sympathy Viola replied, I know. I dont mean to insult them. They got dealt a bad hand in life and they are earnestly trying their best. With her voice picking up some irritation, Larry on the other hand is just drifting along and wasting his talents. I know he isnt stupid, he picks up diving lessons as if he were born for the sport. He just doesnt try. Well, hes still a hunk. Viola insisted. Who will you pick as a new partner? Peter. Really? Peter? Hes such a nerd! Why him?" Nora asked. "Hes on track to be tagged as Quietest Boy in the school yearbook. Now, dont go disrespecting my choice. Viola chided. Yeah, he is quiet and awkward. I think his brain short circuits when he has to speak without being very prepared. He wont be a rocket scientist, or save the world, but hes a nice sweet guy. Have you ever talked to him? No, why would I do that? He looks so boring. Viola informed her friend, Everyone has a story, you just have to listen. His uncle owns a horse farm. Peter invited me out there next weekend for a horseback ride. Well go out a couple of hours, have a picnic, and come back. You want me to get you an invite? Noras eyes are BIG by this time. A horse ride? I LOVE horses. Of course I want to go. And how did you wrangle an invitation? I chatted with him in Health Class and Swimming, sounded out what he likes, and subtly pushed his buttons. Well, heres what you have to do. Viola laid down some rules. First, tomorrow in diving class, forget the suit. Go naked. Peter likes that. With some outrage Nora objected. Is that how you got the invitation? Got naked for him? Now you want Peter to perv on me? Its not Peter you have to worry about. Viola replied. Larry on the other hand would, and will, perv on you. Peter will admire you with a lot more discretion, and from a distance. And no, just taking my clothes off didnt do it. I was nice to him, when so few others in the class were. If you want an invitation to a horse ride you need to do what I did. Getting naked only gets his attention. You have to smile at him, talk to him, in order to get beyond his brick wall. If I see you get him to smile with you, Ill get you that invite.

Virgin Exhibitionist by Tina_Kerr_36 Even though I'd been masturbating to orgasm for a couple of years, I didn't discover the awesome intensity of squirting and blackout orgasms until shortly after my fifteenth birthday. Both scared me the first time it happened, but after that, I would be disappointed with just having normal orgasms. A few weeks earlier, I was in my room, naked on my bed, and masturbating. It was early on a Saturday afternoon and I had the house to myself. My parents were playing golf, and my younger brother by a year was off somewhere with his friends. I had my eyes closed and my whole brain was focused on my clit. It was like the rest of me didn't exist. I was just a clit—a huge, swollen, throbbing clit, and I was being rubbed faster and faster by fingers slickened by my own juices. It was a great orgasm and it took me a long while to come down from it. I still hadn't gotten my breathing back under total control when I opened my eyes. My brother and one of his friends were standing in the doorway of my room. I screamed, "Jason! What are you—get the fuck out—right now!" They left without closing my door. I waited until I heard the back door close, and then peeked out the window. Jason and his friend were just leaving our yard through the back gate, so I headed for the shower. During my shower, all I could see in my mind's eye was the look on their faces, my brother and his friend. They were obviously both stunned and totally engrossed in seeing the scene I'm sure neither of them had expected to see while passing my room. For some reason, the memory of the look in their eyes pleased me greatly, but I wasn't sure why. I was very accustomed to boys—men even, staring at me, ogling me, undressing me with their eyes. I must confess to taking some degree of pride in that, in knowing that the opposite sex found me attractive—sexy even. I must confess further that men and boys ogling me almost always made me horny. But those times weren't the same. Those men and boys hadn't seen me totally naked in my most intimate moment. My brother and his friend had. Prior to turning off the water, I played with myself only briefly, and achieved another great orgasm after only a couple of minutes. * * * Dry and back in my room, I stood in front of the full-length mirror on my closet door and admired myself. I loved the look of my body—especially my rounded butt and my upturned breasts that, at 36Ds, were a bit larger than would be considered proportionate on my 5'6" and otherwise slender frame. They were the first things most people noticed about me, but I didn't mind. I actually enjoyed it. I didn't have large nipples, but the light pink nubs contrasted nicely against my darker areolas—and they were long enough to announce their presence through a shirt or blouse when I went braless, even when not taut. When they were hard, they screamed their presence. My long dark hair went well with my always tanned face and body. I always worked hard to keep a nice tan, but it wasn't that difficult in North Texas. I didn't date much, even though I'd been asked plenty of times by some of the hottest boys in school. I'd turned down a chance to try out for the cheerleading squad. I'm not sure why, but I just wasn't that interested in those things. The other hot girls thought I was a bitch—a stuck up prude, as did many of the jocks, but I didn't care. I knew I could have almost any boy I wanted, but I considered most of them to be dumb jocks. I considered most of the other hot girls to be airheads. They didn't just want the attention—they NEEDED it. They stupidly garnered their sense of worth from how hot the boy was they were dating at the time, the hotter the boy, the higher their esteem. I wasn't like that. I was just fine without it. I knew my day would come, but I wasn't there yet. Most of my real friends were just average to below average kids—in looks, I mean. Most of them were far more intelligent than me, which put them light years smarter than the dumb jocks and airheads, and I loved being around them. They didn't pester me for dates. They considered me out of their league, although I purposefully avoided saying or doing anything that would make them think that. In fact, the few boys I did date came from that group, and they were perfect gentlemen when with me. That night in bed, I thought back to what had happened earlier. Why didn't it really embarrass me that I'd been seen like that? Why did it result in me having another orgasm in the shower? Why didn't I want to kill my younger brother? And why, after hours of thinking about it, did I wish I could experience it again? I once read the autobiography of a serious alcoholic. My main take-a-way from the book was something he said, "My drinking took a serious turn for the worse when I finally acknowledged to myself that I was an alcoholic. Now I had an excuse to drink, and I took full advantage of it. I didn't have to feel guilty for drinking any longer. It wasn't me. It was my condition. I had an excuse." When I recalled his words, it hit me like a sledgehammer slamming into my forehead. "I'm an exhibitionist." Once I acknowledged my "condition" and accepted it, my course was clear. It would be my task to feed my addiction. I had to insert myself into situations that satisfied my need to be seen in the most personal and private of circumstances. I simply had no choice. It was my duty to feed my addiction. * * * Growing up in a small Texas town in the sixties meant that we were never exposed to many of the things people think about when they think of the sixties. We were never exposed to drugs of any kind. The “Free Love” movement never violated our city limits. We could get our driver’s licenses at fourteen with Driver’s Ed, and we could make the fourteen mile drive the Oklahoma line and buy beer at the back door of the tiny little bar.  I had been to the movies and hamburger stand with David on more than one occasion. He was a true gentleman, and one of the most intelligent people I'd ever met. He was quite overweight and his face was littered with pimples. We could indulge in long discussions on too many topics to list, so I knew I could count on him. I invited him to accompany me to Dairy Maid for a burger on me. I chose the Dairy Maid because we would be eating in the car where it would be more private. "I have a huge problem." I explained to David even before our order arrived at my car window. I told him quite frankly about what had happened with my brother and his friend. I knew I didn't have to be embarrassed about the fact that I masturbated myself to orgasm. Like I said, David was the most intelligent person I'd ever met, so I knew I wouldn't have to explain to him that girls do that too. "Davie, the whole thing turned me on so much, I had to get myself off again a few minutes later in the shower. Do you know what that means?" He nodded after giving my story his full measure of consideration. "I'm pretty sure it means that you're an exhibitionist." He said flatly. "Yes, that was my conclusion too. I never would have thought that about myself, but after that incident and the affect it had on me, I'm convinced that I am." His brow knotted, "I'm not sure you should make such a final conclusion after one such incident. It could have been a fluke, or the particular mood you were in at the time. Was there something in particular you were thinking about while you were masturbating—a particular fantasy?" I pondered his question for a moment before responding, "Not really. I just remember falling into this kind of mental thing where I was a giant clit being rubbed by slick fingers. I can't remember any fantasy or anything else that caused me to start masturbating, or while doing it." "I know the feeling. Sometimes I don't need a fantasy either. I just feel the urge to do it." I giggled, "Hell, all boys need is the wind to change directions. Am I right?" "Yeah, that's pretty much the way of things." He said with a chuckle. "So?" I asked him, "What do I do now?" He shrugged, "I'm not sure. I think you probably need to test your hypothesis to make sure it wasn't a one time thing." Our food arrived and I paid the roller-skating carhop. When she was gone and we had begun eating, I asked, "Any ideas on how I should test it?" He shrugged again, "I'm not sure. How close are you and your brother? Can you confide in him without him taking advantage of your dilemma?" "Probably not, but I'm not sure." "Then you'll have to be patient and wait for an impromptu opportunity to take advantage of." While both of us were busy eating our burgers and fries, I said, "I'm very proud of you, David." "For what?" "You know for what. Don't play coy with me. It's beneath you." "Oh, you mean for not offering to be part of your test?" "Of course that's what I'm referring to, and you know it. You don't pull off playing dumb very well." He seemed to be calculating his response, but he finally said, "Let's see. I'd have to be a total idiot not to want to be a part of that test, but we both know I'm not a total idiot. So the only logical conclusion is that I would love to be a part of it, but I didn't bring it up for some other reason." "Respect?" "Yep, you nailed it. I would love to see you naked, masturbating or not, but I'd much rather have your respect. That means much more to me than a few seconds or even minutes of indulging myself in what we both know wouldn't lead to anything meaningful—other than me needing to masturbate soon after." "David" I said in a very serious and heart-felt tone. "Yes?" "You not offering to do it proves to me that my trust in you is not misplaced. And beyond that, I feel that we already have something meaningful. If this thing . . . this exhibitionist thing—if it proves to be real, I'm going to need a lot of help dealing with it. I don't have to ask if you'll help me. I know you will. And that is very much meaningful—the fact that I know it without asking." David's face lit up. "I'd kiss you right now, if you'd let me, but I ordered extra onions and jalapeños not anticipating that I'd get the chance." "Next time then—hold the onions and jalapeños." * * * Two weeks went by without my getting the chance to conduct my experiment. I was convinced it would never happen, so I was forced to take desperate measures. Jason and I didn't argue and fight like some siblings, and we'd always been fairly open with each other about personal things, so I felt only a modest degree of embarrassment while broaching the subject with him. That Friday evening when our parents were out to dinner with friends, I laid what I'm sure he thought was a bombshell on my brother. "Tomorrow, while mom and dad are playing golf, I'm going to be sunbathing nude in the backyard." He showed me a questioning look, "Okay, what time? I'll make sure I'm gone so you can have your privacy. And about the thing that happened a couple of weeks ago, I-" "Don't worry about it. I'm not pissed off at you. In fact, that's what my sunbathing naked tomorrow is all about. You and your friend watching me kind of turned me on, so it got me to thinking that I may be an exhibitionist without knowing it. I need to test it to be sure, but the opportunity hasn't presented itself. "Cool, so what do you want me to do?" When I explained my plan to him, his face lit up. He eagerly agreed to help me. The next day, I was laying naked in one of the reclining chairs at the specified time. I had positioned it such that I could see the back gate, and I could be seen fully from the up stairs windows. I'd put the chair almost down flat. I had on my darkest sunglasses so that I could pretend to be asleep. Our backyard was very private, so I wasn't worried about the neighbors seeing me and telling my parents. Jason and two of his friends entered our yard through the back gate. He hadn't told them about the plan, so they were both shocked and excited to see me. They were elbowing each other and all three had huge grins. As they moved closer, I closed my eyes almost all the way. They stopped only five feet or so from the foot of my chair and just stared at my body. At that moment, my hypothesis was confirmed. My pussy began tingling and became very wet. After they'd been staring at me for several minutes, I opened my eyes and acted startled to see them. All three of the boys jumped back a step. "Enjoying yourselves?" Jason spoke up, "Gezzz, sis. I'm sorry. We . . . we didn't expect you to be out here like this, and we just couldn't resist . . ." "Well, I guess there isn't any point in trying to cover myself now. You've already seen everything. I guess I'll just go for a swim." I got to my feet and walked lazily past them and dove into the pool. I heard one of the boys say to my brother, "Holy shit! Your sister didn't even seem pissed. Mine would have killed all of us." "I guess we should leave her alone now." Jason said. They went into the house, and I assume right to a window overlooking the pool. I was so horny by then; I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I forced myself to swim for about five minutes, then dried off, wrapped the towel around my hair, and went inside. They were just starting down the stairs as I was going up. I assumed they had timed it that way intentionally. Of course, all six eyes were on my body, so I paused before passing them long enough to ask, "Gezzz guys, didn't you get enough of an eyeful yet?" "Not by a long shot." Jerry Robinson managed. I smirked, "I can see that, but you've got until I get to my room, and then the show is over." And I continued up the stairs and went straight to my room, closing the door behind me. Jason must have sent his friends on their way, because I had just started masturbating when I heard a knock on my door and Jason's voice say "They're gone. It's just me. Can I come in?" "Yes" I said, not stopping what I was doing. He acted surprised that I hadn't gotten dressed, and even more surprised that I just kept playing with my pussy while he stood in the doorway and watched me. "Well, did it work? Did you find out what you wanted to know?" "Mmmmm", I moaned as I put two fingers inside my dripping wet pussy to slicken them. "I sure did. That's why I couldn't wait to do this. It made me really, really horny." "Cool, so does that mean I can watch?" "Yes, I'd like that." "Cool" He said as he stepped into my room and pulled my dressing chair over nearer the bed. I turned my head so that I could watch his face while watched me. I had three very powerful orgasms within ten minutes. It usually took me longer than that to give myself one. After the third one, I stopped and rolled onto my side, curling my body into a fetal position. Jason took the hint. He got up and put my chair back where it had been. "Thanks, sis. That was awesome, but now I have to go do the same." And he walked out, closing the door behind him. * * * Now I was faced with another dilemma. It was okay having Jason watch me, but it wasn't like having a stranger see me. I believed that to be the reason I got so horny when his friends were staring at me. I knew word would get around about the incident, so I couldn't really set up another such scenario with arousing suspicion. As it stood, all his friends could really say is that I sunbathed naked in my backyard and didn't get too pissed when I awoke to find them looking at me. Jason and David were the only ones who knew the truth, so I went back to David. We were sitting on the grass in the city park away from all the other people. "Well, it's confirmed. I'm an exhibitionist." I told him flatly. "I see, so now what?" I shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I'm just going to have to find some people I can trust." "More than one?" "Yeah, I think the more the better, but I'm really not sure." "You'd better be careful not to get yourself gang raped." "Yeah, that is a concern for sure." "Well, you know there are several of us you can trust not to rape you, and not to blab it all over town." "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Will you talk to the others for me?" "You know I will. I just have two questions. First, how many, and secondly, just males or . . ." I pondered both questions for a full couple of minutes before answering, "As many as possible, and if that means girls too, then so be it." I bit my lower lip as I saw his eyes widen. "Don't act so shocked, Davie. I'm not gay or anything. I just think the more eyes the better, that's all. Of course, the girls will probably think I'm a total slut, but that's a chance I'm willing to take." "No one in our group will think you're a slut. I can guarantee you that. We all know you far to well to think anything like that. You've just found something you like and need, that's all. And I'm sure everyone I invite will be very honored that you are willing to trust them with your secret—just like I am." I turned my head toward him. Our faces were mere inches apart. "Thank you for that, David." And I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, even offering him my tongue, which he eagerly accepted. * * * The following Saturday, six of us took two cars and headed for Mike Goldtree's parent's cabin in the woods. It was very private and quite nice inside. During the drive, at least in the car I was in, which was David's SUV, the tension was thick. No one mentioned what we were going to the cabin for, but it was definitely the eight hundred pound gorilla in the car. I could see it in Shelly Glen's eyes every time she turned to look at me. I assumed those in the other car were talking about it the entire way. When we arrived, we carried in the groceries and sleeping bags. We'd all gotten permission to spend the weekend. I brought two cases of beer. I'd only tried beer once, and I didn't like it at all, but I popped one open immediately, hoping it would calm my nerves. The others all followed suit. I didn't really have a plan for how it was all going to happen, so when we were all in the main room, David came right out and asked me. "So, this is your party. You'll have to tell us what you want and when." I looked past him to Mike, then Shelly, then to Brad, and finally to Sharon. Then I took a deep breath and told them, "I guess I'd just like to get naked right now, and we can do whatever. If that gets me really horny like I think it will, I'd like you all to watch me masturbate." David nodded, "That's pretty much what I told the others to expect. Of course, and I think I can speak for all the males present, after we watch you do that, we're probably going to need to slip outside and take care of business ourselves." Brad spoke up with a chuckle, "Hell, I don't know about you guys, but I've been hard ever since Dave invited me to join the party." That sent everyone, including me, into a laughing fit. Just as we were collecting ourselves, Shelly announced with a silly giggle, "I'm right there with the boys. I'm already wet." When everyone turned their heads to look at her, she said, "Hey, I'm just being honest. I think this whole thing is hot as fuck. How about a show of hands from everyone who isn't already horny?" No hands went up. I was amazed that my friends all just confessed to being horny just from thinking about what was going to happen. I took another deep breath and said, "Well, if I'm going to get naked, I might as well get on with it." And I pulled the string on my halter and took it off. My shorts and panties were off in one fell swoop, and I was standing in front of my five best friends wearing nothing but my shoes and socks. "Whew!" I gasped, and then I held my arms out from my sides and told them, "Okay, that's done. Now, don't be shy about looking. That's what this party is all about after all." They took me at my word. Even Shelly and Sharon spent a long time staring at me. "That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in person." Sharon said aloud. And she got plenty of agreements from the others. Mike said, "Damn, Gina, we all knew you have an awesome rack, but holy fuck! Your tits are . . ." "Fucking incredible!" Sharon finished his sentence for him. "Yeah" He agreed, "that's what I was about to say." With my arms still away from my sides, I did a slow pirouette for them, which drew many more compliments. When I was facing them again and all eyes were on my breasts, I said to the group, "You can touch them if you want, but each of you for just for a minute. I don't want this to turn into an orgy or something. Brad was the closest to me, so he was first to reach up and fondle my naked breasts. When he lingered too long though, Mike put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him away, taking his place immediately. I was already so horny I felt like masturbating right there and then, but I wanted to hold out as long as I could. I was surprised when Sharon beat David to me and began caressing my breasts. She was very skinny and almost totally flat chested. "Gawd, I'm so, so fucking jealous. If I had a pair like these, I'd want the whole world to see them. I'd become a nudist for sure." Quite to my surprise, I found having another girl's hands on me very sensual and exciting, but it drove the guys absolutely crazy. They were hooting and clapping and shouting things like "Whoa baby" and "Now that's hotter than fish grease." Mike hollered out, "Boing!" And we all laughed, knowing his meaning. When her time was up, she stepped away. David, always the gentleman, bent slightly at the waist and waved for Shelly to go ahead of him. I was surprised again when she stepped up to me and took her turn. Again, the guys went crazy and again I loved every second of it. She was fairly stocky and had nice sized breasts herself, so I took it as a high compliment when she whispered to me, "They feel incredible." When David finally did take his turn, I announced to the group, "Oh, I forgot to mention that the last in line gets a kiss. And I put my hands on David's head and pulled his mouth firmly to mine. Behind him, Shelly, said, "If I'd known that, I'd have gone last." But when everyone except David turned to look at her, she held out her palms and said, "No, I'm not one of 'those' girls, but holy shit, I would have kissed her in a heartbeat." I broke off my kiss with David and we all had a great laugh. * * * It was a warm evening, so we decided to build a fire and roast hotdogs and marshmallows over it. By the time we had the fire going good, I'd been naked for well over an hour and my pussy was so hot I could have used it to start the fire. I had just finished my second beer, and I announced that I had to pee. "Me too" Shelly said, followed by Sharon. Instead of going inside, we headed off into the woods. After peeing, we dried ourselves with leaves. Just as we were about to head back to where we'd built the fire, Shelly said, "I meant what I said before. I really wanted to kiss you." Sharon spoke up, "Me too, I just didn't have the guts to say it." I looked at them both, "Have you two . . ." "Gawd no!" Shelly gasped. "Neither of us are that way. But we would with you, or at least I know I would." I don't know what made me say what I did. Perhaps it was because I was so horny, or maybe it was the beer, but either way, I said, "Well, you're both doing me a big favor by being here . . . and no one is looking, so I'm game if you are." Shelly walked up to me, still questioning me with her eyes, so I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her to me for a full body hug and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss only lasted fifteen seconds or so, but wow! That really got my pussy throbbing. "Gawd!" I said, "That was intense." Shelly agreed, "Intense doesn't half describe it. I loved it. My pussy is dripping wet, and I don't mean from pee." And then she turned to Sharon, "Go ahead. It's incredible." So Sharon slowly walked up to me and we kissed the same way, except she found my left breast with her hand and kneaded it while we kissed. I almost came, so when we broke our kiss, I said, "Whew! Damn! You two are great kissers. I almost came." "Me too" came the reply from both of them. "We'll keep this just between us, okay?" Both eagerly agreed. * * * After we ate our hotdogs and marshmallows, I couldn't wait any longer. All of them had been staring at my body unabashedly the entire time, and I was so horny I was sure I'd faint if I didn't get myself off—and soon. "I'm so horny I'm afraid I'll burst. It's time." "Here or inside?" David asked. I thought about it for only a couple of seconds, It was dark out by then, and I was afraid they wouldn't be able to see well enough. "I think inside will be more comfortable." David and Mike doused the fire with sand and we all went inside. Brad pulled the stuffed imitation leather chair over in front of the couch. I wasted no time. I sat in the chair and slid my ass to the edge. My five best friends sat on the couch in front of me—except for Shelly, who slid to the floor directly in front of me to make more room for the guys. Then I immediately began rubbing my aching pussy. I put my fingers inside me to slicken them before picking up the pace and pressure. I forced myself to keep my eyes open. I wanted to watch their eyes while they watched me. I had a fairly substantial orgasm in less than two minutes, but I didn't stop. I knew there were two or three more to come. "Oooooo, that's number one." Shelly cooed. My second orgasm came less than two minutes later and was much more powerful. I had trouble keeping my eyes open during it, but I managed, barely. "Number two is in the books." Shelly, obviously the official score keeper, announced. It took almost five minutes for me to get to the third, but I could feel that it was going to be a great one. My hand was a blur as I got closer and closer. You could have heard a pin drop in the room if it hadn't been for the slurping sounds my slick fingers were making on the inside of my pussy lips and clit. When that one arrived, I know I screamed, but I couldn't understand what exactly. And then I felt something . . . I thought I must have peed myself, and then my world went dark. I don't know how long I was out, but when I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw my five best friends, all with stunned expressions on their faces. Finally, after what I'm sure was over a minute, Shelly said in a tone that expressed great awe, "She's a squirter." When I looked down at her, she was covered in wetness. I was mortified, "Did I pee on you? I'm so sorry." "No, it's not pee. It's cum. You squirted cum on me—a lot of cum." Gawd! I was so ashamed, all I could say was, "I'm so, so sorry." Brad spoke up, "I've heard about that, but I didn't think it was real." "Yeah, me too." Mike agreed. "I thought it was all bullshit." "Do you do that every time?" Sharon asked me. "I've . . . it's never happened before." Mike asked, "Do you always black out?" "No, I've never done that either. I'm so sorry, Shelly." "Don't worry about it. I brought extra clothes. These will wash." And then she added, much to the delight of the guys, "Actually, it tasted nice . . . very slick." I hadn't realized until hearing her say it, that I had actually squirted on her face too. * * * "Well, as badly as I hate to give up the view, I'm heading outside. I hope there aren't any bears out there." Mike announced. Shelly shocked us all by standing up and starting to pull her wet clothes off. Go outside if you want, but I need to take care of business right fucking now. You can watch or take care of yourself. I don't give a shit." "Well, if you girls don't mind . . ." And mike began removing his shorts. "I don't." Sharon said, pulling off her T-shirt. I'm with Shelly." "I can promise you I don't mind." I said. And the next thing I knew, all five of my best friends were naked and masturbating openly in front of me and each other. I guess the three cocks being stroked were all about average, although David's was a bit thicker than the other two. Shelly and Sharon were watching them with interest while they working themselves toward orgasm. Judging from the looks on their faces, I had a hunch that those were the first hard cocks either of them had ever seen in person. I knew they were my first, and I was fascinated. Likewise, it was my guess that David, Mike and Brad had never seen a naked pussy in person before mine. Shelly and Sharon had Brazilin trims just as I did, and the guys seemed absolutely fascinated by watching them masturbate, just as they had been while watching me. Brad even knelt on the floor right in front of Sharon to get a closer view. At that moment, I came to understand something. While I knew they loved looking at my body, my three male friends were thoroughly enjoying watching Shelly and Sharon as well. And my two female friends were captivated by watching the guys jack off. A question popped into my mind. Why hadn't they fooled around with each other before? Was it out of respect or was it out of shyness or fear? Whatever it was, I was glad that "my party" finally got them over it, even if not so far as getting physical with each other, at least enough to get naked and masturbate without fear of being rebuffed. To me, that was a huge positive side affect of me opening up about my own needs, and it made me proud I'd done it. * * * Surprisingly, Shelly and Sharon were the first to cum, both of them announcing it with loud moans of pleasure. But they were the last to cum as well. Both of them continued to masturbate long after the three guys had cum all over the hardwood floor in front of them. I'd never seen a boy cum, and it fascinated me to no end. I found myself getting horny again from watching it. And it must have had the same affect on Sharon and Shelly. Their most powerful orgasms came after watching all three boys cum. I loved darting my eyes back and forth from their spurting cocks to their faces. Each of their faces contorted as if they were in a great deal of pain. Of course, I knew that wasn't the case. A couple of minutes after they were all done, Shelly asked, "So, what's next?" That brought a huge round of laughter from all of us. After everyone, still totally naked, opened another beer, Sharon announced, "There's something I want to do, and I want to do it right here, right now, and I don't care what any of you think about me for wanting to do it." And having said that, she walked over to where I was sitting, "Gina, all of this never would have happened without you." Then she bent over, and gave me the same kind of kiss we'd shared out in the trees. Shelly jumped to her feet and moved toward me. "I feel the same way. Thank you so much." And she bent and gave me a long deliberate and passionate kiss. Each of the boys, their cocks all hard and twitching again from watching us girls kiss, followed suit, each giving me a deep kiss in turn. I was in heaven. I'd never felt so loved as I did in that moment. When David, the last of them stepped away from me, he said in a sincere tone, "Please don't take this wrong, but as much as I loved kissing you, seeing Sharon and Shelly do it is a thousand times better." That brought the house down with squeals from the girls and hoots and applause from the other guys. All I could think of to say was, "Well alrighty then, we'll just have to move that to the top of the menu for round two." * * * We all had been drinking beer at about the same rate, so we all had to pee at about the same time. The guys went outside, and the girls went to the bathroom inside. I was second on the toilet, and while I was peeing, Shelly shocked me by leaning over and kissing me deeply while I peed. "Wow, what was that for?" I asked her when she backed away. "No particular reason—except that I knew you couldn't get away." She responded with a giggle. I was still on the toilet, and postponed cleaning myself long enough to ask, "Really, you two have never . . .?" Both of them shook their heads, so I said, "Well, what have you been waiting for, a written invitation?" Both of their jaws dropped, and then they looked at each other. They shrugged in unison and Shelly said, "I guess it just never came up." "Well, it's up now, so what are you waiting for? You know, before the night is over, you're going to want to turn the guys on enough to watch them jack off again. I think watching girls kiss will get them in the mood really fast." Sharon said, "I don't think that's going to be a problem. Looking at your tits will provide plenty of inspiration for them. Still, I guess it couldn't hurt. I'm game." Shelly didn't wait. She grabbed Sharon by the hair and pulled her close. They kissed passionately for a very long time. During their kiss, both reached up and caressed each others breasts. While they were still kissing and fondling each other, I said, "See, it's nice isn't it?" When they broke their kiss, Shelly was the first to speak, "Fucking awesome!" "I agree." Sharon said. "Well then, now we know. We like doing it, and it drives the guys wild. It's the best of both worlds." We all laughed and agreed to use our new found play to make sure the guys had nice hard cocks to stroke for us. * * * I was sitting in the chair watching the guys clean up their mess on the floor when I started teasing at my pussy. I wasn't masturbating, just lazily playing. Mike saw what I was doing and moved over, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch. "What are you thinking?" I asked him curiously. "I'm just looking at your pussy. I've never seen one." "Oh, so you're curious about what a pussy looks like, huh?" "Uh, yes.” "Well then, it's time you see one." I spread my pussy lips and ask him, "Do you know what this is?" "Yes, it's your clitoris." Both of the other guys moved over to see as well, so I pulled my feet up onto the chair, draped my legs over the arms, and opened myself up for them, "And this?" "Your pee hole." Brad said. "Yes, you're right." "Now, if I crook my finger in this way" I said, putting a finger inside me, "and make a motion like I'm calling you over, I can feel my G-Spot. You'll know it when you find it. It's shaped kind of like an egg, and it has a course texture—like a muscle without skin over it." "Wow!" Mike exclaimed. "Can I feel it?" When I hesitated, Sharon jumped in, "You can feel mine, but you have to be at just the right angle. C'mon, I'll help you." The next thing I knew, Mike had two fingers inside Sharon and he said, "I feel it. Yes, it's like a muscle, rough with a lot of texture." Sharon leaned her head back, "Yes, just rub it like that. It feels wonderful when you do it just like that." "My turn" Brad said, but Shelly stopped him, "No, let them be. Here, you can feel mine." And she sat back on the couch and spread her legs. David showed me a pleading look, so I crooked a finger to him. I guided his fingers inside me and helped him find my G-Spot. When he found it, his eyes widened and sparkled. "Remember where it is." I admonished him, "And when you can, try to find it with your hard cock. That would feel incredible." It wasn't long before the three of us were helping the three of them rub our pussies and clits for us. All three of us came within seconds of each other. * * *  Sharon giggled. When Shelly and I looked to see why, she pointed at the three guys. Their cocks were all hard and twitching violently. She looked to me and flicked her tongue out. "Should we?" She mouthed more than whispered. I shook my head, "Later" I mouthed back. She took control of the situation. She had me and Shelly join her on the couch, and then she instructed the guys to stand in front of us and jack off. There were no complaints from them, and we watched in awe as they jacked off for us again. That time affected me no less than the first time. I was mesmerized by the site of them stroking their hard cocks and spewing their cum at our feet. * * * We all opened another beer and started talking about it all. "So, what should we do now?" Brad asked. "What would you like to do? Be honest now." Sharon asked. He responded with what I thought was an honest answer. "I didn't bring a condom. So . . ." Sharon, Shelly and I all giggled. Shelly said, "When you're ready, I'll give you a hand job—but that's as far as I'm willing to go. Of course, you have to return the favor." "Gladly." Brad answered. "Too bad you're not ready right now." Shelly giggled again, but then she added, "Here, maybe this will help." And she turned and kissed Sharon deeply, kneading her breast as she kissed her. That brought a rousing response from all three guys. "Next" I almost pleaded. And before long, the three of us girls were taking turns kissing and playing with each others tits. After five or so minutes, I got up and pulled David to his feet. I slid my fingers around his now hard cock and began gently stroking it. It was the first cock I'd ever touched, so I didn't really know what to do, but he wasn't complaining, so I just kept doing what I was doing. It wasn't long before Sharon and Shelly had a hard cock in their hands as well and they were stroking them the same way I was stroking David's. It was a very long time before David put his hand on mine, forcing my grip tighter and increasing my pace. When he started cumming, I felt like I was in heaven. The sense of power I felt was overwhelming. I didn't care that I got some of his cum on my fingers and hand. I just kept stroking him until he urged me to stop. Not long after he came, Brad and Mike came as well, with the help of Sharon and Shelly. It was all too surreal. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Not long after that, I was seated on the couch and David was playing with my pussy. He tried his best, but even with me trying to show him, he wasn't very good at it. I simply couldn't cum. Sharon and Shelly weren't having the same problem with Brad and Mike. They both came multiple times while the guys played with their pussies. Finally, both Sharon and Shelly moved to the couch on either side of me, displacing David. "You're not doing it right." And she pushed his hand aside, replacing it with her own. Sharon began kissing me and pulling and twisting my nipples while Shelly rubbed my clit after slickening her fingers by pushing them inside me. I came . . . hard. I felt myself squirt again, and then I blacked out. When I rejoined the living, I was still panting. I saw five faces staring at me with looks of total awe. Sharon reached out and gathered some of my cum from my thigh and put her finger in her mouth. When she said, "Ummm, nice." The others when wild. Shelly was next to taste my cum, and then the boys all tried some. The unanimous conclusion was that it tasted very slick and sweet, so I tried some. I agreed with them. I loved the way it tasted. "Next time, I want more." Brad said flatly. "Me too." Said Mike. Shelly collected the last of my cum and licked her fingers clean. "I'm right there with ya." David spoke up, "Careful now, Shel, you're not turning lez on us are you?" She giggled while reaching out and grabbing his semi hard cock. Then she smiled at him and said, "No way, but I have to admit, my pussy is already wet again just from tasting her cum." Surprisingly, no one commented on her admission, so I said, "Well then, I guess I'm just going to have to try to do it again—but not right now. I need some time . . . and another beer." It was almost midnight when Shelly and Sharon took it upon themselves to start things up again. They were sitting side by side on the couch and motioned for David and Brad to sit on either side of them. Their cocks had been hard or semi hard the whole time during our break. Both girls took a cock in one hand and a tit in the other. Then they started kissing each other. I was sitting in the stuffed chair, so I motioned Mike to come stand beside me to watch. When he was there, I slid my fingers around his cock and began slowly stroking it. The scene was very erotic, but I still had to giggle when the girls got so caught up in kissing and playing with each others tits, they would forget about the cocks in their hands. After about fifteen minutes, Mike put his hand over mine, and just as David had done earlier, he forced my grip tighter and increased my tempo. When he moaned, the girls stopped kissing long enough to watch him shoot his cum. There wasn't as much of it this time, but most of it landed on their legs. Of course, the last of it oozed out onto my hand and fingers. Without thinking, I stuck my tongue out and licked some off my fingers. It didn't displease me, so I cleaned my hand and fingers completely. While watching me do that, both David and Brad let out a moan and came all over themselves, and the girl's hands. Both girls followed my lead and licked their hands and fingers clean. "It tastes funny." Sharon proclaimed. Shelly added, "And it feels funny." I had to add my two cents, "I loved it. And you should have seen the look in Brad and David's eyes while I was licking it off my fingers. I think they liked watching that." "Hell yeah." David confirmed. Brad and Mike agreed. "Watching you do that got my pussy really wet." Sharon admitted. Shelly giggled, "Your pussy was already wet just like mine. Don't lie." We all laughed, and then I said, "Let's wash up and then I'll see if I can squirt again." All present made it clear they wanted to see me squirt again. * * * Sharon slid to the floor and leaned back on the couch. Shelly teased her, "You're going to get wet." "That's okay. I can see better from here, and if I catch it all on me, there'll be plenty for everyone." Shelly was sitting to one side, and the three boys were scrunched together to get a good view. No one was playing with themselves or anyone else. They were giving me their full attention, and I loved them for that. I started playing with my pussy very slowly with one hand, just teasing at it for several minutes. The fingers of my other hand were gently trailing across my nipples, after slickening them with my salvia. I wasn't in any hurry to cum. I wanted this to last. When I was ready, I slid two fingers across my pussy lips and parted them, sliding them into my pussy to slicken them. Then I began massaging myself between them, gently over my clit, and then used all fingers to massage the outside of my mound. I repeated that many times. "Gawd, that is so hot and sexy." Mike said in a low, almost reverent voice. "She is so hot and sexy." Sharon said, mimicking his tone. I tried to tell them thank you with my eyes, but none of them were looking up at my face. It wasn't long before I felt what I can only describe as a wonderful tingling. When it turned into an orgasm, it wasn't sharp or intense. It was like gentle waves rolling over my entire body. That's what most of my orgasms had been like until recently—some were more intense, but not many of them were. When it subsided, I increased my tempo and pressure. By that time, I was pulling and twisting my nipples, but not enough to be painful. It was only another five to ten minutes, I'm not sure which, until I felt another orgasm starting to build. But this one was different. I'd never felt anything like it, and it was unnerving. It grew slowly, but those first feelings, the ones that always precede my orgasms, they were intensely powerful in their own right. I knew almost instantly that I was about to have the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced. There was simply no doubt I my mind. Even before it arrived, it had me gasping for air. "I . . . almost . . . al . . . I can't . . ." I increased my tempo more and began pulling and pinching my nipples harder and then harder still, but my orgasm was still just building and building—just out of reach. I was afraid I was going to pass out. "Almost" I shouted through my panting. I couldn't help but toss my head from side to side. I was just on the verge, just on the edge. I could almost see it in front of me. "Almost . . . there." But still, it was just out of reach, teasing me, taunting me, and quite frankly, pissing me off. Sharon must have sensed that I needed a little push, so she leaned forward and quickly thrust two fingers deep inside my pussy. "Gawd . . . Oh Gawd!" I screamed as it hit me. "Oh Fucking Gawd!" I couldn't breathe, my vision went blurry. I could feel my whole body convulsing and shaking. My pussy exploded, and my world went black. * * * I could feel hands on me, loving hands, comforting hands, stroking my hair, caressing my cheeks and shoulders. I felt really, really loved, and I loved the whole world. When I managed to open my eyes, still gasping for air, I saw Sharon leaning back against the couch once again. On one side of her head, her hair was dripping wet. She was covered in my cum from her face to her thighs. I almost apologized without thinking, but her wide grin told me she didn't mind. It wasn't until my breathing calmed down that I gained the strength to scoot back in the chair and relax. "Holy Fuck!" I exclaimed. "That was . . ." "The hottest fucking thing any of us has ever seen." Mike said. Shelly added, "I can't even start to imagine what that felt like." "Me either." Sharon agreed. And then I sat there and watched the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Each in turn, my friends knelt down beside Sharon and tasted ample amounts of my cum. She giggled when Shelly licked some from her nipples. It was a very, very erotic sight to behold. At one point, Shelly gathered a healthy portion on her tongue and kissed me, showing me her tongue as she approached. "Guys!" Sharon complained when they had each repeated what Shelly had done. "I want to do that too, but you have to clean me up more first." We all laughed. Sharon finally got her turn, and she made the most of it. She almost curled my toes with her hot tongue kiss. After Shelly and Sharon took turns getting each other off, the three of us gave the boys a hand. Then we cleaned the floor one last time, spread out our sleeping bags, and all slept together, hugging the one nearest us.  The End.

Vera and Michelle by Tester86  Chapter 1 Hi. I suppose the best way to start my story is by introducing myself. My name is Vera Wright and until recently I was the manager of an Abercrombie and Fitch store at the mall near where I used to live. Shit, that doesn't make any sense to you, does it? I guess I need to tell you that story so that you'll understand how I got to be where I am now. It was about a month ago when a middle-aged woman came into my store with an obviously embarrassed younger woman in tow. I remember not really paying any attention to them; ask anyone in retail, customers are notoriously boring and typically rude and they don't really want you around anyway.  When the woman shouted, "Get over here," I lifted my eyes from the clothing I was returning to the racks from the dressing rooms to see what was happening. That was when I first noticed them, I mean really noticed them. The younger woman whose name turned out to be Kimberly Turner was wearing a tiny wisp of a dress that accentuated her lovely figure. I could see the swell of her breasts and the gentle slope of her ass. And that dress was short. It ended barely two inches from the apex of her sexy thighs. With how small the dress was, and the color bright enough to light Manhattan, Kim stood out. I opened my mouth to say something, closed it, and opened my mouth again, ultimately doing a fairly good pantomime of a fish. I stepped from behind the clothes rack, took one step towards them and stopped. My eyes were wide and instead of approaching them, I merely stood there and watched the show. Not very mature and definitely not the actions of a manager, but I couldn't tear my eyes away or force myself to intervene. "Try this on," the woman said holding a small denim skirt in her manicured hands. It was the first thing I remembered clearly, her hands were neat and tidy and painted in a perfect French Manicure. Kim's hands were trembling as she took the skirt and spun to her right. I could tell she was looking for the dressing rooms that I had just vacated minutes before. "Again?" Both Kim and I were perplexed by that. I was certain that my face looked the same as Kim's. Well, except for the color maybe; mine was not burning. Kim spoke something then but it was so quiet, so subdued, that I could not hear it. "Did I say go to the changing room? No. I said, try it on. Here. Now!" I watched as Kim hung her head in defeat. It was obvious to me that the pretty young woman was not happy and did not want to obey. Still, I watched Kim pull the tiny skirt up her legs and fasten it around her waist over her fluorescent dress.  I stepped towards the register, hoping to get a better look as Kim pulled her dress free from the skirt, revealing how small the skirt truly was. I wondered how much longer the show would continue. In my mind I could see myself obeying the forceful woman, donning revealing clothing as Kim was being made to do. Would as many people look at me as were looking at the shame-faced and nearly tearful woman? I doubted it. "Turn around and bend over." The skirt, too short already, slid up her legs as she obeyed. The skirt rose higher, revealing the thin line of Kim's pussy to me and the other shoppers; it was apparent to all that Kim was not wearing panties. Kim's naked ass slid into view as she held her humiliating pose. I pondered taking her place and felt myself grow wet at the thought. I watched Kim tremble when the other women spoke, "Spread." Her voice was hard; it was a tone that demanded obedience. Around me, the shoppers had all stopped to watch the lurid display. When Kim had entered, conversations were happening; clothes were being taken from racks and put back and silence was a thing of imagination. Now, the only thing that could be heard was the milling of shoppers beyond the doors of the store as they continued their days oblivious of the show taking place just beyond the main hallway of the mall. From the register, I watched the blushing woman inch her legs apart, her knees slipping outward. She remained bent at the waist and I watched fascinated and jealous as her pussy opened and became even more evident. I could see Kim's sex peeking from between her parted thighs and once again I longed to take her place. Would people stare at me as they were staring at the shamed teacher? I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the rise of a comfortable ache that would soon need sating. Glancing around, I could see the customers still staring at the blushing woman bent with her legs spread wantonly. To my left, one of my co-workers, Tina Caldwell, stood with her mouth agape and her eyes wide. Like me, she definitely wore the expression of a fish. Behind her, wearing a bemused smile stood the third member of our shift, Michelle Hayden. She looked beautiful; she had the clearest blue eyes, the kind of eyes that men actually spoke to. Michelle... no, now is not the time to talk about Michelle. That will come soon enough. "Stand up, you slut," the woman (Sharon was her name) said to Kim. I have never seen anyone move as fast as Kim did as she stood and slammed her legs together. I watched as she lowered her dress and shimmied free of the skirt as Sharon had commanded.  Sharon grabbed some more clothes from the rack and after a quick conversation that made Kim's face flash with even more color, she ordered Kim to wait by the door. Now, the patrons started to move and speak and fragments of their conversations drifted to me. Words like "slut" and "whore" and "shameless", to me, all really said the same thing, "Did you see her? " The woman approached me, her hands full of clothes. She was grinning; it was a look that seemed to be a combination of victory, hatred and power. I imagined the grin of a cat that had not only eaten one mouse, but also had a second struggling between its paws; that was the look that adorned Sharon's face. "What was that?" I asked even though I wanted to ask so much more. "She's a little show-off," Sharon said me as I rang up her purchase.  "She gets off on it and she finds it more exciting if she doesn't know what's going to happen. I'm just helping her out." I knew it was a lie. The look on Kim's face more than proved that she was not there willingly and the look on Sharon's face was one of malice; there was no compassion there. She was not helping a friend. But, would she do the same for me? Would she help me be seen as she was helping Kimberly? My mind was racing. Uncertain if she'd agree, I handed Sharon a business card. "If you want, I am the weekday manager and I could use a mannequin." Did it sound as lame to Sharon as it did to me? I needed a way to get her back if she was going to help me. I raised my eyebrows as if to beg her to say yes. Sharon looked at both sides of my card and said, "I think, Vera," she spoke my name for the first time, "we can work something out." I didn't realize how tense I felt until Sharon agreed to come back. I exhaled, hoping it did not sound as loud to Sharon as it did to me. "Excellent," I gushed my words. I felt like a teenage boy feeling my first willing breast, "I look forward to it. I gave you a discount for the show." Sharon chuckled at that, though I am not sure why. She asked for another card and when I gave it to her she wrote her name and number on it for me.  "Call me and we'll schedule something," Sharon said to me. She gathered the two bags of clothes and left the store with Kimberly Turner in tow. Tina crossed the store and stood by my side. "What was that?" She asked me as Sharon and Kim disappeared into the mall. I tucked the business card with Sharon's number on it into the pocket of my jeans. "I have no idea." I was lost in thought. It seemed to me that Kimberly was obeying Sharon against her will; her look and mannerisms were those of someone not there willingly. How had Sharon managed that? Would Sharon expose me to others as she was exposing Kim? Would Sharon help me be seen, make me as visible as she had made Kimberly? I looked at Tina, "Cover for me." The rising need in my pussy was speaking to me now and I needed to answer the call. Not waiting for Tina to respond, I ducked into the back of the store and darted into the small employee bathroom. My jeans were unfastened even before I locked the door. I slipped my jeans down to my knees and shoved my hand into my panties. My fingers found my clit, hard and swollen. I rubbed it, pressed my fingers against it and with thoughts of being visible racing in my mind, I came. I bit my lower lip to suppress my moans. Shaking in post-orgasmic bliss and trembling with thoughts of Sharon, I pulled myself together and made my way back to work. The rest of the afternoon, I found it hard to concentrate. Thoughts of Kim and Sharon and what Sharon would make me do were more than enough to keep my mind occupied. Both Tina and Michelle commented that I seemed distant but they were polite when I explained that my thoughts were elsewhere. If either of them suspected that my distraction was due to the display earlier they didn't say. It was nice that they noticed my distraction. I finished my shift, clocked out and drove home. As I always do after work, I took a leisurely shower. Afterwards, standing before the full-length mirror I stared at myself, trying to see me as others saw me.  My mother was Hungarian and as such my skin had a darkness to it that made me seem tan all the time, even if I hadn't been to the beach in months. I am not very tall; barely five feet and I often wondered if my height amplified my feeling of invisibility. No, that's not true, my height had nothing to do with it; it was my childhood. Both my hair and eyes were brown and my nose was small and cute; to me I looked plain. I have nice breasts, I thought, not overly large, but not small either. My best feature, though, was my butt; round and firm, taut and smooth. I made dinner and after watching a little bit of mindless television I went to bed. The ministrations of my favorite on screen characters could not distract me from the thoughts of Kim. She had taken everything Sharon had dished out without complaining and I was jealous of her for that. I wanted what she had and needed to find a way to make that happen. Lying in bed, Kim's humiliating display ran through across my thoughts incessantly. I wanted to join her; I wanted to be seen. "Look at me, daddy." The memory returned with such fury that I drew in a surprised breath. Look at me. Sleep overtook me and dreams formed of memories danced behind my eyes. When I awoke, the sun barely born on that fresh day, my first thought was of Kim's display. I took a shower and pawed through my clothes. I would wear something revealing as Kim had done, something to make me stand out. I knew it wouldn't do any good; seldom could I force myself to be as naked as she had been and when I did, what came of it? Nothing. Nobody seemed to really notice me. Maybe I really was invisible. Look at me. I grabbed a tiny skirt. It was white and pleated and ended just below the swell of my ass. I slid it up my legs and smoothed the fabric over my butt. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw that the skirt was shorter than Kim's dress had been. Maybe I would be noticed wearing it. I found a T-shirt that read "Abercrombie's" and donned it. Advertising for the store was always acceptable. I looked younger than my twenty-three years in my short skirt and T-shirt and I made up my face to amplify my youth. I drove to work, stopping at McDonald's for breakfast on my way. I ate in the car and arrived as Michelle was opening the register, preparing for the day. "Nice outfit," she said. I think she was being polite, but it was nice that she noticed. "Thank you," I said, my voice was barely a whisper. I spun around, flaring out my skirt and Michelle laughed. "Even nicer." I remember the way she looked at me then. Her eyes were wide and a small smile was playing at the corner of her mouth. What was she thinking? Was she mocking me? I didn't think so, but truthfully I was not sure. When she spoke again, her voice was playful, "I like knowing you aren't wearing panties." She grinned and then looked at her wrist, "Time to open." What did she mean by that? Was she hitting on me or was she simply toying? Her boyfriend had been in a couple of times, so I really did not think she was trying to pique my interest in her, so she had to be playing with me. If she hadn't sound so friendly, I'd have thought that she was being cruel. Still, her tone had been kind. Shit! Why was my mind so addled?  The day progressed and only twice was my attire mentioned. Both times it was Michelle that commented. The first was right before lunch. Michelle came up behind me and whispered in my left ear, her voice was full of heat, "My panties are wet, are yours?" She knew I wasn't wearing any, of course, so what did that question mean? The second time was as Michelle was ending her shift; I still had an hour left in mine. Michelle pulled me into the back by grabbing my hand in hers. Her hand was soft and warm but the strength in her tug still took me by surprise. She spun me around and pressed my back against the cold concrete wall. She leaned into me; the delicious smell of her perfume was so heavy I could almost taste it. She raised my hands and placed a small pile of fabric in them. Her panties and as she had stated, they were wet. "I want to see you in these." And with that she kissed me, full on the lips, her tongue prying against my closed mouth. She stepped back, tilted her head and took in the look of shock, confusion and uncertainty that creased my face. She laughed then, a warm sound and the smile that crossed her face was so genuine that I was almost convinced she was not being mean. I nodded at her, acknowledging that I would wear her panties. "Monday," she said. I nodded again, trembling and confused. Michelle kissed me again, quick and firm. She spun away and as quickly as the conversation had begun it was over. Conversation? Hell, I hadn't said a damn thing. And that was my workday. I wore two tiny pieces of clothing, no panties and no bra and the only person to comment was Michelle. Nobody else seemed to even notice that my nipples were visible through my T-shirt, nor did anyone realize how close my naked pussy was to being seen. But, no, I would have to be seen as a whole before pieces of me would be noticed. I went home, alone as always, to my small, one bedroom apartment. I put Michelle's panties on my nightstand as I slipped off my skirt and shirt. They had dried out during my last hour of the day. They were small, a light-blue thong with lace trim adorning the waistband. I looked at them, picturing Michelle removing them before slipping her jeans back on. Not realizing what I was doing, I picked them up and pulled them to my face. I sniffed them, pulling in the combined smell of Michelle's sex and her floral perfume. What was I doing? I shook my head, returned the panties to the nightstand and then took a shower, washing the day away. Saturday arrived and work was dull. Michelle had the weekend off and I had to admit I wanted to see her and I wanted to hear what she had to say and damn it, I wanted to smell her, too.  What was wrong with me that the first time someone notices me I can't get them out of my head? Was I that desperate to be seen by someone that I would give myself to them as soon as they saw me? Was a kind word, not forced and a firm kiss enough to capture me? I realized that it probably was. How weak did that make me? Nobody noticed me during the day. Sharon surprised me by dropping by that afternoon. I hadn't really expected to see her again. I had been in the back folding clothes when Diane, one of the two high-school students who worked weekends approached me and told me that a woman was asking for me. Diane left me to finish folding the shirt I was working on. I set it down and went into the store. There, out by the door stood Sharon. I approached her, "Hi. Are you here to take me up on my offer?" I said while thinking, ‘Are you here to help me be seen?' And what about Michelle? Sharon nodded her agreement. "Yes, I am. How about Monday nights; it seems my slave has Monday nights free and would love to be your mannequin." I remember how she paused before she said slave as if she was deciding if she should reveal the nature of their relationship to me. Thinking back, I realize I already knew. "Wonderful," I said, not doing a good job of keeping the excitement out of my voice, "what time?" "Six O'clock." "Great. I'll see you both then." We shook hands then. Sharon with her perfectly manicured fingernails and me with my body shaking. Sharon pulled her hand free, flashed a smile like she had just won a battle and left me standing there wondering about Monday when Michelle worked with me and about what pose I'd put Kim in. No, that's not true, I knew exactly what I'd be doing with Kim, I had imagined myself doing the exact same thing. Sunday came and went with me never leaving my apartment. I never claimed to be exciting. Monday turned out to be an interesting day. I woke early, as I always do. I don't know why and have never given any thought as to why I am a morning person. Some people don't do well when they first get up; they need their coffee or time to unwind from a hard night of sleeping. Me, as soon as the alarm goes off, I am up and ready to face my day. Most days, today included, I am up before the alarm. Today, I was anxious with good reason. One, Kimberly was going to live one of my fantasies. And, two, I was going to wear Michelle's panties and see what she thought of that. Truthfully, I can't tell you which one I was looking forward to the most. I showered and made up my face for the day. I looked through my closet, trying to find the perfect outfit for Michelle. I decided on tight jeans, ones that I thought made my ass look great. I grabbed Michelle's panties from my nightstand where they had sat unwashed since I had sniffed them on Friday. I sniffed them again; frowning that they were much less fragrant. With a grin, I slid them up my legs, feeling them cup my pussy and part the folds of my ass. I donned the jeans, running my hand over them with satisfaction. Dressed from the waist down, I grabbed a gray blouse that buttoned up the front. I donned the blouse, buttoned the buttons, but left the top three undone so that just a hint of cleavage was visible. I truly wanted Michelle to like what she would see. Look at me. I left for work early knowing that Michelle would already be there as she started an hour before I did. She was at the register when I walked in. She looked beautiful; she was wearing a knee-length floral skirt with a white blouse through which I could see the outline of her bra. She glanced at me, smiled without showing her teeth, and then glanced at the steel chain door that blocked the store from the mall proper. With the grate down, we had the store to ourselves. She crossed over to me and without speaking; she just tilted her head and raised her eyebrows with her smile never leaving her face, she asked if I was wearing her panties. Swallowing heavily, afraid my voice was going to crack, I simply nodded. How many conversations were we going to have without me speaking? "Show me." I trembled at her words; they nearly mirrored my own. I looked into her amazing eyes and gripped the button that held my jeans together. Not thinking, oblivious to my surroundings, I unfastened the pants and slid them down my legs to my knees, revealing her panties caressing me, enveloping me, hugging me. Michelle said nothing, she just stepped forward and as she had done Friday afternoon, she kissed me. Her hands cupped my face and pulled me to her. Her lips, soft and inviting, pressed against mine. Her tongue slid against my lips and I felt my mouth open to her probing. My knees unlocked and I shook slightly before regaining my posture. Our tongues met and I moaned softly. Michelle broke our kiss and whispered in my ear, "Give me my panties." I nodded again. Speak, why can't I speak? I stepped free of my jeans, then I gripped the hem of the blue fabric with my fingers and slid Michelle's panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and held them to her. I stammered as I spoke, as I finally spoke, "Here." Michelle, her smile never faltering, took them from me. She held them open and I could only watch in surprise as she stepped into them and slid them up her legs. She adjusted them around her hips and then raised her skirt to show them to me. "Thank you," she said. I smiled at her. She glanced at her watch and said, "Well, it's time to open the store." I knew she was playing with me and I knew, just knew that it wasn't cruel or malicious. I was not sure why she was playing with me, was it a game for her, too? I didn't really want to know, just as long as she kept playing. Our shift began and before I knew it Michelle's day was over. Her landlord had called and explained how he had found a broken window at her apartment and so Michelle had to leave to take care of her home. I hate to admit it, but I was disappointed that she was leaving so soon. She left quickly, not paying any attention to me and I found myself saddened by that. Michelle had an emergency and I felt rejected. What was wrong with me? I knew the answer to that one: I was invisible. After lunch we were short staffed. It was just after four when I remember that Sharon would be bringing Kim to work as a mannequin today. A smile crossed my lips, the first one since Michelle had donned her panties this morning. I finally had something to look forward to.  I knew just the pose I'd put her in; I'd imagined myself in the same position before. It was ten minutes past six when I spotted them. Sharon was dressed in a smart business suit but it was Kim that I noticed. Her white blouse was simple and her skirt was so short, so revealing, that even from across the store I could see the creases of Kim's ass; her skirt barely covered her pussy as she stood and I'd wager that it would be visible if she were walking.  Kim's face was red and her eyes were puffy and I had to wonder if she'd been crying.  Could she not see how exciting it was to be visible to others? I approached the couple. "Hi. I am so happy to see you." I shook Sharon's hand. Kim's head remained bowed. Sharon snapped out her orders to me and threats to Kimberly. The woman was strong willed and confident and from her tone and mannerisms she knew she would be obeyed. "You have my number, Vera," she said to me. She turned then, looked at Kim with her eyes full of malice and said, "Don't make her use it." She spun away from Kim and I and left the store; leaving Kim to live out my fantasies. Make me do this; I wanted to shout out to Sharon. "Follow me." I led Kim to the back of the store where boxes of merchandise sat waiting to be checked in and put on display. "Take off your clothes and put them in there," I commanded, pointing to the employee bathroom. It didn't feel right ordering this scared young woman around. Her eyes were wide and she seemed agitated and stressed. Sharon had something on her, the comment about her being homeless confirmed that, but she was not fleeing. Did she have to do this and did she want to? I exhaled unhappily, thought about Michelle and then just shook my head. I watched as Kim removed her blouse, pulling it over her head. She unfastened her skirt and stepped free from the black cloth. Kim carried them into the bathroom and returned, naked save for her shoes "Wait here," I commanded. I did not want to be the forceful one. Oh well, if I could not live out my fantasy first hand, I'd enjoy it from afar. I darted into the store, found the two shirts I had set behind the counter in anticipation of this encounter and then made my way back to the scared and blushing woman cowering with her hands doing a poor job of concealing her nude body. I looked at her and wondered if she was looking at me. Handing Kim the shirts I said, "You'll hold one in each hand." I instructed her not to drop them, no need getting the store's merchandise dirty, and then when she nodded her understanding I instructed her to follow me into the store. I stepped into the store and paused. Turning back I said, "Hurry, it's not busy now." That got her moving. She followed me; head bowed and face red through the store. She was naked and scared, but she was moving. She inched across the store, ducking behind racks, trying to keep her body hid and I found it amusing. Kim made her way to me as I stood at the bay window that served as the main display for the store. I pointed to the chair I had placed in the window, facing the mall, and said to the obviously embarrassed woman, "Sit in the chair and hold the two shirts in your hands, one in each. Look at one of the shirts and don't move. People walking by will think you're a mannequin." Next to the chair was a large sign I had drawn that read "Decisions, Decisions." I could feel how wet I was as I watched Kim stare at the seat where I wished I was sitting wearing what I wanted to be wearing. How strange am I? She's naked and humiliated and I would gladly take her place if it meant a chance to be seen. I let her know she'd be okay if she remained still and then with my pussy commanding me as I was ruling Kim, I threatened her. With my words, Kim climbed into the chair, clamped her knees together, and held the shirts out as if she was contemplating which to wear. I clenched my own thighs as my pussy hummed with need at Kim's display. I turned my back on the trembling woman and raced into the employee bathroom. I couldn't take another second; I could feel my pulse beating in my pussy. Shutting the door, my hand slipped my jeans over my hips and within moments, my sex rubbing against my stroking fingers, I came, biting my lower lip to stifle the noise. I could picture Kim sitting naked in the window, struggling to remain still as countless shoppers walked by oblivious to her distress. I wondered what it would be like to be there, in her place. Would my legs be clamped together or would I part them? I knew the answer to that question; my legs would be spread. Or, better still, what if the decision was not mine to make? That thought fueled a second orgasm. My whole body was alive, my mouth was dry and goose bumps covered my arms. Arousal fueled my actions. I grabbed my phone and dialed Sharon's number. She answered curtly on the second ring. Not thinking, acting strictly on desire with my fingers still toying with my wet and swollen sex, I hurriedly made my request. "Are you sure?" I heard the confusion in Sharon's voice. Was I sure? No? Yes? Was I being rational? What would Michelle think? All these questions raced through my mind but still I whispered, "Yes." Her words were slow and I wondered if she'd turn me down. "We'll talk about it after I take Kimmie home." Her words were vague and I just knew she'd turn me down. Why did taking risks always seem to end poorly? Sharon hung up the phone and I straightened my clothing. I entered the store shaking and sated and made my way to Kim. I told her she was doing well even if her face was burning bright enough to lead Santa's mythical sleigh. I continued working, distracted by thoughts of Kim and Sharon and Michelle. Too much was happening for me to take it all in; I was confused by it all. Sharon appeared right before the mall closed. I was shaking as she approached me. What would she say? Was she going to reject me or help me to be seen; lift the curse of invisibility that seemed to haunt me for years? She looked at me; her eyes seeming to smile and told me to get Kim dressed. Disappointment flashed across my face. I pulled Kim from her window display and took her back to her clothes. She got dressed; visibly relieved to be wearing even the tiny outfit she wore. With Kim standing next to Sharon, her head hung in shame, Sharon spoke to me. "I'll be back in an hour. You'll be here, right?" She made it sound like a question, but I was certain that it was an order. I nodded. An hour later, with the mall closed and only few people left behind to clean the stores and stock the shelves for the next day, Sharon returned. Her face was a blank sheet; I could read nothing of what she was thinking. Still, she was here. That had to count for something. When she spoke, her voice held that same tone of confidence.  "This will be the last time I ask this. Are you sure?" All my life. "I am." Sharon explained her concerns, that I would disobey her if she didn't have something on me that I would not want to be revealed, some secret that I kept guarded. I was shocked that she thought she would need something like that. Didn't she see how badly I needed this? Still, I capitulated. "Okay." "Call me Miss Reed." "Okay, Miss Reed," I said, "I already know what it'll be; I just have to get it for you." "Then I'll see you tomorrow. All of you." I smiled at her words, catching their meaning. She had accepted my offer. That night, I didn't sleep. Vera and Michelle by Tester86  Chapter 2 Hospitals are cold, unhappy places. When Vera asked me to write this, to put to paper what led her and me to this place where each passing moment I felt my pulse race with dread for fear that the hateful monitor above Vera's head would sound an alarm indicating that her fragile heart had finally stopped, I almost declined. The look of her swollen and battered face made my aching heart hurt all the more and I simply could not refuse. I could not refuse my Vera. Does that sound possessive? Well, I suppose it does, but in all honesty she is mine as I am hers. Together we are a more whole person than either of us had been separately. But, I am getting ahead of myself and so, as Vera had done when she started writing, I will do the same; I'll backtrack and fill you in and with luck you'll understand why tears are staining this paper as I struggle to place the words that seem to blur my vision behind walls of tears and choke my throat with sobs. I met Vera on a Tuesday. I had been hired the day before by the regional manager of Abercrombie and Fitch's, a man named Curtis Kinsinton. He hired me and that was the last I saw of him until he fired Vera. Okay, I guess I need to go back a bit more. Like I said (or is it wrote?), I met Vera on a Tuesday where she introduced herself with a weak handshake and a very warm smile. She had large brown eyes that to me look like they'd seen a life time of pain even though she was maybe a year or two older than my twenty-four years of age. She never seemed to hold your gaze for long; she always looked away or cast her eyes down when she caught you looking at her. But, what I remember about her most, what sticks with me now with the sun setting and darkening the sky outside her hospital window, was her smile. She was always quick to offer a smile that seemed to light up her soft face. I guess the best way to describe Vera is to say that she's beautiful. We worked well together; I had weekends off so I was only able to work with her four days a week, but when we did, we clicked. She had her way of running the store and was confident enough doing it that we never seemed to have any real problems. We spoke often but never about anything that could be considered meaningful; she defiantly kept her feelings to herself. Her smile, however, was ever present. Tina, another woman that we worked with told me once that she thought Vera was distant and I think that that might be a tad inaccurate. I think she kept herself hidden, pulled into herself like a turtle escapes into its shell. Withdrawn is how I would have described her. We each had our separate lives; Vera would leave for the day and come in the next and do her job and retreat again when the day was done. Her face would light up with a smile and then she'd move on and just as quickly be working on something else. I dated a few men, but only one is important to this story and so I guess I'll introduce him now; his name is Carl Jordan. The reason he is important is because he broke into my apartment during a time when Vera was behaving strangely and coming to work wearing a lot less than normal and it was at this time that she and I started playing with each other. It was our beginning, you could say. Our playing began when a woman came into a store with another woman following her like a submissive little plaything, blushing heavily wearing the brightest green dress I had ever seen in my life. The younger woman obeyed the humiliating commands of the other and I could only watch the scene unfold. The young woman bent over while wearing one of the shortest skirts we sold but what I found interesting, what brought a smile to my face was how Vera inched over to the register to get a better look at the humiliating display. I watched Vera's face, trying to read what she was thinking. She did not look disgusted and to my surprise she did not stop the display; to me, she looked fascinated and envious. I watched Vera and the older woman speaking, Vera rang up the sale and I watched Vera take the woman's number. Almost as soon as the two women left, Vera raced into the back and when she returned, her face flush and her eyes half-closed, I knew what she had done. The young woman's exposure had aroused Vera to the point where she had had to reduce her need. It was surprising and delicious and for the rest of the day Vera had been lost in thought. The next day Vera surprised me again. She arrived an hour after I did and when she appeared she was wearing an Abercrombie's T-shirt and a very short, pleated shirt. "Nice outfit," I said to her in all seriousness. She looked great in it and my compliment made her smile so brightly her face seemed to glow. She thanked me with a tiny voice and then spun around in a rapid pirouette that caused her white skirt to flare out around her like an umbrella opening to block the rain. I could see her; all of her. Her firm ass and smooth thighs followed by her pussy and mound covered in a light brushing of dark hair.  I laughed at her then; it was not full of malice but surprise and delight. Vera was a fascinating woman that seemed to be slowly coming to terms with a new found fetish. "Even nicer," I said with my blue eyes wide. "I like knowing you aren't wearing panties." I looked at my watch, "time to open." The confusion on her face made her look even cuter than normal. Like I said, delicious. At lunch, while Vera was straightening clothing on the display racks I snuck up behind her and whispered throatily in her ear, "My panties are wet, are yours?" The thing is my panties were wet. Thinking of Vera being nearly exposed, of having her naked sex just inches from being revealed to the world, made my own pussy damp. It was exciting and a secret we shared; only she and I knew how close she was to being seen by others. I couldn't help but wonder what it would take to have her remove her skirt. The thought made my pussy clench. My day ended and before I left I had to act. I snuck into the restroom and removed my damp panties. I wanted to give them to Vera, I wanted to see her in them and then I wanted to take them from her. I wondered if she'd play along; I hoped she would. I grabbed her, pulled her into the back of the store by her soft hand. I spun her around, taking control of her before she could resist. I pushed her back against the stone wall and placed my panties in her hand. "I want to see you in these." My voice was firm. Then, before she could speak I kissed her. I wasn't thinking, I just acted. I pressed my lips against hers and probed her clenched mouth with my tongue. She resisted my kiss; it was so cute and coy and expected that I couldn't help but laugh with her like an old friend sharing a joke. Vera nodded at me; the shocked look on her face made me think she could do nothing more. "Monday," I commanded and shook slightly at the power I held over this woman as she nodded again. I kissed her again and without waiting for her to consider what had happened; I left the store, my panties still clutched tightly in Vera's hands. I spent the weekend with Carl and after our forth fight in as many weeks I felt that our relationship was ending. Thoughts of Vera made that seem like a good thing and when he stormed out screaming at me, I was glad to see him go. Monday arrived and stepping from the shower I could only think of Vera. Would she be wearing my panties? I was so certain that she would be wearing them that when I dressed, donning a medium-length floral skirt, I neglected to don panties. I'd be putting mine on soon enough, or so I hoped. Deciding to play the flirt I donned a dark bra and wore the thinnest blouse I owned. My bra was visible as was the shape of my breasts. I hoped Vera liked the view. She arrived an hour after I did. Vera was dressed in jeans, which surprised me. I thought she'd wear something more revealing. The thought that she was not wearing my panties as I had asked crossed my mind. I walked to her, tilted my head and with a wide smile I raised my eyebrows. Well, the look asked? She swallowed and nodded. "Show me." She did not hesitate. I watched as Vera unfastened her jeans and tugged them down her thighs to her knees to stand before me, my panties cupping her sex. Both my and Vera's nipples were hard. I stepped closer and kissed her again. It was soft and warm and my eyes shut as other senses overwhelmed me. I could smell the soap Vera bathed with and I could feel her tremble slightly. My hands cupped her tender face. My tongue pressed forward and this time her mouth opened to mine. Our tongues met and we both moaned. I wanted to continue, wanted to postpone the day and pull Vera into the back where I was certain she would go, but there was no time. The way she trembled in my hands made me think she wanted the same thing. I pulled away, smiled and whispered in her ear, "Give me my panties." Vera nodded and in the middle of the store with the air conditioning running and various early mall walkers pacing the halls outside the store, Vera pulled off her jeans and stepped free of my panties. She held them out to me and croaked out a small, "here." She seemed so frail and looked so sexy; an intoxicating combination. I took them from her small hand. I stepped into them, pulled them up my legs and adjusted them on my hips. Standing next to Vera, seeing her look so inviting and scared with her jeans lying in a pile next to her, her pussy bared to me, I pulled my skirt up to show her the panties as they cupped my sex. "Thank you," I smiled at her. I looked at my wrist and announced it was time to open the store. I was playing with her. Before she could say anything I crossed the store and opened the grate. I had to smile as Vera picked up her jeans and raced into the back to put them on. Two hours later I had to leave work. My landlord called and told me that I had a broken window at my apartment. Vera was working with a customer so I didn't get to say goodbye. I hastened home to find that I had more than a broken window. The window to my bedroom had been broken and when I arrived home, my landlord was already there fixing the break. The problem was that the inside of my apartment had been ransacked. Pots and pans were lying in a pile in the kitchen, my laptop was open on the floor with the screen broken and the dresser and closets were empty; all my clothes were strewn all over the bedroom. The worst part; the violation that shocked me the most was the word written in soap on the bathroom mirror. BITCH. Below the mirror, in the sink with the stopper in place to prevent the loss of his parting gift was a pool of semen. With that, I knew what had happened. Carl had broken in and with fury and rage he destroyed my home. No tears came then, only icy hate. I called the police and waited outside with the landlord, watching him replace my broken window, until they arrived. The police were polite and apologetic and I answered their questions, even the ones that made it sound like I deserved this. Were all policemen so jaded? I suppose, in their job, they had to be. They took pictures and one detective donned latex gloves and collected a sample of Carl's sperm. My landlord apologized to me but I brushed him aside. I made my way into my home and began the long clean-up, starting with the bathroom sink. That night, I did cry. Another relationship broken and ended, gone the way of all things. Nothing lasted. It was the seventh relationship in five months that had started passionately and had ended quickly. Nothing I said or did was enough to keep the men in my life around for long. Was I always at fault? I think so. Relationships that start out strong seem to end with the same blinding force. I wondered about my faults, trying to think of why my relationships never lasted. I was the kind of girl men wanted, right? I liked sex and to a man, I put out on the first date. I shared what I had and still it wasn't enough. Was I too easy? These thoughts kept me awake until long after the sun had set and the moon had risen on a miserable, tearful night. Another relationship down even if I had known it was coming. Was the fact that Carl and I were ending the catalyst for my playing with Vera? She was beautiful and I was enjoying playing with her and with the way her mouth opened to me the last time we kissed I was certain that she'd play with me, but the reasons bothered me. If I started a relationship with Vera was it because I didn't want to be alone and I knew that Carl was a thing of the past? If Vera and I became a couple and things worked out would that justify less than pure motives? Damn it. And the tears came again.  Alone in the night was always difficult for me. I didn't like being alone and so when a man came along I spread my legs to get him to spend the night. Did that make me a slut or just needy and did it really matter? I knew it wouldn't work with Carl after that first night; he stayed because he knew he'd have sex. His motives with me made me question my motives with Vera. Damn it. The morning came and I awoke feeling tired and sore. My arms were stiff and my back was aching. It was going to be a long day.  I had to take the day off to take care of insurance with the break-in and to go to the police station; Carl had confessed to breaking in and had spent the night in jail and I had to take care of that. Would I press charges? Probably not if he agreed to replace my computer. It was a long day full of hurtful chores. The only bright spot was Vera. I couldn't get her out of my mind.  She was petite and pretty with innocent eyes and a subdued demeanor that made me want to play with her like a doll.  Was she thinking of me as I was thinking of her and why was I so enraptured? Was it because I was alone? That waking up with only the sun made me desperate for companionship of any kind even if after just one night? I hoped not; I had never had such feelings for another woman. That had to be worth something, right? Damn it.  The day ended and I got a good night sleep, the past day weighing on me better than a Valium. With a smile, I awoke Wednesday morning with thoughts of Vera running behind my slowly waking eyes. I made some coffee, watching as the morning blossomed with sunlight and life. Breakfast was an energy bar and while eating I wondered what to wear to see Vera. Where did these thoughts come from? Why was I so smitten? I dug though my clothes, searching for what to wear and decided on a yellow floral dress that looked feminine and soft. I hoped Vera would like it. Funny, I found myself dressing for her and had the thoughts of her undressing for me. Maybe we should be a couple. The day, however, was different than I had planned. Vera was acting strangely. She arrived an hour after I did, wearing the thinnest dress you could imagine. From across the brightly lit store I watched her walk in from the back. Her eyes were shining as if she had a secret that would make her explode if she didn't reveal it. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened the day before to cause her to, well, strut in with more confidence than I had ever seen her display. Her lovely breasts bounced unhindered behind the blue fabric of her short dress; there couldn't be more than two or three inches of fabric concealing her pantiless pussy. You could tell she wasn't wearing panties, the dress was that tight. I walked up to her and smiled. "I like," I said. I really did. She looked at me, her eyes as bright as the sun and thanked me before moving on to other things. Something was distracting her and damn it, I wanted it to be me. I watched her through the day, confused by her actions and hurt that she wasn't paying attention to me. How weak did that make me? I don't care, I'm just telling the truth here. That afternoon I got an answer that surprised me and made tears bubble in my eyes that it took a few minutes to get under control. The woman from the other day, the one that had dragged the woman in the green dress in to the store, approached Vera and I could see the look of happiness that appeared on Vera's face. So, that was it. I was too late; Vera would undress for this woman that she barely knew instead of me. Why did that hurt me so much? It wasn't like we had really been close; comfortable together, yes, but not close. It wasn't until recently that I thought of her more. Damn it. How many times am I going to write that? Vera spoke to Sharon (I found out her name later, and as I know it now I will include it here) and then approached me and spoke so fast the words seemed to be tripping from her mouth, "Cover for me a moment." That was it; she didn't wait for me to respond, she just darted into the back leaving me standing mouth agape at her departure. Vera returned to Sharon's side and though I couldn't hear them, what Vera did next stunned me mute. She approached me, her brown eyes shining, not caring who was watching and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, revealing the softness of her lovely breasts. I saw a small freckle next to her right nipple and I wanted to kiss it. I was so shocked I almost didn't realize she had asked if her breasts were too small. Honestly, they were perfect. "No." It was all I could say. She grinned and pulled her dress back up before returning to Sharon's side. Still shocked and disappointed that it wasn't me that was making Vera do these things I watched as she stepped into the mall and pulled her dress down a second time. Whatever I knew about Vera, at that moment, was replaced with the knowledge that I didn't know enough. Sure, she had flashed me when we were alone, but now she was standing topless in the center hallway of the mall, bearing her breasts to countless people and she seemed happy to be doing it. Wow; it was all my mind could come up with. Sharon and Vera spoke again and then Vera approached me, grinning widely, and grabbed a card from the register. She returned to Sharon's side and I watched Sharon make a phone call. Today, as I said, had not gone as expected and the surprises kept coming. If you think I was stunned by Vera stepping into the mall and flashing her tits, what she did next nearly made me choke. She pulled her dress over her head and stood naked in the store with the steel grate wide and the store open. She was not hidden from view and safe from customers; we were open and she stood there naked. What was she doing and again the thought came unhindered by reason, why wasn't it with me? Vera walked towards me and I noticed that she had shaved her cute pussy. Her lips were peeking at me, as if begging me to stroke them. I loved the look on her; a look both innocent and slutty. She handed me her dress and explained that she'd be required to work naked. I was certain I had not heard her right, required? I couldn't wrap my head around what was happening. I shook my head and said weakly, "I won't," I paused, "let you cheat." I took the proffered dress. I giggled next and I don't know why. She returned to Sharon's side, her shapely butt bouncing beautifully as she walked away from me. It was a captivating view. Vera spent the next three hours working naked. She explained how she had committed herself to Sharon and I wanted to kiss her and hold her and convince her to stop playing with Sharon and play with me. Was it so hard for her to see that? In her current condition I figured she was concentrating on herself only. Damn it. I know, I said that before. I finished my day and as I was leaving, still stunned and disappointed by the day, I offered Vera her dress. Truthfully, I had liked watching her work naked; she had a lovely, taut body with nice breasts and a gorgeous ass. I enjoyed the view; why couldn't that body be for me? She turned the dress down; telling me she'd go home naked and I swear her knees buckled when she said it. I could smell her arousal; she got off on her exhibitionism. Strip for me; I need it, can't you see that? My mind was racing; my mouth remained silent. Dejected and sad I slipped home to my empty and still messy home. I couldn't stifle my tears. The loss of Carl, after a few good months and the loss of Vera even if we hadn't become a couple was too much to keep in check. I cried myself to sleep. Wednesday arrived and with it new possibilities. I realized all hope hadn't been lost; optimistic, huh? Vera had been aroused and so I wondered and planned and would pay attention in the hope that I could steal Vera from Sharon. Vera enjoyed what she was doing, so wouldn't she enjoy it more with me, a friend than with Sharon, a stranger? I was certain she would become mine and the thought made the day before, miserable as it had been, almost tolerable. Vera would be mine. I made my way to work, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Vera was a few minutes late; I didn't see her until I was ringing up a purchase for a young woman. She was wearing nothing but shoes and a coiled bracelet with keys hanging from it. If she was scared, I couldn't tell, but her nipples were so hard that I was certain that she was aroused. I watched her come into the store, inching forward, almost hesitating. It was time to make her mine. I crossed to her and commanded, "Give me your locker key." I would take charge of her. No matter what, she was being ordered to do this and I would give her orders, too. "What?" She looked so cute trying to hide her nakedness behind her hands. "I told you yesterday that I wouldn't let you cheat. If I have your key, you can't go, run, and get dressed. And," I was grinning as I continued, "drop your arms. If I catch you trying to cover up today, I'll tell the woman making you do this and I bet you don't want me to do that, do you?" She dropped her eyes, revealing her sexy body to me; her pert breast with hard nipples and her naked sex that seemed swollen with need. She stood with her feet about a foot apart, a blatant pose that I found arousing. And she was trembling so softly that I wanted to take her in my arms but instead I spoke firmly, "You like this," I said. Vera nodded with her face crimson. Her hands were curled into tight fists as she struggled to hold her pose. "Why are you standing with your legs spread like that?" "I'm supposed to," Vera replied, her eyes downcast. Those words explained so much. "That close together?" I was playing with her. Watching her, I suddenly knew how to steal her from Sharon. Vera looked into my smiling eyes and whispered, "Ma'am?" Her submissive tone filled me with a surge of power that I had to feel again. "However you are supposed to stand for the other woman, you need to spread them even wider for me. Come on, open up." Vera shook at my words. She looked into my eyes and slid her legs apart until there was about three feet of space between her shoes. I shook with pleasure watching Vera obey and the sound she made, sucking in a breath of air made me want to grab her, pull her to me, and ram my tongue down her throat. I was full of need as I watched her obey. "Perfect." I applauded her. "Now, don't close your legs today. I'm going to work the register and I'll give you the floor. You will help as many customers as you can. When someone comes in, you walk up to them, spread your legs, clasp your hands behind your back, and ask if they need any help. I agree with the rule that if a child comes in, you hide in the back. So, if a kid comes in, scurry to the back and have a seat with your legs spread like that and I'll come back and get you when the coast is clear." Her voice was tiny, "yes, ma'am." "Great. Now, give me your locker key." She handed me the key to her clothes and I left her there, open mouthed, tense and obviously aroused. If she obeyed me, then I knew she'd be mine. Today would be a test. Please, I begged silently, please obey me. We belong together and it's not just that once again I'm alone. The pleasure that I was feeling making her obey had to be the same that Vera was feeling as she followed my orders. We fit. A chime sounded and two women entered the store together, gossiping and laughing, having fun on an early morning shopping expedition. I watched as Vera made her way over to them, hesitating in her gait; she was scared. They looked at her with a mixture of shock and confusion. Vera approached them and as I instructed her to do, she parted her legs, revealing the core of her sex. "Can I help you ladies?" Her voice was small. The two women, one blond and the other brunette, both looked young at Vera; the blond one looked at Vera and blushed while the brunette stepped back nervously. "Uh, no," the blond stammered, "we're fine." "Well, if you need any help, just let me know." I could hear the weakness in her voice and I felt my pussy clench. Another chime sounded and a couple walked into the store, hand in hand.  They appeared to be in their mid-twenties. The woman walked to a display of pre-torn jeans, pulling her date, boyfriend, husband, I wasn't sure which with her. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Vera as she walked, naked to the couple. "Can I help you?" I nearly coughed with laughter as the man said, "Maybe you should help yourself, first." Vera was blushing when the woman scolded her and it made her look more innocent. I saw movement by the door as a woman came in with a child. Without hesitating I made my way to Vera and commanded her into the back. She obeyed. That was it; she simply obeyed. No hesitation, no questions; she just did as she was told. She was obviously aroused, I could smell it on her and I smiled, knowing she'd be mine. I finished ringing up two sales before the store was once again empty. I walked to the back and watched as Vera masturbated herself to an obvious satisfying orgasm. She was biting her hand and shaking as she sat on the hard plastic chair that rested next to the break table. I had to applaud. I was smiling at Vera whose face flared with color as I said, "very nice." She gasped then and clutched her calves, pulling herself into a tight ball. I didn't think it was possible, but her blush deepened down to her breasts. I heard her squeak a nervous. "Oh, my God," and I had never wanted to taste her more than I did right then. I didn't give her time to recover or clean up. I wanted her to obey and needed her to realize that she wanted to obey me, "Get back to work." I returned with a smile to the register. She would be mine. Only once during the day was an issue made of Vera's nudity. A man, about 20 years old came into the store and when Vera took her humiliating pose, and it had to be humiliating, didn't it? He was rude and requested a blow job from Vera. Vera stepped away from him and spoke so softly that I could barely hear her. "You could fuck me." I stepped between Vera and the rude bastard and spat venom, "Get out of the store!" The young man looked at Vera and hastened to flee. My tone left no room for doubt that I would protect Vera and that I could handle him. "Don't worry about creeps like that," I said, trying to soothe Vera with my soft words. "I know how to handle them." Vera surprised me by wrapping her arms around me and clutching me tight. She whimpered, "Thank you." "Get back to work," I said with a smile on her face, once again taking charge. Vera may have been the manager, but it was my store now. "Yes, Ma'am." And she actually saluted me with a playful smile illuminating her lovely face. The day went well after that. Vera kept her poise even if the blush never left her face. I kept an eye on her and in her natural state, I enjoyed the view. She acted confident and seldom trembled and at the end of the day, when I had to leave her alone to clean up the store, I refused to give her the key to her locker even after making her beg for it, and she actually thanked me for doing so, bowing her head as she spoke, saying she was happy to have me playing with her. Yes, she needed this and I was more than happy enough to give it to her. Surely Sharon would understand. The next day, however, did not go as well. Vera came to work and stripped off her clothes and I once again took her key; I couldn't let her cheat, after all.  However, two hours after the store opened Curtis Kinsinton came into the store and in less than two minutes, with his voice so loud customers couldn't help but look towards the back of the store, Vera was fired. I could hear him demand to know where her clothes were and that she get dressed. I felt myself rise up, wanting to protect her but didn't know how. Instead, feeling weak myself I went to Vera who stood shaking in fear at Curtis and gave her the key to her locker. I hated the way I sounded when I spoke, "Here, I figured you'd need this." I squeezed her hands compassionately and hugged her, wanting nothing more than to protect her as I had done the day before. I was impotent however and I hated the feeling. "Call me," was all I could say as I hastened back to work. Curtis promoted me after making me promise to keep my clothes on and I found that silly. I didn't care about the promotion, I only wanted to get to Vera and see how she was doing. I was distracted the rest of the day. I got home that night and gave Vera a call but she never answered her phone. I hoped she was okay. I left her a message to call me, leaving my number in case she didn't have it. The next morning, as I was dressing for work, my phone rang. "Hello?" It was Vera. My Vera. "Hi. I was wondering if..." "Yes," I interrupted her. Whatever the question was, the answer was yes. "I was so hoping you'd call. I had so much fun playing with you that I wanted it to continue. Why don't you move in with me and be my little plaything. You can help with the rent and bills as soon as you get another job, but until then, I am sure I can find ways for you to earn your keep." I was rambling, so happy that she called me. "Thank you." And with that, she accepted. Life was good.

Vanilla Slut 2: Road Trip by Maracorby Chapter 1 I guess it started when Stacy was telling me about all the fun she and her boyfriend Ty had had on their trip to the amusement park. "Ty wanted to go on the Ferris wheel for some reason," Stacy began, "and so I went along, whatever. Once we were seated we started making out and stuff. Then once we were high, he revealed his real plan and started pushing my head down toward his crotch." "That sounds kinda uncool," I interjected doubtfully. "No, it was cool - I like it when he does stuff like that," she explained. "Anyway, I wanted to blow him. But you know those safety bars across your lap? I couldn't bend enough to get my mouth down there. But my hands were free. So there we are, going round and round on the wheel, and he's kissing me while I'm working my spit-filled hands up and down his cock like a champ. And then near the very top of the wheel, he groans and squirts. I never stopped to think about where the come would go..." "Oh no...," I said. "Oh yes!" Stacy replied. "It shot out, like, feet in front of him before falling out of our sight. And there was a lot of it. Then a second later we heard some angry man shout, 'What the fuck?!?'" "Oh god!" I reacted. "So then what happened?" "Obviously we played it cool for the rest of the ride," Stacy said. "The park was closing, so we went back to his SUV. But everyone was trying to leave at once, so we messed around for a while before driving home. Thank god for tinted windows, huh?" I eyed her suspiciously. "What kind of 'messing around' are you talking about?" Stacy grinned. "The kind where he pulls down my pants, bends me over the back of the car seats, sticks his nose in my ass crack, and fucks my hole with his tongue until I come." "Holy shit, you can come like that?" I asked, astonished. "I did this time!" She said. "Then, of course, he was hard again, so I fucked him sitting in his lap." She added with a certain naughty pride, "I've got bite marks on my boobs." "God, I am so fucking jealous of you!" I said. "Hey, just because I managed to think of one sex act that you didn't do first is no reason to get upset," Stacy teased. "It's just been so long!" I whined. "I miss sex! And I've never even had romance." Then, more somberly, I added, "Hell, it's been forever since a boy even smiled at me." Stacy picked up on my change of tone, and reacted sympathetically. "Kaitlyn, it'll happen. Your condition sucks, but you've been doing a really good job of managing it." "Maybe too good," I muttered. "What do you mean by that?" Stacy probed. I sighed. "I just mean that sometimes I wish I could go to a party somewhere without you or any of my other caretakers, rip off my mask, unbutton a few buttons, and just let whatever happens happen," I confessed. Stacy didn't say anything more, but just side-hugged me. See, the thing is, back in my freshman and sophomore years, I was a notorious slut. Seriously, everyone at my high school, and a lot of people at neighboring schools, knew me as "Vanilla Slut". A big part of that was the fact that I have this neurological condition: any time I smell or taste vanilla, it triggers in me this overwhelming compulsion to have sex. I can't help it, and I can't fight it. It's like the song stuck in your head. It's like the sneeze that you feel coming but won't quite happen. It's like starving, or running for your life, or being so tired you can't sleep. But it's not any of those things; it's my body telling me, "Kaitlyn, you must have sex right now - your life depends on it." But when I give in and give my body what it wants, oh my god! It's like a bubble bath after a whole day of gardening. It's like butter-drenched filet mignon when you haven't eaten in a day and a half. It's like finally peeing when you're just short of bursting. And that's on top of the regular feel-goodness of just plain sex. Anyway, there were a lot of scandals before we figured out what was causing my behavior and how to mitigate it. How I avoided catching a bunch of STDs is anyone's guess. I'm lucky that I've got good friends and family looking out for me. When school started up again, I was going to be a senior. For more than a year I had been wearing a mask with super-effective filters to keep the smells out any time I was in public. It was not flattering. Recently, a seven year old boy had asked his mom why I was dressed up like Bane from Batman. My mask wasn't quite that bad, but it was certainly unfashionable and it kinda creeped people out. So I'd gone from a slut to a prude freak. Even if a guy had liked me, I wouldn't have been allowed to date him. Too many complications - at least, that's what my dad and my shrink said. I knew they were right, but sometimes I just wanted to run away from my problems. Not long after that discussion with Stacy, I was letting my brother Lucas practice Aikido on me. That's not as mean as it sounds: Aikido is a martial art that's all about throws and joint locks, but in a nice way. He usually went in slow motion, and any way, I had been doing gymnastics since I was little, so I was no stranger to hitting the ground hard. Lucas liked practicing on me because I'm unusually flexible, which makes it harder to perform the moves correctly. A couple times, he actually took me in to the dojo to ask the sensei why some move wasn't working on me. The sensei was always able to correct his technique, and turn it into a lesson for the whole class. I didn't mind: they were nice people and they didn't make fun of my mask. Anyway, there I was in the back yard in my pajamas, with Lucas' arm across my chest and his leg under mine, holding me off-balance, when he said, "Katie, I need a favor." I giggled at his timing. "Sure. What's up?" I asked as he helped me back to my feet. "You know how Dad was talking about you taking a road trip to visit that college in Massachusetts?" Lucas asked. "I need you to say yes, and insist that I come along. I need to get to Massachusetts before August 14th." "Is this about Angie?" I asked. "What's the rush?" Lucas looked distressed just talking about it. "She's moving to Switzerland. This is our last chance. We really need to... be together." I raised an eyebrow at that, but Lucas went on. "Please. We're in love. We really need to be each others' firsts." Lucas was about to start his sophomore year. He'd been cyber-dating Angie, this super-cute blond girl that he met through an Aikido discussion website several months before. They had never met in person, but it was obvious that this is the real thing for him. Her family was with the United Nations or something, so they moved around a lot, all over the world. I smiled at him. "We'll figure something out." Chapter 2 We got permission for the road trip from my parents. Any time I traveled, it pretty much had to be by car. In theory, the security checkpoints at the airport should have been able to make accommodations for medically necessary equipment, but sometimes things go wrong. After the last time, several bystanders had written to the authorities insisting that I be placed on the sex offender registry and the no-fly list. Better yet, the road trip was going to be just us kids. Dr. Brown had even helped argue my case, saying that like any teen-ager, I needed opportunities to be independent every once in a while in order to grow. And so, Stacy and I set off cross-country to take a tour of Rourke University, with Lucas coming along to help keep me out of trouble. Most of the first day went by pretty quickly. Stacy and I were goofy and excited, joking about the towns we drove through, and making up stories about the people in cars around us. Lucas was mostly quiet, exchanging lovesick puppy messages with Angie on his tablet. By the afternoon, the novelty of it all had faded away, and we were all in our own heads. Being the conscientious driver that I was, I knew that there was a car next to us driving the same speed, but I didn't really think much about it. That is, until Stacy brought them to my attention. "Hey Kaitlyn," Stacy said. "See those guys in the car next to us? They think you're hot." "Huh?" I said. I looked over. There were two guys - two cute guys - about our age in the car. The one in the passenger seat kept alternately looking at his phone and over at us. When my eyes met his, he made a dramatic gesture, like a sigh and clutching his chest. Then he hurriedly went back to typing on his phone. "Specifically," Stacy went on, "they say you're 'like a white-hot shard of heaven fallen to Earth'." Lucas shook his head and laughed. I was flabbergasted. "What? How do you even know that?" I asked. "I'm texting with them," Stacy replied casually. Obviously I was flattered, but also completely surprised. I wasn't wearing my mask, of course - no need in the safety of my car. But my hair was kind of messy from driving with the window down earlier, and my clothes were bland comfortable things that I wouldn't want to be seen in by anyone who knew my name. I guess I just sort of forgot what it was like to have boys notice me. "Well I'll be damned if I'm going to let you get all the admiration," Stacy teased. She was in the back seat, and through glances in my mirror, I could see that she was taking off her vest, hat, and then T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so she was totally topless when she rolled down the window and leaned out. Knowing Stacy, she was probably licking her lips or making fuck-me faces at the boys in the other car. Their car dropped back a few feet so that their passenger window lined up with Stacy. After a few seconds Stacy sat back down and closed the window. That's when she noticed that Lucas was turned around in his seat in the front, staring at her. "What are you looking at, perv?" Stacy said. It might have sounded mean if you didn't know Stacy, but she meant it in a playful way. "What, those guys get a show but I'm not allowed to look?" Lucas retorted. Stacy deliberately turned to face Lucas for a moment, hands cupping her boobs, with her chest and tongue stuck out. Then she got dressed and went back to texting. "Well?" I asked eagerly. "'Fucking fantastic,' and 'Wet dreams for a month' were their replies," she said. After a moment, she added, "They're still not sure which of us is hotter, though. They want to see your boobs." I chuckled. "Well, they can't," I said. "I'm driving." "So pull over," Stacy said matter-of-factly. "What? No!" I replied. "Come on. It's all in good fun," Stacy pressed. "You're the one who said you missed getting attention from boys. These guys are from a different town - they've never heard of your reputation. Nothing's going to happen. Just pull over and listen to them say nice things about you for a couple of minutes." "Just flirting?" I asked. "Just for a couple minutes?" Stacy nodded. I'm pretty sure Lucas rolled his eyes. But he also seemed to be looking back at Stacy a lot. I pulled off the highway, and the boys did too. There were some trees nearby providing a little bit of privacy and shade, so Stacy and I walked there. Lucas stayed in the car, but before we left, he told us, "Scream if anything looks like it might get out of hand, okay?" "We will," I promised. We introduced ourselves. The boys were Mike and Rob - brothers. "So Stacy's obviously a bad girl," Mike said with a smooth delivery, "but I'm guessing you're the good one. Pure as the driven snow. In fact, I bet you're a virgin." Stacy and I busted out into laughter. "I'm about as far from a virgin as you can get without actually taking money for it," I said. Mike looked me up and down. "Nah, I don't believe it. You're a good girl - a Daddy's girl - I can see it. You don't have it in you to do anything wild." He was playing me, of course, but I liked it. "You just want to see my boobs," I accused. Mike gave me a yeah you caught me but you're going to do it anyway smile. Rob had barely said anything, but the way he looked at me, it was like he was in love somehow. I pulled my polo shirt up over my head, and then took off my bra, giving the boys a playful but innocent smile. "So what do you think?" Stacy asked. Mike whistled his appreciation. "I would crawl through the lowest level of hell to touch those," Rob said. I blushed. "You know, it's my boy Rob's birthday today...," Mike said. "Pfff, yeah right!" I said. Despite my shy act, I kept making covert motions with my hips and shoulders to give my boobs a little bit of bounce. "For real!" Mike said. He fished his brother's wallet out of a jacket pocket and handed a driver's license to Stacy. "What do you know!" Stacy exclaimed. "It really is his birthday." Rob really did seem mesmerized my boobs. After glancing at Stacy for her opinion - which was of course a yes, I took his hands and put them on my chest. "Just for a minute, okay?" It felt so nice to have him touch me, and squeeze me, and brush his fingers past my nipples. It felt so nice to be wanted again. There was no way we were going to go any further - or even ever talk again. But at that moment, I was really happy for the intimacy that Rob and I shared. For as much as I enjoyed the feel-up, Rob was on a different level. It was like he was the first person to discover a whole new level bliss or something. I mean, I like my boobs, and I'm pretty sure they're good ones, but they're just boobs. I stopped Rob when I thought the time was right. My nipples were stiff and my pussy was wet. A part of me really did want to go further. But if nothing else, I wanted to be able to tell my dad and Dr. Brown that they made the right decision in trusting me. I guess Stacy got bored, because as I was putting my clothes back on, she turned up the tease machine. "You know, Kaitlyn sometimes has these crazy spells where she just has to have sex, with anyone she can find," she said. "There's no stopping her." "Stacy!" I objected. Mike wanted to hear more. "Is that right?" He said. "Yup," Stacy went on. "And as her friend, it's my job to protect her from guys who might take advantage of her." She was talking in her sultry voice. I wasn't sure what she was up to. "And how do you do that?" Mike asked. "I just have to fuck her myself," Stacy said as she dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached to unbutton my shorts. "Stacy, no!" I said. "Come on - don't you want to give the guys a show?" Stacy said. "Be a little wild?" "They've seen plenty," I asserted. "Come on, let's get back on the road." Then I said to the boys, "Thank you two for being so nice. Happy birthday, Rob." Lucas insisted that we tell him all about what had happened. His job on this trip, he asserted, was to keep me out of trouble, so he had to know what had taken place. We told him about it, but he didn't say anything himself. In the girls' room at the next rest stop, Stacy asked me, "Has Lucas ever actually seen you topless?" "I don't know," I said. "Probably when we were kids. I don't think so after I got boobs. Why?" Stacy shrugged. "Just something in his face when you told him about getting felt-up," she said. "And I think he got a chubby." I laughed it off. "Oh, he's just a horny boy who's never had a girlfriend. We could talk about grandma getting felt-up and it would give him a boner. Yours are probably the first boobs he's seen in person." Chapter 3 We stopped driving pretty late, in a small town whose name I don't remember. After putting our stuff in the motel room, we walked across the street to a restaurant and bar called Stuart's. I was wearing my mask, of course, so I wouldn't be able to eat there, but we all needed to unwind. Lucas and Stacy had meals while I just looked at the menu planning what I would order to-go. It was a nice stop, though. They had a karaoke machine, and a non-stop line to sing. Some people were really good: there was a woman in some sort of work jumpsuit who hit all the notes in an Ariana Grande song. Some people were bad, like the guy who butchered "Sweet Home Alabama". There was this one girl - about Lucas' age - that sang three times. She was obviously a local favorite, because the cheers for her were always the loudest. She sang pretty well, but she really knew how to work a stage. She was always prancing around and smiling at the crowd, and twirling her skirt just a little too high. Absolutely everyone in the place with a penis adored her, my brother included. She really made it look fun. Then Stacy went up. She sang the really old punk song, "Anarchy in the UK." The patrons gave her token applause, but the song clearly didn't sit well with them. Then, after some prodding, Lucas went up and sang the Beatles' "Ticket to Ride". Lucas had always been a quiet kid: I was amazed by his display of confidence. Maybe learning Aikido had matured him, or maybe it was something that Angie had brought out in him. Either way, it was nice to see that from my brother. I think the flirty local girl even winked at him. I would have loved to take a turn myself. I just kept thinking of more and more songs that I wanted to sing. But of course, singing was impossible with the mask on, and I definitely didn't dare taking it off in the restaurant, having seen all the dangerous things on the menu. Anyway, I figured it was better not to attract attention, since people were already staring and whispering about me. I think Lucas might have read my mind, because at one point he hugged me out of nowhere. Back at the Motel I ate while Lucas typed goofy lovestruck messages on his tablet, and Stacy teased him. Then it was lights-out, with Stacy and me in one double bed, and Lucas in the other. I guess I fell asleep pretty quickly, but I think it was just a few minutes later that Stacy shook me awake. She put her finger over her lips and then pointed at Lucas' bed. She was grinning scandalously. I shifted my position discretely and looked over to see a tent-pole made of sheets centered on my brother's crotch, and movement underneath. The light was very dim, and there was no sound, but it was perfectly obvious that Lucas was jacking off. Stacy clearly thought this was the bawdiest thing ever. She whispered in my ear, "What do you think he's thinking about?" A number of ideas went through my head: Angie, the flirty karaoke girl, random Internet porn. But then I made my choice by pointing to Stacy's chest. She rubbed her nipple with a fingertip as an acknowledgement. I know it was wrong, but I kept watching as my brother played with himself - even though I couldn't really see anything. Pretty soon Lucas' breathing became audible, and the thumping monster under his sheets moved faster. And then he was still. He shifted onto his side and, I guess, fell asleep. Stacy pulled my face back in her direction. She looked puzzled, but I had no idea what she was thinking. She whispered in my ear: "What about the jizz?" I shrugged. She whispered again, "Doesn't he need to clean up? Is he just sleeping in it?" I shrugged harder, closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. Try as I might, I couldn't get back to sleep. Trapped in bed alone with my thoughts, I kept wallowing in how unfair it was that I couldn't do normal things like eat in a restaurant or sing karaoke. I'm a good singer, damn it! I had been making all of these stupid accommodations for a year and a half: a year and a half of being stared at and talked about, or being asked personal questions by strangers, or just staying home while everyone else had all the fun. The risks really weren't that high around strangers: none of them would know how to deliberately turn me into a sex monster. And it's not like people walk around with bottles of vanilla extract everywhere. After I don't know how long, I got out of bed, pulled on a dress, and headed back to the restaurant. I left my mask and my phone behind. The crowds had thinned out a lot, so the DJ was just playing regular music in between patrons' acts. A petrified little girl was singing a Disney song with her mom when I showed up. The crowd gave them warm applause. I was really nervous when my turn came up, but fuck it, I was going to do this. I picked "Call Me Maybe" because it's a fun song and it kind of fit how I was feeling. After a couple verses I was feeling pretty good about my performance. I experimented with some hip bumps and twirls, but they didn't feel right, so I stuck to just swaying and singing. Enough people were watching, and enough people clapped at the end, that I felt my performance was a success. As I left the stage and looked for a place to sit down, a guy approached me. "Every man in the place would like to buy you a drink right now," he said. "I hope you'll let me be the one who does." He was college age, with semi-curly black hair that reminded me of Superman. He was tall and built, too, and his eyes were fantastically blue. He handed me a tall icy glass with a fizzing black liquid "What is it?" I asked, trying not to offend him. "It's just Diet Coke," he said. "But I'll get you anything you'd like." "Just Diet Coke?" I asked, "Nothing in it?" When I heard myself say it, I figured he must think I was accusing him of trying to drug me. "I have allergies," I hastily added. The boy's name was Hal. We sat in a booth and I sipped at the Diet Coke while we talked. He was just passing through town, too. He played football for his college, so that was interesting. And he had been injured in high school, too, so we shared stories about physical therapy. I asked him what he knew about engineering students, but he said he didn't know any. Somewhere in there he made a crack about gymnastics not being a real sport, so I had to call him out on that. "Give me your hand," I told him. I ran my palm across his. "Feel those calluses? Tell me which one of us is more athletic, Mr. Soft Hands!" "All right," he said, taking off his jacket. "But have you got these?" He curled his arm and showed me a pretty impressive bicep. "Well, no," I said. "But I bet you can't do this!" I got up from the booth and made sure I had Hal's attention. Standing on one leg, I lifted my other knee up near my chest, and then extended it until my foot was far above my head. With a little steadying from my hand, my legs formed a perfectly straight line. My dress bunched awkwardly, but I was still wearing my pajama shorts underneath, so whatever glimpses the other diners might have caught weren't anything too scandalous. I held the pose and smiled an I know what you're thinking smile at Hal before returning to the booth. Hal laughed. "Okay, truce. I take back what I said about gymnastics," he said. Look, I recognize when a guy is on the prowl, hoping to get lucky. And I suppose I was putting out a few "maybe" signals. Back in my full-on slut days, before I understood my condition and before I understood why I behaved the way I did, Hal was definitely the sort of guy I would have gone home with. Maybe he wasn't someone I would have wanted as a boyfriend, but I wasn't even sure of that - I'd never really had one before. Anyway, that was all moot. These days I was a good girl - a decent girl. Sure, I flirted a little, but I certainly didn't fuck strangers in unfamiliar towns without anyone knowing where I've gone. Certainly not willingly. But, you know, accidents happen. Hal stood up and grabbed our empty glasses. "Another Diet Coke?" He asked. "Please," I said appreciatively. I added, "Maybe with some flavored syrup? Surprise me." My heart raced as I waited for the outcome of my Russian Roulette game. I didn't have to drink it, I told myself. This was a choice I was making, I forced myself to admit, and not an accident. Then I stuffed that voice deep down where it wouldn't bother me again. One sip was all it took. The Vanilla Coke flipped a switch in my primal brain, and suddenly I was the hunter and he was the prey. Hal didn't even get a chance to sit back down. "Do you think we could go back to your motel?" I asked softly. It was my seduction voice. I clutched Hal's arm as we walked across the street to the motel. My obsession was in full force: my body was itching for sex. I thought about him naked on top of me, all muscles. I thought about him sliding in and out of my pussy. I thought about screaming in orgasm. The compulsion doesn't feel bad as long as I know I'm making progress - as long as I know it'll happen soon. It consumed my whole attention, but there was a sort of delicious anticipation to it. In the last few steps up to the door, I had my hand on his crotch. There was another guy in the room when we entered. "Hey Jerry - I'm going to need you to give me the room for a while," Hal said. Jerry was an Asian guy with spiky hair and glasses. He looked over at me and smiled. "Yeah, lemme just finish this up real quick," he said. I tried to be patient while Jerry finished whatever he was doing on his laptop, but I couldn't control myself. At first I was running my hands up and down Hal's chest outside of his shirt, but soon I was peeling his shirt off of him, and then I was pulling his pants down. Jerry chuckled at us. "You guys aren't wasting any time, are you?" He said. "You going to do anal?" He asked without a hint of shame. "You know it," Hal replied. I was fondling his balls through his underwear while he squeezed my ass. "No anal," I said with a yucky face. "I want you in my pussy." "Come on, Kaitlyn," Hal said. "Give it a chance. Every girl I've ever been with has loved it. "No, I need you in my pussy," I argued as I cast off my dress, dropped my pajama shorts to the floor, and kicked off my shoes. "I'm really tight - you wouldn't believe the muscles I've got down there. You won't regret it, I promise!" "If you try anal and you don't like it, I promise to lick you for as long as you want," Hal said. I was starting to get anxious. The more Hal resisted, the more my compulsion weighed down on me, pressing me, punishing me for failure. God, I just want someone to fuck me, I thought. It shouldn't be this hard! Jerry had folded up his laptop and had started putting on his shoes. It seemed like he was honestly trying to leave swiftly, but that didn't stop him from staring at Hal and me. I pulled off Hal's boxers and gave his dick a couple friendly sucks. Hal went on trying to persuade me. "I know it sounds disgusting, but you'll actually come harder from anal - all women do if the guy knows what he's doing." I was exasperated. I went to the bed and lay back with my legs spread invitingly, wider than most women are capable of. I looked up at Hal. "Come on, dude, just do it," I said, with obvious agitation. "No more talking. Just shove your dick in my pussy, please? I need it!" Jerry was ready to leave, but he had slowed on the way to the door to watch the drama unfold. Hal sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on my thigh, and for a moment I thought that I was finally going to get relief from this horrible wonderful need. Instead he started fingering my asshole. "Let's just slow down and take a look at our options," Hal said, voice dripping with honey. I sighed loudly. Fearing he would leave before I could make a pitch, I sprung up from the bed and took a few steps toward Jerry. "Will you fuck me please?" "Well, this just got interesting," Jerry said. The three of us just looked at each other for a few seconds. I'm sure they thought I was some kind of freak, but not enough to throw me out just yet. Jerry spoke again: "How about a compromise? I fuck your pussy while Hal does you up the ass? Good?" "Yeah, whatever, that's good," I said, glad that I was back on track for cock. I wasn't really sure what would happen with the anal part of the agreement, but that didn't matter compared to getting my pussy filled up. I yanked down Jerry's skinny jeans and bikini briefs and shoved him back onto the motel's easy chair. A few squeezes of his hairless balls was all it took to get him hard, and then I crawled up on top of him. I lowered myself down onto him, taking his whole cock in in one quick motion - too quick, as it turned out. I was plenty wet - that had never been a problem for me - but my vagina ached for a moment at the forgotten sensation of stretching to swallow a hard penis. The discomfort quickly went away, though, and I was left with nothing but the wonderful throbbing fullness of a cock inside me where it belonged. "Oh god, yeah!" I breathed with relief as I rocked forward and back, relished the nearly forgotten feeling of two bodies moving together like the surf against rocks. My need was quelled. Instead of anxiety I felt relief - the best high I've ever known. I was fucking this boy, and that's all that mattered. "Du-u-u-de!", Jerry said. "She wasn't kidding about being tight. You're missing out!" I gave him a couple squeezes with my pussy, and pinched his nipples lightly. His eyes rolled back. Hal was behind me now, and he was touching my asshole with a wet finger. Whatever - I wasn't about to stop what I was doing to complain. He managed to wiggle it inside, and it felt weird, but it wasn't really a big deal. Pretty soon he had more fingers in my ass, though, and he was stroking them in and out. That was something: it was an intrusion. My body was clear that those fingers didn't belong in there, but the feeling wasn't intolerable or panicky like a gag reflex. I don't think I found it sexy, but I was so worked up from riding Jerry, that it was pretty hard to isolate the feelings. Hal wrapped an arm around my waist and moved his body up against mine. I guess he was getting ready for his cock to say hello. I couldn't keep bouncing on Jerry being held like that, but fortunately he took over, thrusting his hips up into me and going, "uh, uh," over and over. Then I felt a lot more wetness on my asshole, and a pressure that must have been Hal's cock. The small part of my brain that was idle figured there was no way he was going to break through my unyielding butthole, but he just kept poking at it with his cock head - poor hungry little guy. I wasn't clenching - I know better than to do that - but still, it didn't seem like anything would change. And then just like that, my sphincter popped open and the tip of Hal's cock was inside my butt. "Mmm," Hal grunted, as he took slow shallow strokes, spreading the lube gradually inside his chosen fuckhole. Deeper and deeper it invaded me, but for as weird as it felt, it didn't take anything away from the feel-good sex grindings I was experiencing. Once Hal reached his maximum depth, he began fucking my ass in longer, faster strokes. The two boys were knocking me around and pounding me at different speeds and directions, creating a chaotic maelstrom of sensations. For a moment I thought about the two cocks inside of me like Godzilla and another monster, fighting and knocking down buildings in Tokyo. I guess I probably enjoyed it more than Tokyo did, though. Whatever they were doing it was working. I had to confess that Hal's cock up my ass was not unwelcome. Jerry was squeezing my tits, and Hal's hands were on my hips, and I could feel an orgasm creeping along toward me. I bit my lip. "Mmm, fuck yeah, keep doing what you're doing," I said. For some reason, that made Jerry pump up into me faster, and the orgasm that had been approaching started drifting away. "No," I said instructively. "Do it like you were before." Jerry went back to his old rhythm, and suddenly I was back on track to coming. "Oh, that's it. Fuck me, guys. I'm gonna come," I said. That's when Jerry wrapped his hands around my neck. He didn't squeeze - it was a purely symbolic gesture - but for some reason it really got me excited. "Oh, oh, oh god. Yes! Yes! Yes!" Climax hit, and my body squeezed and rippled and flexed in ways that I couldn't comprehend. "Whoa!" Jerry said. His hands left my neck and dug like claws into the chair's armrests as his head fell back and he flooded my pussy with jizz. He was still like that when his softening cock popped out of my pussy, due in part to the now more violent thrusting that Hal was giving me from behind. I didn't want it to end any more than he did: however it was the we got there, his cock-hammer was keeping the high-intensity after-orgasm feelings going strong. I lay on top of Jerry for several minutes, kissing him, while Hal kept pounding me, until finally Hal groaned and squirted his come up my ass. Afterward, I grabbed my clothes and dashed to the bathroom to clean up. When I came out, the two boys, now dressed in their underwear and talking quietly, fell silent and looked at me. "I owe you guys an explanation," I said with a sigh, "but it would take too long. Let's just say I'm a freak and leave it at that. I had a good time. I hope you did too." I left hastily, but I walked around a little before going back to my motel room. As soon as I creaked the door open, Stacy was off like a rocket. She grabbed me and pulled me outside so that she wouldn't wake Lucas, as she whisper-shouted at me. "It is not okay for you to disappear like that," Stacy said through gritted teeth. "If you want to fuck the whole town, I'll print up the fliers. But god damn it, I need to be there so you don't end up dead in a ditch somewhere!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes. She was right: I count on her so much, and yet I had deliberately evaded her protection. She wouldn't have judged me. I betrayed her confidence. My lips quivered and I didn't know what to say. Stacy suddenly changed her tone. "Hey, it's okay. Are you all right?" "I just... I wanted to slip up," I sobbed. "I wanted to be free. Or, whatever this is." "But you're okay?" Stacy pressed. "Physically?" I nodded. "It was actually pretty good," I said meekly. "I'll tell you all about it morning, 'kay?" Chapter 4 The next morning we sent Lucas to bring back breakfast while I told Stacy all about the night I'd had. It didn't take long for the tone to go from shameful confession to boasting about a wild night. Stacy was weirdly obsessed with the anal sex part. She had always sworn that she would never do it - as had I - but she seemed really intrigued. We had to stop talking when Lucas got back. I can tell Stacy anything, but I didn't want to disappoint Lucas. A short while after we hit the road again, Stacy stuck her face between the front seats and started interrogating Lucas. "So have you planned out what you're going to do with Angie?" Stacy asked in a bubbly voice. Lucas gave her a skeptical look in response. "Like," she went on, "are you going to fuck her up the ass?" Lucas took Stacy's bait. "We're both virgins. I think we'll stick to ordinary sex." "Okay," Stacy went on, "but what kind of ordinary sex? Have you thought about positions? Wheelbarrow? Piledriver?" Lucas held his tongue but it was clear that Stacy's needling was getting to him. She continued. "And have you made plans for other contingencies? Like, what happens if she laughs the first time she sees you naked? Or what if you come too fast and she's like, 'Is that all?' What if you try and you try and you try and you just can't make her come?" Lucas kept his silence. I didn't think I needed to intervene just yet. "Okay, okay," Stacy said. "How do you imagine it will go?" Lucas responded to that one. "I don't know - just ordinary sex. Like, guy on top or whatever." Stacy sprung her trap. "Is that how you were thinking about doing it with her when you were jacking off last night in the hotel?" Lucas blushed and gritted his teeth. Stacy went on, "You were thinking about Angie last night while you stroked your dick, right? I can't imagine who else you would have been thinking of...." "God, Stacy, shut up!" Lucas shouted, even more flustered. I patted Lucas' shoulder. "Ignore her," I said. "As long as you and Angie go into it with the right attitude, you'll have a great time figuring it all out. Don't let Stacy get in your head." Nobody said anything for a few seconds so I figured I had made peace. But then Stacy said out of nowhere, "So what happened to the jizz after you came last night?" Lucas blushed and seethed some more, but didn't say anything. After another moment of silence, Lucas spoke in a soft, vulnerable tone. "What if I can't make her come?" He said. I shot Stacy a warning glance to tell her play time was over. "Don't obsess over that," I said. "Really - girls aren't like guys: we can enjoy sex without coming. But if you make that your mission, then neither one of you will have fun." Stacy joined in with a shockingly sympathetic tone. "Anyway, it's not really under your control," she said. "Some girls need time to learn how their bodies work. I needed time. I didn't come for like the first two months when I started. And it wasn't anything that Ryan was doing wrong. It just... took practice." It was touching that Stacy would share with Lucas like that. "But you still really enjoyed it, right?" I asked, for Lucas' benefit. "Not just emotionally but because you liked the feeling?" "Yeah," Stacy said. "I just wish I could have told my best friend about it at the time," she added while she reached forward and mussed up my hair. There was another silence. Lucas broke this one again. "And positions?" He asked. "Is missionary okay? Or is there a better one?" Stacy and I both answered. I started to say, "You can't go wrong with doggy..."; at the same time, Stacy blurted out, "Doggy style!" All three of us laughed. "Have you guys talked about birth control?" I asked ponderously. "Yeah, like a month ago," Lucas answered. "She said she was going to ask her doctor to put her on the pill." "Hmm," I said. "That might not be long enough for her to be protected. "You should get some condoms just in case." Stacy was back to her normal teasing self: "And lube, in case you want to fuck her up the ass!" She said. By the time we hit the next gas station, Lucas was all psyched up to buy his first pack of condoms, but once we were in the store, his confidence faltered. There were parents with small children milling about, and the condoms were behind the counter so he would have to ask the cashier for them. The cashier was a sixty year old dead-inside ugly woman who almost certainly would be bothered by teenagers asking for condoms for one reason or another. "Can't you do it for me?" Lucas begged. "It's less embarrassing for girls." "That's not true," I said. And then, giving him my big-sister-knows-best face, "Anyway, would Angie rather hear that you bought them yourself, or that you asked me to?" Lucas nodded and sighed and took position near the cashier, waiting for the right moment. I watched him from behind the gummy candy aisle. The right moment didn't seem to come, though. When I saw Stacy walk up to him, I was worried that she was going to pick on him. Instead, she slipped up beside him, wrapped her arm in his, and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey baby," she said casually. "Did you get them?" I guess the extra sexual legitimacy of a girl on his arm was enough to move Lucas into action. After a brief moment of confusion, he went up to the counter. "I'd like some Trojans, please," he told the woman at the counter. She didn't outwardly judge him, but the cashier certainly wasn't courteous, either. "Lubed or unlubed?" She asked, as if her paycheck depended on being as monotone as possible. Lucas looked at Stacy, but she just shrugged. "Lubed, please," he said. The cashier took a small box from the glass case behind her and set it on the counter. "Anything else?" She said. Stacy spoke up. "Do you sell those in twelve-packs?" She said. "No." "Okay," Stacy negotiated, "then can we please have two three-packs?" The cashier took another box and tossed it onto the counter. Back in the car after paying for an assortment of sodas, condoms, and gummy snacks, Lucas asked with some surprise, "Do you really think we'll go through more than three condoms?" "I don't know," Stacy said, popping a green gummy worm into her mouth. "But if you do, won't you be glad you spent the extra two bucks?" I didn't say anything - I just beamed with pride at both of them. We made it to our destination city pretty late - too late to really do anything. So we ordered a pizza and watched a movie on the hotel's TV. When we were getting ready for bed, Lucas asked if Stacy and I were done with the bathroom for a while. He wanted to take a shower, he said. Not long after he started, we began to hear a faint wet slapping sound over the noise of the shower. Stacy beamed devilishly at me. "He's doing it again, isn't he?" She asked. "I bet he's thinking about you," she added. She put on her imitation-boy voice: "Oh Katie, I've always wanted you! Even before all my friends told me what a fantastic lay you are!" I shot Stacy the most serious face of my life. "Stacy," I said sternly, "you can't ever make that joke in front of him." She started to protest - I'm sure she was going to say she was just goofing around - but I had to drive the point home. "Stacy, Lucas has suffered more than anyone because of my condition," I told her. "I really messed him up in the head... and I can't ever make up for that." My eyes started to tear-up a little. Stacy stopped goofing. She put her hand on my arm. "Okay," she said. The next day, Stacy and I dropped Lucas off at Angie's house, and drove to the college for the tour. I know it's silly, but I wanted to look nice, so I had worn my sundress and done my hair in a side-braid. That probably just made my mask seem that much more disturbing. Sort of Mad Max meets Cinderella. Stacy went with her usual attire: torn jeans, tee-shirt, studded vest, and winter cap. There were five other kids in the tour group, and a couple parents. I wasn't surprised when the tour guide did that whole, "everyone tell us your name and something about yourself" thing. I knew he would and I knew I would hate it. When it was my turn, I stood up and started to speak. "Hi, I'm Kaitlyn," I began. The tour guide interrupted me. "Could you speak a little louder, please?" He said. "I really can't," I said apologetically. With my mask on, I could have a normal conversation with someone as long as there wasn't too much background noise, but if I tried to go loud, I became unintelligible. Stacy came to my rescue. She stood up next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "This is Kaitlyn," she said. "She's a very good gymnast, and she wants to study engineering. My name is Stacy, and I enjoy punching people who give my friend a hard time." Based on the expressions on everyone's faces, I knew that Stacy was glaring at them. The rest of the tour was fine, and it made me more excited about college in general. It didn't really help me decide if Rourke was where I wanted to go to, though. I had no idea how to make a decision like that. In the early evening, Lucas texted that he would be having dinner with Angie's family, and would get his own ride back to the hotel. Stacy had somehow heard about a party, and I sort of owed her a little adventure of her own on this trip, so she threw on even more eyeliner, and then we headed over. I could almost see the gears turning in the door guy's head as he worked out that he had to let in the dorky mask girl if he wanted the sexy punk chick to come in. I mostly sat in an out-of-the-way place, with half my attention on people-watching and half on Stacy-watching. I had never learned to drink - maybe a half glass of champaign here or there on holidays, but that was it. Stacy looked like an old pro at it, throwing down beer after beer. I don't know when or how she developed such a tolerance. People mostly left me alone, which suited my mood pretty well. One college girl named Anjanette introduced herself and tried to make conversation, but it didn't really go anywhere. It was nice of her to try, though. Stacy eventually got drunk and flirty enough that I became worried, so I dragged her back to the hotel. Lucas was reading, but he put down his tablet to help me with Stacy when he saw us. Stacy slurred out a question. "So did your little cutie pie make a man out of you?" Lucas didn't answer, but it was clear from the grin on his face that the answer was yes. I made Stacy brush her teeth before going to bed, because I didn't want to try to sleep next to stale beer breath. Chapter 5 Getting ready the next morning was slow going because Stacy kept hogging the bathroom to vomit. I threw on my dress again because it was easy. I promised Stacy I'd be back soon, and then drove Lucas to Angie's house again. Lucas didn't want to share any details about his long-awaited first date with Angie, which was fine. He was very obviously happy, though, and he seemed unusually confident. He was in love, and I was glad for that. "Hey, do you think I could meet her?" I asked. "I won't stay long, I promise. I'd just like to thank the girl who put a smile like that on my brother's face." Lucas said it would be fine, so we both went up to the door together. I was wearing my mask, of course, but I was sure Angie wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable about it. "This is my sister, Katie," Lucas said after kissing Angie hello when she opened the door. "So nice to meet you, Katie!" Angie said, full of sunshine. Not fake sunshine, but the real thing. "It's Kaitlyn," I said, like a dork. "Lucas calls me Katie. You can call me Katie too, I guess. Ah, nice to meet you too!" We went in and talked for a little while. I really liked Angie - I knew that I would want her to be my friend, even if she weren't dating my brother. Pretty soon, Angie asked if we could take a picture of the three of us. "Oh, I don't really take good pictures," I said, touching my mask self-consciously. "It's probably safe to take it off," Lucas said to me. To Angie, he added, "You don't have anything vanilla scented around here, do you? Candles or air fresheners? She's super allergic." "I don't think so," Angie said. She looked at me with hopeful eyes, and it really didn't seem risky at all. "Okay," I said cheerfully. "But just one or two, and then I need to get back to take care of Stacy." We were on our second picture when Angie's mom came home and shouted her greeting from the kitchen. "Mom! Come meet Kaitlyn!" Angie yelled back. Angie's mom came in holding a box. "I found these pastries at the market," Angie's mom said as she flipped open the lid. "They looked so interesting, I had to buy some. Hi! I'm Gabrielle. Lucas and I both glanced panickedly at my mask on the coffee table as the smell of the pastries hit us. Sure enough, they smelled like vanilla. Lucas yanked me out of my seat and dragged me into the bathroom, yelling, "Allergies," as he locked the door behind us. "Oh god, Lucas, I'm so sorry. I can't control it!" I said, knowing that in less than a minute I would be begging him for sex. "Katie, it's all right, I'm going to help you ride this out," Lucas said confidently. "Call Stacy - maybe that will help," he said, but we had both left our phones in the livingroom. I was already affected. My eyes couldn't stop snapping to Lucas' crotch. "Lucas, you know how this ends," I said, rubbing my hand against my own crotch. "Is there anyone else in the house? A father or brother or handy man? Oh god, Lucas, I need it! Fuck, I need it!" I reached to unbutton Lucas' pants, but I guess he was expecting that, because he twisted me around and pushed me face-down onto the sink counter, and held me there. "Just concentrate on your breathing," he told me. "Fuck your breathing, I need cock!" I replied. I guess I was pretty loud. My heart was racing and my body felt awful. I was scared, anxious, furious - pretty much every motivating feeling there is. My body had given me a mandate. "Do you need help in there?" Angie's mom asked. "Should I call an ambulance?" "An ambulance won't help," Lucas shouted back. "Just give us a minute, please." "Come on, Lucas," I said. I was still bent over the counter with my butt sticking out. I imagined Lucas moving behind me, pulling my dress up and my panties down. I yearned for it. "You know what the quickest solution is. The one that doesn't involve paramedics and police and unbearable agony. Please!" Lucas didn't say anything. He just held me there, immobile, and stroked my hair. "Please, Lucas, you have to fuck me!" I shouted. I went on in a calmer tone: "It won't be weird. I promise. We love each other so it won't be weird. I know you've thought about me. You've always secretly wanted me. I've thought about you, too. It's natural. Think about all of those fantasies you never really let yourself enjoy. They can be real." "GIVE ME YOUR GOD DAMNED COCK, LUCAS!" I shouted. "IT'LL BE THE BEST FUCKING LAY OF YOUR LIFE. I'LL DO THINGS TO YOU SHE NEVER WILL." "I think I'd better call an ambulance," came another shout from outside the bathroom door. "No, don't - just wait," Lucas yelled back. "God it hurts," I moaned and cried. "We lied, you know," I said. "Dad and I - about that time in San Francisco. He tried holding me like you're doing now, but he saw that it didn't work. He fucked me. He fucked me, Lucas, to make the pain go away - because he loves me. Why don't you love me, Lucas?" It worked. The most depraved, manipulative lie I could think up, and it worked. And I wasn't sorry. I watched in the mirror as Lucas let go of me and dropped his pants. He was already rock-hard. I stayed bent over, and pulled up my dress. He pulled down my panties. And then I felt his hands moving all over my butt and between my legs as he bumblingly tried to find my hole with his near-virgin cock. I couldn't read his face at first, but once he did get his cock lined up right and slid it into my pussy, his face showed satisfaction and relief. We both groaned in unison. "Oh god, that's good," I muttered. He pushed his dick into me over and over. With every stroke, another piece of my discomfort went away and was replaced by blissful relief. "Thank you, Lucas. I love you, Lucas." Pretty soon I was moaning with pleasure, thoughts of where we were and how this had come to be completely out of mind. It was sex, and it was wonderful. Every stroke was musical, like a bow across a cello playing out a symphony. I suppose in hindsight that we could have stopped at that point - but I was too lost in the moment to realize it. I looked back through the mirror at my brother's sweet inexperienced face as he drove rhythmic pulses of pleasure into me. Lucas started groaning. "I don't think I can hold back any more," he said. "It's okay," I said sweetly. "You can come inside of me. I want you to." My baby brother was about to fill me with come, and I couldn't have been happier about it. Hoping to make good on my promise to give him the best possible sex, I started squeezing my pussy around his cock in time with his thrusts. His groaning grew louder, like he was out of control. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he stroked his final desperate pushes into me. Then he sighed with satisfaction, and he was still, and I felt the warm bursts of his ejaculation in my womb. We stood like that for just a moment, smiling at each other in the mirror. Then the door swung open and Angie's very angry mom started shouting. "OUT! OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET! OUT!" Lucas pulled up his pants, I grabbed my panties, and then Angie's mom herded us out the front door. Lucas and Angie exchanged a glance: she looked hurt and confused, but not angry. I desperately hoped that she wouldn't hold this against him, but I doubted there was anyone in the world who was that understanding. I discretely left my medical ID bracelet behind, hoping that it would help explain things. Back at the hotel, we called Dr. Brown's personal phone number, interrupting her daughter-in-law's baby shower. She conferenced in my dad, and then we talked, and talked, and talked. Lucas took a cab to the airport to fly back home. My dad was going to fly to us to help us drive back home, but he settled for promises from both Stacy and me to drive straight home, no distractions and no risks. Lucas and Angie resumed their long-distance love affair, in defiance of Angie's parents. If those two ever get married, holidays are going to be very interesting. After a couple days, surprisingly, Lucas and I just went back to the way we were before. It was really weird that it wasn't really weird. Dr. Brown said that this incident was an important lesson in growing up and learning how to live life with my particular challenges. My dad agrees, but I swear every time he looks at me now there's a tiny glimmer of disappointment. Dr. Brown says that that perception, whether it's true or not, is also part of the lesson.